Reader Warning - This installment has excessive violence and gore. I do my part to ensure it is under the mature tags, you to your part to heed the warnings if that isn't your thing then this story isn't for you.
The following months were tedious, from Kiya assuming this air of unbreaking nerve, down to Bathory trying everything to break her will now. A few accounts, Kiya was nearly hurt to the point she was left to mend broken bones by herself, but nothing prepared her for the impending “nice” Elizabeth brought out. It unnerved her worse than her beatings did, in the following months after the last beating, she was administered medicine, and brought to the higher rooms to stay. Kiya was weary of her kindness as last time she did this, her mother was murdered before her eyes. Now she is being taken cared of, and for a change the other servants were glad to take care of one of their own that would not emit backlash at them.
Kiya’s form had filled out over time and Elizabeth was mesmerized by the unique beauty Kiya does possess. Jealousy seen well in the Countess’ eyes, but it didn’t stop her from playing with her hair or going over white marbled skin. As if she was admiring a piece of art before her. Despite scars that marred her skin from welts left or wounds that healed recently. It was during these times, that the summer solstice was approaching, and that meant celebrations to come. Things Kiya wasn’t allowed to participate before in, and it further left her suspicious of the sudden generosity.
Kiya was left in the high west wing itself, and her prison was set up to where the doors locked from the outside, and only other servants were allowed to enter, or the countess herself. Kiya went from a servant to a doll in the keep, and it was maddening for her. On the eve of one of these parties, she planned one escape, after catching word her death was going to be used to mark the end of summer and transition to fall. Pacing her room, Kiya is waiting on her time to leave, and when she hears the banquet in full swing, is when she starts tying things together to make a makeshift rope to leave. From dresses torn and wound together tight to not break, using years of knowledge now to make this without falling to risk breaking anything on her.
Kiya fastens the cloth rope around the bed legs, and seeing her rope make it to the ground she descends down it not worried now since it would warrant her death either way. Taking her chance to run, was now, and once she makes a less graceful fall to the ground, she gathers herself and starts to run, she managed to be on the outside of the gates and it made her happy and would provide a head start run. Tearing the front half of the dress enough for her legs to be freed up she ignores the chance of alerting others, in which she does with the guards on the wall run back to alert the countess of the escapist.
Furious knows nothing of the Countess’ temper for learning that her preperations were nearly going to waste with the girl running away. The night was in full swing, and she couldn’t leave, so quickly she barks an order for her guards to bring her back unharmed as necessary reminding them their heads will roll if they harm or marr her skin at all. She returns to entertaining the guests of high aristocrats, while the guards scramble about to carry out their orders.
Kiya holds knowledge of wilderness for it was what she knew before she was taken into the castle, and she does not light a fire, it isn’t needed and would draw attention to her location, she walks in a river so the dogs do not track her scent, by now she has cast off the clothing on the banks and scrubbed her own skin with dirt and mud to mask herself from the chance of being found so soon and dragged back.
If she could make it into the town, would she see solace among people who will shield her, or those who will hand her over easily at fear. She has heard stories of the townfolk being threatened to give up their daughters and seen them true with the girls brought in as soon as they were old enough and only the more beautiful of the girls.
At the point of exhaustion, Kiya finds her way on the banks of the river closest to the town, she is in the open and it scares her due to she knows the guards are headed for the town to look for her, she still possesses fire in her eyes and it keeps her moving. She stops just inside of a dock house, enough for her to catch her breath, but it worries her taking any breaks, her feet scuffed and swollen from running barefoot and covered in dirt much like her body.
Kiya’s break was short lived and after snagging clothes off of a line, she hides her hair underneath and stuffs her own clothing to make her look fuller than her thin form, harder to distinguish from ordinary people, the guards had settled in and calls for the village itself to show themselves, to be given an inspection of houses. Kiya freezes as she hears the order and is seen by other towns people, she follows the women to be lined up and looked over.
