The witch torture of Grace - Chapter 5: Victoria's plan
Victoria had been blindfolded, so she wouldn't see, where the secret prison was. The carriage in which she sat, rumbled over heavy grounds, banging and shaking. How could she do this? Grace was her best friend since ever. She loved her like a sister. But there was no other way.
They had indeed arrested her and brought her before Lucius Fermigo again. He had told Victoria, that she would have to face torture and death herself, but she could save her life. If she would made statements against Grace and accuse her too, she would be spared. But Victoria had to attend the interrogation as well and say things, that she had been told to say to make matters worse for Grace. What choice had Victoria?
Now, she travelled towards the infamous prison, Fermigo at her side. She would betray her best friend, that she loved like a sister.
Grace moaned with pain, blood running out of her mouth. Bruce looked at her with a nasty smile. What a beautiful body to destroy. Helpless, the red haired on her ankles, unable to move. Which terror he should inflict on the women next? The possibilitys were endless, one better then the next. Finally, he went away and Graces eyes followed him scared. From tine to time she had to blink, because blood ran into her eye and then Bruce came back. To her shock, he had some thin needles. Where would he put them in? She prepared herself for the worst, but when it happened, it still give her the hell on earth.
Bruce pinched a needle into her belly button. Grace shook her head violently under more moans, but it was useless, there is nothing, that she could do. The second needle was placed in the backside of her left knee and a third in her armpit. More blood ran down the naked skin and Graces screams became more and more desperate. One last needle Bruce had in his hands. He held it straight before Graces eye and was amused about the panic in her eyes. "Now, witch, where would the last one hurt the most? Shall we destroy one of your eyes?"
With that said, he hold the needles just millimeters away from her eyeball. Grace breathed panically and did not dare to move. One wrong move and she could hurt her eye by herself. Her heart banged. But Bruce put away the needle, that made Graces heart not easier nevertheless.
"Maybe your mouth? The flesh around your teeth is perfectly exposed for this kind of torture." He pinched the needle in the flesh upon Graces teeth a bit and another aching appeared, more blood filled her mouth. Grace pressed her eyes together under the pain. But Bruce pulled out the needle again. "No, I have a better idea." His voice showed, that he clearly enjoyed this.
With a suddenly horror, Grace felt, how the top of the needle touched her clit. Oh God. She wasn't able to speak, so she could not confess or beg for mercy. This would be so painful, that she'd go insane.
Just as she thought to experience the worst pain in all her life, a fist hammered against the chamber door. With a surprised expression Bruce walked off to open. Grace did not see, how was there, but could here Bruces voice. "Sir! I did not expect you here! Please come in! We are in the middle of the Interrogation of the witch Grace."
"That is, what I am here for." Grace recognized the voice immediatly. It was Lucius Fermigo, the highest Inquisitor. "I have found another witness to have some more stories about the accused witch. She will attend the interrogation, to make sure, that no sin of this whore will remain undetected."
Grace looked around to see, who this witness was and it hit her severely hard, when she recognized the face of her best friend Victoria. How did she got here? And she would accuse her as well? Did she really got betrayed by her best friend since, the last person, that she was sure would stand at her side?
Victoria looked at the hanging Grace, who stared back at her. Both of them felt a deep sadness and desperation. How helpless Grace hung there, bleeding and in misery. Victoria had the urge, to free her and get her out of this. But she knew, that she couldn't help Grace in this situation. "Speak!"
The harsh voice of Fermigo interrupted her thoughts and Victoria did not answer immediatly. She had been told, what to say and had been threatened to die herself otherwise. But now, as she stood here and watching Grace in horrible pain, it was the worst feeling ever. If she accused her, she could never deal with the guilt. Victoria made a plan.
"Fine", she stated. "But this witch must not be here. I will not say, what she has done to me, while she is here. I was helpless to her powers all my life and know, how dangerous she is. She could try to force me saying things, which I don't want to say or manipulate me to lie. Please bring her into her cell and I will tell you all the story". It was a very risky game she played and Victoria tried to hide, that she was scared as hell. But it must be, it must work. And it was not the thing, that Fermigo had told her to do. He eyed Victoria dangerously and then spoke to the torturer Bruce.
"Put this thing out of her mouth and let us listen, what our witch has to say about all this." Bruce obeyed and a load of bloody spit flooded Graces face. The poor girl moaned in aches and Fermigo knelt down and grabbed her red hair hard to pull it back, so the upside down Grace had to look into his evil face.
"Do you know this person, whore? Will you tell us about your sins by yourself or will you take more torture?"
Grace had to struggle with speaking clear words. "This is Victoria, she's my best friend since childhood. But I am innocent and she knows." Now, Grace looked at Victoria, her face full of blood and tears. "Why are you doing this?" Why are you betraying me like this?"
"Liar", Fermigo exclaimed. "Make this filthy whore scream until she is ready to speak!" That said, Victoria saw, how Bruce rammed a needle violently in Graces clit and the girl burst out a terrifying and heartbreaking scream. Lucius Fermigo somehow showed no interest, though. He eyed Victoria closely and she knew, why. He would not allow her to look away or make clear, that everything was a lie. Victoria had to stand it, if she wanted to live. Then, another idea struck her. She started to scream as well, as violent and cruel as she could and tried her best to look desperate with pain, let herself fall on the dusty ground and tried to look, as if she was fighting with a tormenting ache. "Please", she shrieked. "It hurts! This witch has implanted a part of herself into me! If you hurt her, it hurts me too, If I am to close to her! I swear to God, bring her into her cell and let me stay in one of the guards bedrooms here, while she is under interrogation! I will tell you everything in an office here! Tell me everything she said and I will confirm or deny! But bring me away from her, it hurts me to and I am innocent! Her part inside of me will only be broken if she dies, but I cannot attend it!"
