14 .....Was a trap.... (2/2)

”Wakey, wakey Amara,” Count Ferdinand woke him up and slapped him right in the face.

”What the fuck do you want now? Taking my honor and my glory? Now what? Taking my life?” Amara asked as she struggled herself to release herself from the rope.

The soldier cleaned it up and threw another bucket of cold water to his body, Amara rambled because he simply can't talk anyone since it was not necessary. She just wants to get out and killed the count's

”So, Amara, how did you survive? I wonder,” Ferdinand said as he kicked him in the nuts again.

”Fuck off,” He said as the soldier put a dirty rag again inside Amara's mouth and Ferdinand whip her about a hundred times in a row.

”Where is your wife? Does she don't feel sad knowing that her husband and daughter is this cruel?” Amara asked. ”Don't you feel kind of bad doing things like this?” Amara said.

”Nope, my wife doesn't know this and I'm enjoying it right now,” Ferdinand said as she put the whip on the ground and replaced it with the torch that was hanged on the wall. He touched the torch on Amara's torso and produced quite a burn marks. He continued to do so until Lance exhausted.

”Exhausted yet?” Ferdinand asked as he looked at Amara's body which was full of blood and wounds. The pants that he wore had already full of holes and burn marks. Amara's face looked very miserable considering a day full of miserable torturing.

The count left her inside the dungeon alone with a guard. Amara was hanged up that night too and he couldn't sleep at all. She loses her hope of surviving since the manor was heavily guarded and the person that knew this tragedy was only Lance.

”AMARA!!”