Dark Horse: Chapter Eight .:Sofie:.

They’d both taken it better than they’d expected after losing, and for some reason Dark Horse hadn’t nocked Sofie or Will off yet. Maybe it was just how pathetic the Elves looked after Clide’s shoulder was busted and how angry Kelsey was.

“That dirty little weasel!” Will growled, before darkly muttering a string of Mortal oaths, making Kelsey and Clide stare at Sofie and her brother like they were mad. “Keep your eyes somewhere else,” Sofie glared back. “Or I’ll rip them out!”

Clide looked like he could have said something worse than Will had, but Kelsey pulled him away, making Sofie smile to herself. The jerks were afraid of her, that was good. Now she just had to frighten Keefe, and maybe that annoying Thalia if she got the chance.

“Ahh yes.” Dark Horse stood above them on the raised platform where her throne rested. “You have let the Atlanteans get ahead of you, that was a terrible choice.”

“We didn’t ask for it.” Will said in a low voice.

Dark Horse gave him a melancholy smile. “Or did you? You must have known he would attempt to use magic on you.” She rolled her eyes, and snapped her fingers to her servants dressed in their bright pink. That made Sofie think of something else. Thalia wore a creamy white… no pink to be found on her. But wasn’t she a servant? This had suspicious written all over it. “Take them to the… chambers.” Dark Horse gave them a disgusted look.

Sofie let the guards take her roughly by the arms and drag her down a hallway, the other servants following with Will, Kelsey and Clide. Filtering down a smaller hallway, the colors dimmed and instead of the luxiourous furniture and lighting at every turn, sputtering, dimly lit torches lit the hallway.

“Please..” The servant whispered when Sofie stopped to look around. “Please just keep moving… I don’t want to get in trouble… it’s better to not think about it, I promise.”

“About what?” Sofie asked, yanking a hand away from the servant and reaching for a knife.

The servant disarmed her in seconds, and took her hand back in a grip of steel. “Nevermind.”

They were led into a dimly lit room, with sharp devices hung on nails on the walls, with only a large iron board covered in ugly straps decorating the room. Clide weakly put an arm around Kelsey, but Sofie noted with pleasure that the wound looked ugly.

“You first.” A large man wearing pink sweatpants and a Secret Service jacket took Will roughly by the arm and pushed him against the board. Will glared but didn’t resist as the man strapped him onto it. Next he went to the wall and ran his fingers against different devices searching for the best one. He raised a large metal thing, with a thin sharp tip and held it above Will’s right arm.

Even Sofie looked away when it came down. Once the tip was removed, Clide and Kelsey looked back up, seeming slightly confused, like they’d been expecting him to scream. Will never screamed. Sofie smirked at the Elves knowing they were going to have “fun” when it was their turn.

The man bent over the control panel, and pressed several buttons, and cranking up a strong jolt of electricity, and even though Sofie knew her brother trying his best to hide his pain he was obviously rattled.

When the man finally let him out, Sofie could see the edges of his hair was steaming and sizzling. She gulped, but set her jaw and allowed the guy to strap her in and crank it up, but she couldn’t help but feel scared…