Her heart pounding immensely, Kiya is frozen stiff with the fear of being caught now after making it a far length away from Elizabeth and her impending death. When she feels a hand on her shoulder weighted with armor, she hesitates to look up, and is commanded to, her head pulled up now to meet the dead stare of the guard that finds her. As if she were staring at the man who sentenced her death, without a second thought he picks her up and carries her off. Screams and shouts coming from Kiya to let her go, such cries on deaf ears, she has rope tied on her hands and feet to prevent her from escaping now. As they’re going back to the castle of nightmares.
Furious holds no words to Elizabeth, she is hysterical by the time Kiya is brought into the castle, covered in mud and dirt. The Countess had broken her fan the moment she saw the girl, on her by hitting her hard on her shoulder. She still did not break that angry stare Kiya possesses, if anything there was a smirk the girl had from being hit. Never has Elizabeth been so angry, that she doesn’t know what to do with her first. Kiya was held by two guards with her arms apart, and stripped down in the Countess’ fury, the villager’s smock ripped to shreds and lay in tatters on the ground, leaving the girl nothing to cover herself.
The anger filled eyes soon took up a simple strap of leather and begins beating Kiya with it. There was only two surprised yelps from the girl the rest were either stifled cries from her biting her own cheek, to keep from giving the satisfaction of her screaming out. A basin of scalding hot water was brought in, and kicking a few times at the guards she was set in the water made to stand in it as two servant girls cleaned off the skin being made to be swift, and used scouring pads instead of soft brushes, a request by Elizabeth. The furious look the woman had was met with fire in green eyes, one that did not look like it would fade out. Not even after being presented with her dead friends, freshly slaughtered in Elizabeth’s rage.
Taking up a curved dagger, Elizabeth soon approaches Kiya with every intent to hurt her now. Pressing the blade to the girl’s shoulder she lifts her head with the edge of the blade. Malice in the Countess’ brown eyes, and murderous intent behind them at the bound girl. “Just what do you have to say for yourself? Or what were you trying to prove?” Elizabeth asks her as she presses the sharp end of the dagger on the fine lines of Kiya’s shoulder scraping the skin to draw a thin line of blood.
A click of Kiya’s tongue as she mulls over the thoughts in her head, she knows at this point her fate is sealed. So instead of begging for mercy, she welcomes the impending death head on. With such a hateful glare in Kiya’s eyes, she uses the only weapon available after losing feeling in her feet. She spits in Elizabeth’s face, and narrows her eyes.
“I was thinking I couldn’t wait to get away from your ugly presence. No matter how much you try to mask your stench with bathing in the girls blood, it will never hide how ugly and hideous you are. Old ugly whore!” As soon as Kiya finished her words she was met with a hard slap, ignoring the sting in her cheek. She then feels the tearing sensation of the dagger plunged into her left shoulder. A managed scream comes from Kiya out of instinct of anyone being stabbed, the pristine floor beneath starts trickling with blood and the basin of water sees scarce droplets. The white skin starts seeing streams from the stab wound on her shoulder, but it doesn’t stop there.
Elizabeth, driven into a full fury pulls the knife back and plunges it into Kiya’s chest, just missing her heart, no the woman doesn’t want to kill her just yet, but make her suffer before she dies, the punctured lung makes it hard for Kiya to breathe, and before she knew what was happening now, The Countess stabs her again but pulls down with the blade across her chest down and starts peeling off her skin. She is being called filth names left and right, but even in cries and sobs, Kiya holds a defiant grin in her pain. Ignoring the plunge of a blade into her right eye, she is hurting and with the loss of vision in the eye she lets more insults come back at the countess marking her as the most hideous being to grace her eyes and glad she doesn’t have to look at her. Her tongue was cut out next, and the remaining eye was pulled out. The sensation of being lifted up was dull to her, but now she was being lifted by a chain and hung over the basin below her from what she guessed was upside down with how freely blood was falling like hot streams away from her.
All Kiya could see was black, and the tearing sensation was back again, this time at her neck, cutting open her neck itself and being sure to sever those veins that hold back the last strings of her life. Kiya loses the ability to breathe and gags on her own blood as it fills her mouth and blocks her ability to breathe. There was a last sensation given to her as boiling water was poured overhead onto what remained of the mangled body enough to draw out a strangled scream, her body gives out and succumbs to death while her spirit is torn from the chains.