I stood there just listening to the shocking screams of pain. The breaking of bones and every last begging word that came out of their mouth. I saw and felt every inch of pain they were feeling. The blood everywhere. The movement of the body slowing until limp. It did not disgust or frighten me.
I liked sensing there pain, watching their torture. Knowing I have the power to stop it but choose not to. They deserve to be tortured for all that they have done. I will continue to torture them as long as I live. Just as every generation has done before me. I hope one day we will be rid of these vermin and once I take over this will be my one and only goal. Destroy the weak and the strong will gain all of the control.
My father brought me back into reality. “Daughter are you listening to anything I was just telling you” He asked me with an angry glare in his eye. “My apologies father I loss myself in the sound of one of them being tortured.” I explained. He seemed angry but yet pleased with my answer.
“As I was saying I believe that there numbers are growing smaller. Our men also have belief to where there large fort is but it will be a long dangerous travel to get there. They think it is up in the north mountain a place very hard to reach were these mongrels might be living.” He explained his tone relaxing as he started but turned angry as he said the word mongrels. “So father are we going to be sending men to scout the area?” I asked him. “Yes I am.” He said. He smiled at this which was very strange because he rarely ever smiles. “May I be excused?” I asked him. “Yes dear you may I think if you don’t hurry you will be late for your lesson.” He stated. I knew this was true and I rushed out of the lookout balcony of the torture chamber. I clambered down the stairs of the torture chamber building the air hitting me with a smell of decay and rot. I starting walking down the dirt path that is walked by very few. Surrounded by nothing but dirt and rocks, sometimes and rot. I starting walking down the dirt path that is walked by very few. Surrounded by nothing but dirt and rocks, sometimes you may come across some dead plants. I have also bumped into my father on his way here or some of the men that work in the chamber. After walking for awhile I finally see our castle, my home.