The Search for Nyx

This chapter is from Nyx's point of view. 

I stared down at my breasts that had been torn off my chest. I was still bleeding, barely. The Ancient side of me was keeping me alive and healing me. The spear head was still sticking out of my stomach. The pain I'd endured today made the last three weeks of daily rapings seem kind.

They, I have no idea who they are, tore my breasts off with their bare hands and then shoved a spear up through my cervix until the spear head came out my stomach. My body had healed, mostly, around the spear, so it would hurt when it was removed. If it was removed. 

My breasts being torn off hurt worse than the spear though. Seeing the dead flesh on the ground was definitely psychological torture not just physical. But my body would reform in the moonlight. A gift, and a curse. Because they would probably do it again and again. Probably why they hadn't cauterized the wound. So they could keep torturing me this way.

But those were my breasts on the floor, and there was nothing I could do about it. My hands were chained over my head. Have been for three weeks. They have some kind of magic in them that binds mine. So I'm powerless. I'm naked. And I'm staring at my torn off breasts.

These three weeks I've been thinking back to my time with Thracian. I know he's dead. It's been over 2500 years. As much as I want him to be, I can't bring him back to life. I wish all those years ago that I'd told him.

The door opens and I lift my head to see one of my captors come in. They're always hooded in cloaks so I can't see their faces.

"Forgive my sister. She gets quite jealous of those who are more endowed than she is." I make no comment, just stare at him. I know it's a him from the voice. It's masculine. And he's one of those that raped me repeatedly. There were others, but they never spoke.

"Come now. We can be on friendly terms can't we?" I do a slow blink at him. After chaining me up, raping me, and letting his demented sister tear my breasts off and impale me with a spear, he wants to be friends. Fat chance of that.

"Are you still upset about being raped?" Another long slow blink. "Your ass was fresh and new. I'd grown tired of used holes." So because I hadn't had anal sex, the bastard raped me. Yes, that makes it all better.

"If my hands were free, I'd rip your head off..." I say quietly. This shocks him. I think. With his hood up I can't tell.

"Well you can speak. I thought all you could do was whimper and moan like a whore. You didn't even scream when my sister tore your breasts off." My eyes narrow at him.

"You'll be the first one I kill when I get out of here." He doesn't say anything for a moment then he starts laughing and leaves. The door clangs shut loudly behind him.

My head drops and I'm staring at my breasts again. Now how will I make good on my threat?