WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If you choose to read, be prepared.
“How long has it been?”
“Almost a month.”
“How is she still alive?! You said she'd be ours within the week!”
“Calm down; we underestimated her. But we won't do that again. She has to break soon. Then we can mold her again.”
“You better or-”
“Or what?! You don't have any power without us!”
“Don't kill her. You need her as much as I do.”
“For now. If she proves to be a problem-”
A knock sounded against the heavy metal door. It scratched the door as it was opened. A man walked in, dressed and armed like a military general. In his hands was a plate of uneaten food.
“She sent it back again?!”
“Never even touched it. I don't know how she's doing it, but she should be dead by now. It's not possible for any human to go this long without any food or water.”
“That's the problem; she's not human. Perhaps it's time to try a different tactic...”
A pair of eyes widened.
“You can't do that!”
Ignoring it, the other two shared a look before one spoke.
“Do your worst general. But keep her alive.”
The lock of her cage sounded and she looked up from her shrouded corner. The heavy sound of boots warned her of the sudden intruder. Like a rag doll, she was picked up and carried away. She was unable to open her eyes, too weak from too many weeks without food. But she could hear it again. The whispers and laughter. The others who were imprisoned just as much as she was. But they mocked her now. In the distant, she heard the sound of savage barking. It made her toes curl. She heard him laugh at her when she shivered.
“Don't worry; I have orders to keep you alive.”
There was a cold mock to his voice that sent shivers down her spine. The barking grew louder till it was overwhelming. The barking halted when they arrived, chilling her to the bone. It was too quiet. She could feel their desire to rip her to shreds. The door opened and she was tossed to the floor in the ring. She resisted the urge to look. Then she felt them bite her. Sent on the hunt. Biting and tearing into her skin, tearing it off and she could feel the warmth of her blood.
“I thought they said she'd fight.”
“Maybe she's not as great as they said.”
“No; she's just resisting. This is only part one of the torture.”
She heard their cruel laughing fade into harsh barking. She was tossed and bitten for what could have been days; she wasn't sure anymore. But she had no will to fight. No strength. And when they finally called them off, she couldn't feel anything but the blood on her body as she faded into darkness.