She felt the pistol hitting her face but did not yell out. She spit her blood on the boots of the man standing before her. She smirked in defiance,her hair dyed with blood and dirt covering her face, "You hit like a girl, you soft handed son of a brothel woman!" The next hit sent her flying to the ground, and having her hands tied behind her back, left her to fall on her already bruised face. The man kicked her over and stepped on her chest, pressing hard on her ribs "You lil rat! I could take your life right now!" She laid there, on the edge of consciousness, staring at the man and choked, "But at least I would die with an unbroken spirit and the secret you are looking for....". He howled in anger and grabbed her thin body up, glaring into her green eyes still so full of life that it taunted him. He slammed her body against the wall and snarled quietly, "If there wasn't rules on how to get information," He paused and gave a sickening grin," I'd break you real nicely and you'd wish you had talked in the first place" The man let her fall to the ground and left her cell.
Her day to day was not much different. She held a secret that all the wrong people wanted to know. She was just to stubborn and a pain in the rear to tell what they wanted to know. She had dealt through all the torturing methods and was given the roughest guard yet and had gained his lust in the process. She knew the authority that was holding her would become frustrated and allow her guard to do what he wanted to get an answer out of her. She feared that day and knew she had to get out, or else cease to be Fae.
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