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Ballads Of Nirvana.
Chapter 22
Part 2
‘Agni, I hope you are alright.’ She thought as she hugged her knees and buried her head in them. It has been three days since she was locked in this prison, three days since she had properly eaten food or drank water. Another day she would probably die, but dying here, she thought, would be better than to be handed over to some vile king. Her throat was dry and her stomach churned everytime she took a deep breath. The stench of vomit, urine and blood made the bile in her stomach rise.
It was her fault after all, leaving him alone in that damned palace. She hated living, hated every breath she took, hated herself for leaving a child who was too young to face the cruel, conniving world. She regretted living all this while, regretted not killing herself the movement she was betrayed, sold back to her father.
The father from whom she ran away, the father who was a King. A King who massacred women and men alike and walked away from his family a long while ago. The father she had grown to only hate and fear. She didn’t deserve to live, no. Not in a thousand years, but neither did he.
She had abandoned her only kin who cared if she existed. Her brother and her sister.
The cold was biting her bones slowly and that was torturous enough, but she was going to get used to it, she had to because whether or not she liked it this was going to be the rest of her life.
So she let herself rot away, in this reeking darkness where the souls are squeezed out of men. Where they are tortured for pleasure, where people who her kingdom thought deserved to die, lived. She was not treated any better by the guards for being a Princess. Her backside that was in ribbons of skin and flesh was proof for that, but she never yielded anything, because she deserved what she got for abandoning her young siblings and trusting the wrong man.
The prison doors opened and there was a man standing, a man she had never seen earlier. She couldn’t see his face, it was veiled by the darkness of the prison.
“Stand up woman, let’s go.” His voice was cultured and his accent… this man was not a guard, he was not even from Bhadra. ‘Who is he?’
“Where?” Her voice was hoarse and raspy.
“To your new home.” He purred. She said nothing, didn’t even nod as he said it. Her ‘new home’- as she thought - would not be any different from the one she was already staying in so she...
Part 2
‘Agni, I hope you are alright.’ She thought as she hugged her knees and buried her head in them. It has been three days since she was locked in this prison, three days since she had properly eaten food or drank water. Another day she would probably die, but dying here, she thought, would be better than to be handed over to some vile king. Her throat was dry and her stomach churned everytime she took a deep breath. The stench of vomit, urine and blood made the bile in her stomach rise.
It was her fault after all, leaving him alone in that damned palace. She hated living, hated every breath she took, hated herself for leaving a child who was too young to face the cruel, conniving world. She regretted living all this while, regretted not killing herself the movement she was betrayed, sold back to her father.
The father from whom she ran away, the father who was a King. A King who massacred women and men alike and walked away from his family a long while ago. The father she had grown to only hate and fear. She didn’t deserve to live, no. Not in a thousand years, but neither did he.
She had abandoned her only kin who cared if she existed. Her brother and her sister.
The cold was biting her bones slowly and that was torturous enough, but she was going to get used to it, she had to because whether or not she liked it this was going to be the rest of her life.
So she let herself rot away, in this reeking darkness where the souls are squeezed out of men. Where they are tortured for pleasure, where people who her kingdom thought deserved to die, lived. She was not treated any better by the guards for being a Princess. Her backside that was in ribbons of skin and flesh was proof for that, but she never yielded anything, because she deserved what she got for abandoning her young siblings and trusting the wrong man.
The prison doors opened and there was a man standing, a man she had never seen earlier. She couldn’t see his face, it was veiled by the darkness of the prison.
“Stand up woman, let’s go.” His voice was cultured and his accent… this man was not a guard, he was not even from Bhadra. ‘Who is he?’
“Where?” Her voice was hoarse and raspy.
“To your new home.” He purred. She said nothing, didn’t even nod as he said it. Her ‘new home’- as she thought - would not be any different from the one she was already staying in so she...
