The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)

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9. Act 8

At first, he did not stir as my light illuminated his bloody body. Chained to the grimy wall, he sagged onto the floor. As my eyes drank in the sight of him I felt tears slide down my cheeks. He resembled more of a skeleton than a body. The floor around him was stained in blood. His skin looked as thin as paper, and just as easy to rip. His femur poked out of his leg, while sinews of muscle still desperately clung to it. The fingers on his hands were all bent and crippled, probably due to the hammer resting on the table. All over him, parts of his flesh had simply been ripped away, exposing the pear white bone beneath it. His injuries made it impossible to believe that he could still be alive. It wasn’t until I stared at his chest for a several long moments before I could tell that it was moving. I approached slowly even though something in me screamed to run away. Even though he was still, and even just looking upon him made me feel as if I should pity him, something was definitely wrong. It was almost like when approaching a wounded animal. Because of its wounds, it stays still until the very last moment, when it put all its energy into one last strike. There definitely was power in him, although it was impossible to guess where it would be hidden inside his broken body. As if suddenly aware of my presence, his head began to lift from its slumped position. His dark greasy hair fell away from his face in clumps revealing a slender face and a square jaw, covered in a stubble. It was while I was studying him that I felt it, an instant paralysis. I found myself trapped in the gaze of two slate grey eyes, which seemed to shine in the darkness. I stared into them, feeling as though the longer I looked the deeper I could see inside of him, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I could hear it, his soul whispering to mine, I could feel it pressed up against me. Remember Fia, if you don’t go to bed the monster will know. He’ll look into your eyes and jump into your body. That’s why you have to close your eyes, and go to sleep The vivid flash back of my father tucking me into bed filled my mind for what felt like minutes but could only have been an instant. I sealed my eyes shut. Immediately that pressure against me left, and my paralysis lifted. I released a huge breath and gasped for air, not realizing that I had been deprived of it. I heard a soft gurgled cough, or maybe it was a cynical chuckle caught on the blood in his throat. Either way I dared to peek my eyes open, ready to close them again in a moment. His eyes did not seem to shine like before, but there was definitely a white spark within them, ready to ignite at his call. “Bravo little princess,” His voice was hoarse, probably from screaming, and his torn lips curled into an ominous smirk. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
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