This time, Fermigo looked her even longer and then started to smile. Victoria felt reliefed. She had found a way to satisfy Fermigo and had not to watch her friend suffer. Well, that was what Fermigo thought, obviously. In fact, Victoria just wanted to end her friend's odyssee right now and follow her plan. "Fine", Fermigo said. "It will happen like that. Make a bed ready for our guest and bring the witch back to her cell. Tomorrow, the interrogation will be continued."
That had worked very Well. An hour later, Victoria sat in an office, making an enormous statement about how Grace had possessed her, controlled her, tormented and used her. Grace on the other hand sat in a dungeon, three floors beneath the office room Victoria was currently in. Somehow, she liked this new cell. It was barred and outside hung a torch, so for the first time,she could see something, while she was under arrest. And she was even given something to wear. Just some filthy rags,stinking horribly and covering only a few parts of her body, but it was such a good feeling, to wear
anything after weeks of being naked. But everything else had remained the same. She had been chained to the wall in the new cell as well. It was horrible cold, the ground was wet and dirty and this dungeon stank like piss and fecies. Or was it Grace herself? She wasn't able to say. Since the day on which she was arrested, which lay maybe months back, she had not been allowed to clean herself. By now, she really felt like some disgusting rat. Everything was so horrible and nobody was left at her side. Even Victoria had betrayed her. The pain she felt, didn't want to go away and hold her awake. And in a few hours, they would come, bring her back in the torture chamber and it just would get worse. Grace didn't exactly know, why she didn't just confessed and gave up. There was no hope left. But If she did, she would die the most horrible death, that one could imagine and even in this dark situation, somehow she still claimed, that all this was unfair and unjustified and that she deserved to be alive. Being burned was such an intimidating thought, that could not happen. She must not confess. Maybe they wouldn't release her, but there had to be another way. Even if Grace would be remain in the dungeon for the rest of her life she did not care anymore. Everything was better then being burned. But would they have mercy on her? She hoped, but knew better. No witch ever got the bliss of mercy and If Grace would be the first one, it was a wonder. She had never felt so depressed. Grace layed her head into her arms and sobbed until she finally fell asleep.
A few hours later, she awoke again by the rustling of keys. Oh God, was night already over? Now, the torture would continue. She had enjoyed her rest so well. Only barely awake, Grace noticed, how the barred door was opened and steps came closer. In a few seconds, somebody would kick her into the stomache to wake her up or unchain her and drag her body with.
But she was shaken violently. "Grace", whispered a female voice hastily. "Wake up!"
Grace opened her eyes and saw Victoria before her and couldn't believe it. The young women smiled a wide smile, that fulfilled her kind face to a perfectly beautiful appearance. "You did not really believe, that I would betray you?" Her voice had a joyfully tune. That was Victoria as Grace had know her since ever. The kindhearted, merryfull Vicky, who was always in a good mood, could cheer up anybody and make the sun shining on a dark and rainy day.
"How...", started Grace, but could not finish the sentence. She was in too much of an intense wonder.
"Those stupid lads really believed me everything and leaved me back in my bedroom unguarded. I sneaked out, stole a key that hung on the keyboard and here I am. But this is not the time for tales, we need to get out of here! Now!" That said, she started to try different keys on Graces feet shackles, but none worked. After a time, she had gone through all of them and raised her head. "None of them works! But that can't be!"
"I don't know, but Victoria, get out of here", Grace tried to convince her. "If they catch you, you are doomed as well. Do what they want you to do and save your life, please! I cannot stand it, if you get in this because of me!"
But there was no sign of hesitation in Victoria's glare. "That is, what friends are here for! I will not let you down! What am I supposed to do, just let you die?"
"That is, what you should have done!" An evil, harsh, male voice thundered through the dungeons and Grace and Victoria both jumped in shock. They stared to the door and saw him. Accompanied by four malicious and fierce guards Lucius Fermigo stand there. On his face appeared a murderous smile. "Let me explain some things to you, stupid girl! First, the keys to the dungeons and the shackles are attached to two different rings. The reason for that is to avoid the escape of prisoners. And that is a very good idea, as we just found out. Second, do you think, that you are so smart, that you really could trick me? Did you really thought, that I would not got the idea, that you plan something, when you abandoned the rules, which I gave you? You presumptuous, stupid girl could really have saved your skin. After the execution of that whore here, you would have lived in peace forever, but had think, that you are so smart and could trick me. From this moment on, you are no longer a witness. You may consider yourself as the second accused witch in this trial. Get her!"
Victoria tried to defend herself, but she was outnumbered by three. It took them about a minute, to push the poor girl down on the floor, rip her clothes off and bind her. Victoria and Grace both screamed in terror and pleaded for mercy on Victoria. Grace begged, that they let Victoria walk and offered to confess her sins right now, all of them, to sign a full confession. Everything she would do, Grace cried, all this, if they just let Victoria go, but it had no sense and they ignored her. When the guards got off from Victoria, her hands and feet were tired in a hogtie position behind her back and her body, now only covered in some ripped rags left as well, lay in the dirt. Victoria cried and moved, but was not able to get out of that position.
"Since you came to this place on your own", Fermigo overtuned the screaming, "you also can stay here". He closed the barred door shut and locked it. Then he and his servants walked off laughing. Grace looked after them and then turned her eyes towards Victoria. Dump girl, what had she thought? She couldn't stop sobbing and screaming and Grace did not know, how she could comfort her. Whatever she told Victoria, there was no hope for neither of them. They both were doomed now.
