He started with her toes first and worked his way up her body as if a lover’s caressing that’s how he acts as he tortured her. Herold pulled her nails out first then used fire to brand her skin saying something like a witch should have this as she is a wicked being or something like that but she could not remember much of what he said.

Then came the hammering, he hammered nails into her legs than start hammering her hands as well before pulling them out and stopped the bleeding by healing her. He did heal her everyday as he worked her body, sometime he cuts her sometime he drowned her, and so on. There was even poison used, which made her veins turn black and her breathing labored but it only happens at night.
The day had passed sadly without realizing that it is already winter, the coldest season of the year bur all Wanda thought of was when would death come for her. The temperature kept falling down and so did Wanda’s heart.

The heart that was shattered piece by piece as she saw her family and her loved one killed in front of her eyes. Remembering the feeling of watching her family being killed was agony as they had died because of her and even as Herold hurt her everyday physically, Wanda tortured herself mentally every day too because she needs to remember the pain and when the time comes to deliver these pain to those who deserved it.

The tattered clothes make every bone in her body shiver even the shattered ones. As she lay there she would reiterate her memories as they were the only thing that kept her warm during cold weather. She would remember her beloved father burning the pinewoods in the fireplace, while her beloved mother brewed a cup of tea for her. The burning fire and cup of tea doesn’t really keep her warm but the love that her parents had for Wanda kept her warm. Several flashes of memories flew in front of Wanda’s eyes and she let the tears flow for what she had lost, everything.

One day, as Herold was cutting her again and for some reason he was happy that day he kept drinking wine as he cuts her.
“Here witch have some wine. It is an auspicious day today and this is your reward as it is a good news for you too.” He said as he poured wain on her cuts.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry so I can’t stay long here so you enjoy your day as well then witch.” That’s what he said as he told the servant to clean up and leave the cave as he always did.
Then, she heard a metal clashing as a cue for the Harold’s loyal servant to hand in the food to her. Her heart pounded very fast, every time the loyal servant entered the cell. She holds her fist to suppress her excitement and fear as she waited.

The servant came and offered Wanda her meal. The gunslinger mustached servant left after offering the meal. She knew better now than to ask for help from the deft and mute, in a way he was a victim of Herold too.
After the servant had gone and she was sure that she was alone, she started pulling on her binds. The ropes caging her had frayed with the constant cuts from Herold himself and today after the wine he was more careless than the usual and had cut the ropes a lot more than was the norm.
‘Today then. Today is the day I will escape from this hell’ Wanda thought as she pulled the ropes hard enough to make her wrists bleed.

Pang! The ropes broke and Wanda didn’t waste any time as she untied her legs and started running. Bang! before she could go any further she fell as her legs gave out on her. She took a deep breath and with a small knife that she picked up stabbed her legs again and again to wake them up.

When she could feel her legs again, Wanda got up and ran and ran. She ran away from the cave and her prison where she was kept and she could not even count how many time she fell, she just kept running. But she could not feel safe yet, they will come for her and they did.