Chapter Two-Hundred-And-Seventy-Eight
**3rd Person POV**
Nydia was fearful of what was to come next. All she knew was that she was not ready to die yet. She'd had the chance to escape and she had blown it on a pack of meat. She now waited for her eventual doom. She wondered how death would feel like. She wondered if perhaps it would be like the underworld she had experienced; a time she could not recall. She had gone there sane but had returned almost completely mad and with no memory of the place. Yet, she was distinctly aware that she had been there and that her experience had been horrible.
A cockroach crawled on her thighs; she flicked the thing away with disgust. Who would have thought that she, a descendant of a Beta would be going through such a horrid experience? There was a time in her life she had been the mistress of a palace and now she was reduced to a common prisoner.
As she sat down drunk in the melancholy of her problems, she became aware that she was not alone but she could not see who was with her. She looked around the tiny cell but there was no one with her. However, she could feel someone staring at her quite intently. Goosebumps had begun to form on her hand as she felt a cold air envelope the room.
“You are not imagining things,” a still small voice whispered in her ear. She shook her ear to get rid of the voice. She imagined that she had been here so long that she had begun to imagine things.
“Stop shaking your head and listen to me,” the voice cried.
Nydia stood up rather suddenly and groaned in pain when her head hit the roof of her cell.
“Where will you run to? huh?” The voice was even louder now.
“Sit down Nydia, you have nowhere to run to,” said the voice.
The voice, whoever it belonged to was right so Nydia sat down. She could not run even if she wanted to.
“Who are you?” asked Nydia. She knew it was not her wolf that was speaking to her and she was quite certain that if she was not mad she was alone.
“You have no business knowing that,” came the soft but harsh response.
Nydia thought the voice was rude. If she had no business knowing that, why was she pestering her? and that was assuming the voice belonged to a woman.
“What do you want?” Although Nydia could not think of anything she could possibly give this voice seeing that everything she'd once had, she had lost.
“I want you,” came her response.
“Me? Is that a joke?” Nydia gave a crude laugh. Why would anyone want her? Except of course to hurt her. That thought put a stop to her laughter. What if the voice had come to torture her?
“Why did you stop laughing? Are you scared?” quipped the voice. Nydia gave no response.
“Now you won't talk? Would it be a surprise though if I'm here to hurt you? After All, you've hurt so many people,” returned the voice.
Nydia said nothing. Even now in this dark cell, she felt absolutely no remorse for the things she had done. The only thing she felt regret for allowing herself to be used by George and then getting caught. She thought that if she had only been smarter she would have gotten away with everything. She also regretted that she not had handled Regina. The second she had walked into Dagen's palace, she ought to have killed her immediately. That was a mistake she would always regret.
“What if I told you I can undo all those things you regret?” This shocked Nydia out of her silence. Could this voice she could not see read her thoughts?
“Who are you?”
“You're asking the wrong questions again. What you need to ask me is what I want you for?”
“What do you want me for?”
“I cannot tell you that,” replied the voice.
“But I will tell you this, when you're in the fire, call me and I will save you,” the voice said.
“What fire? And call you? I don't even know your name,” but she was met with a deafening silence.
The voice had left.
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It had been decided that the gallows were too easy a punishment for Nydia. It was agreed that she deserved a slow death and a painful one. It was agreed that she would die by fire.
A guard rapped on Nydia's cell so that she would wake up. Nydia did wake up and seeing the ugly face of the guard she knew her time was up.
She allowed herself to be picked up and dragged roughly out of her cell. She did not resist them at all, there was simply no point.
It was not until she saw what they had in store for her that she tried to run away.
Standing in front of her was a huge furnace and there was only one reason it would be there.
It had been agreed that her worst fear was the best way for her to go.
She struggled against the huge muscles of the guards but they wouldn't let her go. She was in tears now; she couldn't stand fire. She was utterly terrified of fire. After she had watched her best friend as a little girl get consumed by fire she had not been able to withstand fire.
She trashed and wailed and flailed but they were stronger than her.
They put her in the furnace against her will.
She had been barred in too so there was no way she could leave.
She saw Regina and Emily; the twins—Charlotte and Reginald; they were all there to watch her burn.
She smirked at them, refusing to give them the pleasure of begging for her freedom.
However, the smile on their lips soured the expression on her face.
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