Chapter 62: Part LXII.
Faint voices pester my ears, disturbing my sleep as I struggle to awaken from my slumber but even as I become aware of my self, my eyes refuse to open.
Again, I try but they stay shut and I start to panic as I remember what happened before I blacked out.
A blindfold is placed tightly around my head blocking my eyes from opening, my body seems to be tied to something as I can't move them and my lips are sealed as well. I seem to be laying down on something, making it even harder to move in any way.
This can't be good. Where am I? That old woman transformed right before eyes, the sound of her bones cracking ring in my ears and goosebumps find their way to my arms.
The voices cease, causing the whole place to become as silent as a graveyard that I can hear my own rapid heart beat.
"Queen Crystal." A strange feminine voice breaks the quiet followed by heels echoing and as the sound gets closer, fear takes over my entire body. Is this the old woman? What does she want from me?.
"I see you're awake, huh?" She says and I can feel her body really close to mine, "oh, you can't talk." She giggles evily and all I pray for is to open my eyes and see it's all a dream.
"Too bad," she clicks her tongue and then I feel something sharp, like a nail, moving slowly in a straight line on my right arm and I shiver in fear, "I wanted to hear your voice."
"Let's play a game yeah?" She says in a really tiny playful voice and I shake my head fearfully, "it's called the loudest voice."
"There are no rules, only the loudest voice wins."
What kind of game is that?..
The movement on my arm stops and she claps happily, "and the fun part is, the person with the louder voice gets to do whatever they want with the person with the lower voice."
"You wanna play?" She asks and laughs lightly again, "ofcourse you do."
Again, the sharp tip of something runs along my arm and she laughs while I shake my head in plea, fear and disapproval. Please don't do anything to hurt me. I'll do anything you want please. Her laughter gets louder and the nail gets deeper, louder and deeper and deeper until it pierces into my skin and keeps moving in the same line, tearing up the skin in its way.
Tears form in my eyes but I can't cry, the pain hits my brain but I can't shout, all I can do is shake my head vigorously and try to move my body to no avail.
Again and again in the same line she pierces, deeper and deeper till I can feel it close to my bones.
"I'm winning, I'm winning." She giggles cheerfully like a child and I cry with my eyes closed at the severe pain in my right arm.
"Let me try something else," I hear her footsteps recede then approach few seconds back, "this should make you scream louder."
No! No! Please no! I can't see a thing and this seal on my mouth is too tight I can't even move my jaw, my hot tears unable to flow out hurts my eyes a little.
She cackles happily like a psychopath when I feel something hot close to my thigh and a second later, a molten hot metal is pressed against my thigh, burning my jeans and my skin deeply and I scream out as the pain sends sharp signals to my entire body but only muffled sounds can be heard, her laughter quickly covering it up.
She removes it from my skin moments later and the smell of burnt flesh fills my nostrils as the pain triples the one on my arm. Who is she? I need Sean. I need someone to save me from this torment and pain. I shouldn't have left Zara, I should have.
"Ah." She sighs and I hear the sound of metal dropping on the floor, "you're boring."
The sound of wood dragging on the floor echoes in the room and it stops just where I felt her standing then I hear her sit.
"I thought it'd be fun playing with you," she says sadly like a child who just lost her toy, "but maybe it'd be better talking to you."
"Here." She says and immediately, she rips the seal on my mouth so fast that it takes little skin along with it, causing it to bleed and I yelp in pain.
"Let's talk," she says in her previous cheery voice while I shake in fear, not being able to see anything at all. "Let's talk about you being Queen."
I shake my head slowly, still sobbing and muttering pleas, afraid to speak up.
"What?" She whines, "don't you want to talk to me?"
"W-who are you?" I ask with a shaky voice and she laughs, my heart banging. I feel as if it'll explode the next second.
"I think I should be the one asking that question dear Crystal," she comes closer to me and I can tell by her strawberry flavoured breath fanning my face, "who are you?"
"I d-don't know w-what you're t-t-talking abou- about." My stutter comes in full force and she laughs again and I could swear this lady's crazy, like mentally unstable.
"You're even more clueless than he ever was." She says in-between laughter then stops at once, "I don't like cluelessness."
Immediately, I feel the same hot metal directly on the open flesh she created on my arm and I scream out in pain and agony, crying and pleading unable to move an inch of any part of my body except my head.
"Please." I sob when she stops and she laughs again, "please don't. Please."
"You have such a nice voice sweetie." she says and I hear the metal drop to the ground again, "I'd like to hear you scream some more and I'd gladly help, all you have to do is not talk to me."
"I'll talk," I cry out, "please don't. I'll talk to you."
"Yay!" She claps her hands happily, "so now, who are you?"
"I I'm I'm er-" i stutter, completely unsure of what to say, "I'm Crystal, Sean's wife."
"You got it wrong." She whines again like a baby and it makes me wonder who the hell she is!. She said he was more clueless than I was, who's he?.
"Let me rephrase it for you honey. What are you?"
"I er, I'm um," I swallow the lump in my throat, "I'm human."
"Good." She says, "human. A human for a queen. He's just as insane as I am." She giggles again, lightly then loudly and heartily that I almost contemplate laughing along with her. What's so funny? Why does she laugh at everything and behave like a child? Who's she? Who's he? What do they want with me?!.
"What do you want from me?" I ask, afraid of how she might react but I can't stay silent without knowing if she would answer, or not.
"Nothing sweetie," I feel her hand stroke my hair and I shake in fear, my bladder getting full, "it's not you I want something from."
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Blackturtle
Blackturtle Thanks for reading this awesome chapter.
Also thanks for your support!
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone