Last warning I'm ever gonna issue for this book, if you haven't realised it's fucked up realise it now because this chapter is exceptionally fucked up. You were warned lol.

Also painting is of Halone in her animal form

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"Here's to a feast of the flesh, the most divine of delicacies," a demon with a wispy goatee called out, raising a golden chalice, thick crimson liquid sloshing at the sides.

Halone trembled in her bondage, nude and tied to a silver platter, adrenaline causing her vision to blur, she caught glimpses of the fellow prisoner held next to her, another whore they'd taken as a trophy. She was sweating and shaking uncontrollably at what they both knew was to come, tears slipping down her cheeks. Halone caught quick looks of the demon's red eyes and black hair, all were sat around the long banquet table. Her stomach twisted and knotted, she felt ready to throw up.

The demons greedily drank from their chalices of blood, their pupils dilating and their eyes beginning to roll backwards in pure ecstasy, their hands felt quaking as they were left caught up in the pure thrill of the high the blood gave them.

Black dots danced across her vision as she watched a knife being brought to the skin of a fellow prisoner, as she was knelt on a platter. Halone's heart began to thunder in her chest, pounding so fast it felt like it would smash her rib cage to pieces. She wanted to scream but couldn't, due to the gag as well as being heavily sedated so as to not ruin the jovial atmosphere.

At first the blade merely skirted along the nude skin of the prisoner's arm, leaving the body untouched, until the blade came to rest of the back of her neck.

The blade was slowly pushed in, breaking the skin and penetrating into subcutaneous tissue, the whore flinched against the pain as rivulets of blood began to trickle down onto the platter she was tied to.

The knife glided down her spine, bright red blood started to gush out from the wound as the blade was pushed in deeper, as the knife reached the base of the spine the demon removed the knife from her skin, to the ravenous and rabid howls of the demons.

The demon lifted the knife high in the air, twirling it around in his bloodied fingers as he displayed it to the banquet table, who all become more and more frenzied in their bloodlust.

"And now, to skin the prisoner alive!" the demon announced to a loud cheer.

His fingers pushed into the long cut running down the whore's back, digging into the flesh and gripping the sides of the wound before he, in one disturbing elegant fluid movement, peeled the skin off of her with a quick tear, leaving flesh exposed.

The whore screeched, a deep roar of raw pain ripping out from the bottom of her lungs, serving only the drive the demons more insatiable, as she was reduced to a raw and bloody pulp.

The demon began to carve her, cutting off strips of flesh and placing them on stacks of plates beside him, which servants quickly whisked away to serve as food to the banquet.

Halone struggled against her bondage, watching in horror as the whore was slowly eaten alive bit by bit, the whore's exposed nerve endings screaming out in pain and crying for help that would never come. Halone's muscled trembled, a wave of nausea creeping up to scratch at the back of her throat as she knew she would die here too.

Halone watched as the whore was eaten alive, pouring salt in the wounds just to watch her suffer in agony which only drove them more wild-their eyes looked like giant black pits now encircled by just a slither of crimson, their hands shaking violently now as they were consumed by the effects of the blood.

The prisoners' muscles were stripped away bones began to jut through, her bones were smashed and the marrow inside was served to the demons, tears began to sting the corners of her eyes and she howled desperately.

In the insanity before her eyes Halone was unable to stop shaking, her breath came to her in short and sharp gasps. All that was left of the whore was a blood soaked plate, the sickly sweet metallic smell filling her nostrils, flashes of her childhood began to flood her mind.

Flashes of when her mother beat her, she could feel the sharp sting of her fists against her face and hear the sound of the punches impact. Flashes of when she first burned herself with cigarettes, when she was drunk and despairing and slumped under the shade of a tree when she decided to press the burning tip into her flesh, she could still smell the burning flesh. Flashes of when she told her mother she was suicidal after her mum found all the cigarette burns on her arm, and her mother simply held her as they both cried, she could still feel the tears trickling down her cheeks and leaving salty trails down her face. Flashes of when she cut a heart with her first boyfriend's initials into her arm, to confess her undying love for him, she could still smell the blood and taste the wound as she licked it.

"Mum! Mum save me!" a hysterical Halone cried out, tears burning her face as they began to pour down her face, she fought against her restraints, the ropes digging into her flesh and leaving red welts on her scarred skin.

"Your mother can't save you, you're as good as dead!" a demon bellowed at her, a few others chanted his comment with delirious screams of delight.

