Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 238: Scars(Tw)

When she finally stopped crying and fell asleep, it was a deep enough sleep that even when the lock in her cell was forcefully pried open, she still didn’t wake.

Even when a cloth was put over her mouth, allowing her to breathe in the chemicals that had been sprayed on it, she still didn’t wake.

When she was carried out of the mansion and over walls, even as another group created a distraction elsewhere for an easier extraction, she still didn’t wake.

It wasn’t until she was taken to a warehouse and placed on the ground, tightly tied up, that she finally stirred. The sound of knives echoed around her, accompanied by the subtle sound of something hard hitting the ground, jerking her awake, her eyes wide in shock, only to flinch from the brightness of the room.

The bonds around her were chains, and no matter how much she tried to pull away, she couldn’t, even as her eyes took in the men in front of her.

She had never seen any of them before, and she immediately began to speak, only to change to a cry when she turned to her side and saw a box filled with sharp knives.

"Ple-please don’t kill me!! Please!!!" she begged, not sure how she got there, but at that moment, she didn’t care as long as she survived, even as she wondered who would want her dead, unable to come up with an answer.

Worse, when instead of getting a response, one of them simply walked closer with a piece of cloth in his hand, which he immediately shoved in her mouth with a sinister smile on his face.

Fiona’s face filled with nothing but panic as her heart thumped in her chest. No matter how much she strained and tried to move, she couldn’t.

Please don’t hurt my baby! she begged, tears flooding her eyes at the thought that her father would go as far as to do such a thing to get rid of the baby.

But the thought had just settled in her mind when she suddenly saw the one closest to her pick up a small knife before cracking open a metal container and bringing it closer to her with a smile on his face.

"See this..." he said, his voice low and deep. She could see his eyes, but the lower part of his nose and mouth were covered with a piece of cloth that made it hard to place a face she had never seen before.

"This is silver..." he said, and he didn’t have to say another word for Fiona’s entire body to tremble from head to toe.

She was a werewolf, and she understood what that meant for her kind, considering the fact that silver was one thing that made it hard and impossible for them to regenerate.

"Relax!!" the man chuckled, even as it made her panic even more, tears flowing down her face.

"Not only is there silver, there’s also mercury too!" he said, and Fiona felt her heart hit the floor even as her entire body trembled, watching him coat a bit of the knife with it before moving the knife closer to her face.

Slowly, he dug it into the skin below her eyes and down her cheeks with a gleeful expression on his face, even as Fiona screamed like her entire body was being burned and turned to ashes.

The knife dug deep enough to touch her bones, and the pain dug deeper as tears flowed down her face, even as she jerked and groaned and tried to pull away with all her strength, but she couldn’t move.

Worse, it was only the beginning as the man continued to slash across her face, her entire face bleeding and covered in silver that seeped into her skin. Wounds that would normally heal didn’t, and it only got worse as the man chuckled and raised the container after her face was filled with different scars.

"Honestly, our instructions were to cover your body in scars, but I’ll do more than that..." he mumbled to her in a soft voice, even as Fiona screamed harder, jerking around, begging for help with her eyes, even as she noticed that everyone there simply ignored her like she didn’t exist, no matter how hard she screamed.

...and she screamed! Her eyes dizzy with tears until she began to lose her hold on reality as she felt the bulk of the pain move to her chest as he carved a path through it.

Down her arms, all the way to her back, pouring the silver into and against her in a way that soon all she could perceive was the smell of her own burning flesh.

She cried so hard that soon even tears no longer flowed, her throat burned, and her sight was so dizzy she could barely make out a thing.

Only the faint noises around her were the only thing she could register.

"Wagger! Haven’t you done enough? The instructions were to make the scars permanent! Nothing more!"

"Yes! There’s no reason why we can’t make it cover every inch of her bloody skin!" followed by a creepy chuckle, even as Fiona turned to the side, her vision barely making out a face as someone lowered his mask enough for her to make out more features, but even then, her vision was extremely blurry.

"At this point, she might lose her mind!!" another pointed out, but the one with the knife wasn’t listening.

"Sit down!" he barked in anger. "This is my job! When I’m done...I’ll let you know!" he said with a hint of irritation in his tone as he got back to work.

Him carving into her skin and burning her flesh...Fiona wishing for death because that was much better than the pain she had to endure.

"Is it done?" Eldric asked, having woken up just as the sun was rising so that he could sit in front of the window and admire it as he got the news he had asked for.

"Good! Well done! That’s all for now!" he said into the phone before cutting it off and tossing the phone onto the table, even as he pulled open a drawer and pulled out a big cigar, placing it against his lips, lighting it up before taking a long and mighty puff, his face creased with delight.

"That should be enough!" he chuckled to himself, feeling the urge to swivel around in his chair like a kid, even if he didn’t.

"That should be enough to draw the deer into the trap!" he muttered out loud to himself, his grin widening even as it darkened just as fast.

My plans will not be disrupted!