Her breath echoed in her head. The hand clasped around her throat, becoming tighter every second that the correct answer was not given. Her eyes snapped open and studied the man with strained focused.
The man, stood before her like a mountainous troll. His eyes, fearsome to look upon and his stare sending shivers down her spine. His face was chiseled, though it was frightening to look upon as his skin held many scars as well as an eye, whitened by damage of battles gone by. She feared to look upon him. There was something unwholesome about the man. Something not human.
The hand around her neck became tighter and the gargle of her choking started to replace her desperate attempts to gasp for air. His voice once more snarled in her ear like some menacing predator and her eyes snapped open once more in fear, “Tell me where he is!?” She shook her head and the miserable attempt to convince him, “I… I… no… idea…”.
The man, full of rage, suddenly picked the young girl up by her throat, before throwing her across the room, “Do not play games with me child! Tell me about this brotherhood.” The clanging of his black, metal boots drummed across the floor boards and the girl tried to pick herself up off the ground. With one swift swing, the man’s boot met the girl’s stomach. The wails of pain, bouncing off every wall and as she turns on her back, clutching at her sides in pain.
The voice boomed once more, “Your name child! Be quick with you!” The girl rolled once more to look towards her captor and she winced in pain, “Why I have no…”. “NAME!” A gulp escaped her lips, and the patterns of the hands that were once clasped around her neck still burning. The low mutter drifted off her lips, “Hyrien…”
“Hyrien eh?” the boots came closer and she flinched, before a blackened gauntlet once more clasped around her throat. She gargled and gasped at the little air she could before the force of the wall behind her met her back, “The Brotherhood child! What of that?” She really had no idea and the slight hope of escaping his clutches was fading away. Her sight started to fade from lack of air and the grip became tighter. The ringing of a blade can be heard as she closed her eyes tighter in fear of what was to become of her. “So we play silent again…” The sharp pain of the dagger blade slicing through her cheek as she screamed and wailed in pain, “I don’t know! I don’t know!”
Then something which some would describe as luck, happened. Her hand falling to her side from her failed attempts to claw at the man’s hands, fumbling desperately at the table next to them. Unnoticed by the man, her fingertips fall upon a meat knife, forgotten by the room’s previous occupier. Her fingers fumbled, clumsy and weak at the knife. Clawing it closer into her grasping hand. It was now or never.
With one swift, but inaccurate movement, the knife now gripped in between her fingers was launched towards the man. A booming yell bounced off the walls around her as the knife embedded into his forearm. Fresh air immediately filled her lungs and the gasps to take what she could began to mirror that of the adrenaline fuelled heart, pulsating with desperation in her chest. “Run Hyrien! Run! Run!” the words in her head, screamed at her, “Run! Run”
The blood now drenched her face. She blinked through the stickiness, a swift hand removing it from her vision and she ran. Booming voice calling out behind her, she didn’t look back.