Halone felt a sharp prick in her thigh, a large needle had been stabbed into her inner thigh and her blood began to be sucked by the needle and syphoned down a connected tube, the tube end hung over large glasses, which the blood began to fill.

"Bleed bitch bleed!" a demon erupted, his eyes glistening with pure adrenaline.

"Help me please God help me!" Halone screamed, her throat raw from the tears and the cries, "I want my mum!" she yelled, her voice trembling with fear as she watched the demons fight over the glasses of blood, pouring the crimson liquid down their throats and allowing it to messily splash down their fronts.

"No one can save you now!" a demon shouted, "no one!".

"There is no God here!" another yelled.

Screwing her eyes she began to retreat inside herself, shrinking away from the freak show surrounding her, the hungry red eyes seemed so unreal and distant, as the whole world seemed to slowly die away from her, the sounds of her own sobbing growing far away.

Out of the coagulating blood pool a small human form started to take shape, in the midst of the sea of crimson a pair of wide hazel eyes opened, a pair of lips parted and a from them a young voice squeaked, "Halone!" in delightful glee, it was the voice of a young girl, no older than three.

"Halone?" Halone slowly echoed the meaningless name, confusion rife in her voice as she struggled to understand how the child came to be.

"Yes," the child proclaimed, climbing out of the pool of blood, revealing a gift of curly brown hair atop her head. As the blood flowed down her body the banquet table and demons melted away, revealing a large blanket of pure white with sprouts of lavender flowers that gave the air a soothing, refreshing scent.

The child began to teeter towards Halone, a toothless grin stretching wide across her face and dimpling its chubby cheeks, "we're the same," the child proclaimed, she reached her hands to touch Halone's face, the smooth skin of her palms relaxing Halone.

"Remember me?" the child asked, looking into Halone's eyes with a patient and curious gaze, as if she was staring into Halone's very soul.

Halone shook her head, "who are you?" she asked.

"You," the child giggled, in her confusion Halone slowly looked down to her hands, they had shrunk and the skin was as smooth as a baby's.

Looking back to the child she instead saw a body of water in the exact shape of the child, a water that reflected her wide, lost, piercing stare. She saw the utter brokenness lying just beneath the surface, she saw it in the tangles of her hair, the glazed over appearance of her eyes, the cracks of her lips, the scars on her arms and stomach.

"I shouldn't be," Halone told herself.

She looked into her own eyes, and saw all the horrors that lied just beneath the surface. Her eyes reflected the terror of the abuse she was subjected to, how her childhood was robbed of its innocence, how her teenage years were spent disowned and homeless, how she was lured into joining the rebels and made to sell her worthless self to the most deranged and disturbed of clients.

"You should die," Halone hissed at herself, her lips peeling back into a vicious snarl, revealing teeth gritted in fury.

Halone hated what she saw, she wanted to destroy it. Kill away all the misery, all the torment, all the agony, all the pain, all the suffering. End everything she ever was, all she couldn't be.

"Why are you still alive?!" Halone screamed, her eyes bulging with an eruption of rage as her whole body tensed in morbid anticipation.

As her hands shot out toward her reflection it turned to glass, she drove her thumbs into her eyes, gouging them out and leaving blood to spurt from the holes, she punched the creature's teeth out and left blood to gush from her parted lips, she pulled the creature apart piece by piece till it was nothing more than a mere bloody pulp, shards of glass adorning the floor.

Kneeling over the dead body she felt a deep disconnect, a complete severance and a gnawing emptiness that threatened to eat her alive. Kneeling over the devastation and destruction she had caused she felt a wave of guilt crash over her, drowning her in the undertow, the pure stillness of the body began to unsettle her.

At first her shoulders shook, then her chest felt like it had compacted and crushed down on her heart which began to hammer in her chest, then finally her burning eyes gave way to a flood of tears, and she sobbed until she was hollow as the body lied bleeding out.

The blood soaked into the pure white ground, which quickly absorbed the crimson fluid. Distant screams of ravenous ecstasy echoed in the space, and suddenly Halone felt the bondage tight against her skin once again, feeling the blood drain away from her.

Suddenly something shocked her, a sharp jolt that ripped her out of her psychotic break, and she returned to the demons. She was drained of blood and almost lifeless, catching glimpses of glasses being chinked and her blood spilling from their lips as they giddily drank, intoxicated and delirious as they continued to syphon her broken, empty body.