Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

The walk to their final destination was a painful one for Delilah but mustering up the strength of Lavinia and her people and ancestors pushed her to keep going and not make a single sound. Though her feet throbbed and she could feel coarse stones cutting the bottoms of the soft flesh even more with each step she took, she only flinched and winced, but didnt make a sound. She didnt dare attract more ire from these barbarians. Along the journey, she noticed the ruins that they passed along, the carnage of corpses and the dead left to become part of nature once more or food for stray animals. Everywhere she looked, she saw ruin, defeat and further proof that these rebels wreaked havoc over. The kingdom had fallen officially when they shot their cannons at the palace, slaying the king and everyone else inside, whether they were nobles, royals or even peasants. Now here she was, the only remaining member of nobility and royalty but after what she had endured, she was just another captive from war. Stripped of her title and royal standing, yes, but in her heart she was still a princess. And if she was truly her fathers daughter, despite his vices and faults and lack of mercy, she would not let these rebels break her. That didnt mean Lavinias death or her fathers or everyone else she loved that perished didnt break her. It did. But there was still strength in her. It was all she had left to hang onto, lest she succumb to the final string snapping and thrusting her into a world of incurable insanity. They reached their destination and once more, Delilah looked upon the wreckage. Bodies of the dead and shattered buildings, anything to signify some kind of aristocratic power, completely in shambles or perished. Those who were around looking as battered as she was hardly took notice, as if the novelty had worn off of seeing a naked beaten, battered and bruised woman being pulled along like nothing more than a slave. That alarmed her. Nothing was sensitive anymore. Cleary those around this area had seen too much that it didnt even matter. That or they were too preoccupied with what they were doing, shoveling through the ruins, probably trying to pick up what remained of their sanity. Before her, Delilah saw the granite building which she knew to have been a prison where the kingdoms criminals were sent, along with criminals of other kingdoms. It was a solid structure, impregnable and the best fit for the most dangerous of her kingdoms or any other kingdoms worst, a far cry of the devils rejects. Now it made sense to her. These men, these rebels, they were the prisoners, the worst of several kingdoms and they revolted. Their cruelty and merciless natures made sense now. They didnt have any hearts or souls. They weremonsters. Swallowing hard, she looked up at their leader as he so acidly welcomed her to her new hell. She looked down though, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of any dismay that crossed her features. Instead, after his little speech, she was taken by two men down to the dungeons just as he ordered The dungeon she was taken into, one of the many vast accommodations they had in this building, was not empty. No, she heard the screams, cries of agony, pleas for release or mercyanythingbefore they opened the door. As if to give her a better idea or to further rub it into her face, she was taken down the aisle of cells that were filled. And Delilah made the mistake of looking rather than staring at the ground. There she saw men and women chained or nailed to keep them restrained. A horror-stricken thought came unwelcome in her mind what happened to the children? After the gruesome path down, she was taken to an empty cell and shoved in rather brutally. After all the endless walking, her aching body could no longer hold up and she fell forward rather than catching herself, falling on the damp and dank cement floor harshly on her knees. Still, she did not whimper. Before she could scurry to a corner, one of the men walked in and grabbed the noose that they had dragged her by and freed her. But it was short lived as she was taken to the wall where she was shackled. Her wrists shackled to a plaster of wood with chains and cuffs nailed in but low enough that she was able to sit rather than stay standing. That was her only reprieve. Her legs were bent to the side of her and she rested her head back on the wood plank, her gaze meeting the two men that looked at her with a leery gaze. Licking her bloodstained lips, a chilling smile came to her face. Come closer. I have room and plenty of want for more. Both men started but remembering how she emasculated their fallen brethren, they immediately backed away, but one stayed behind long enough to backhand her across her cheek. Her face turned sharply and she spit out the blood that pooled in her mouth from the hit. He forcefully grabbed her chin and made her look at him. I will relish when he finally announces your death. And I will be there to bear witness or even be the one to kill you, just as you killed my fallen cousin. His face came closer to hers and Delilah took that opportunity to lurch forward and bite his nose. She latched on hard, even as he growled in pain and then forcefully wrenched her face to the side, hearing the satisfying bone crack. He howled as he stepped back and cupped his now broken nose, stumbling out of the cell. The other guard walked inside and produced a chain mouth shield and applied it over her mouth but not her nose. Bite into this and your teeth will shatter. He bit out, a sadistic smile appearing on his face. Heres to hoping you will, Princess. He sneered, locking it into place before stepping back, leaving and locking her in the cell. Despite her predicament, there was a sense of satisfaction that washed over her. The amount of damage she could causeshe would accept the punishment because she would never stop fighting. No matter what they did to her until she died or they executed her, she would always fight back. Or in this case, bite back.