Torment

Pain comes in many forms, but that torment was the worst I had ever felt. It was not my own pain, but that of another, that was so much worse. I remember straining against the bonds holding me to the chair as I called out. I remember hearing the shouts and threats, but most of it was drowned out by his sweet voice being twisted by so much pain. I hadn't realised I was crying until afterwards, when I saw the streaks down my dirty cheeks. The cold air was oldly nice at the same time as hurting my open wounds more.

My pain was worth it when they finally let us go when they realised I really didn't know anything and hadn't been lying to them. I held him in my arms as we both breathed together, his blood covering me too. The only reason he survived the torment they put us through was my healing magic, so I was glad I had enough energy for that much at least.