Words Cut The Deepest

From Raven's P.O.V

The conversation Robin and I were having would've been a lot longer if it weren't for the knife threatening my leg. Slade had gone from his baby knives, to his big boy machete. It hovered just above my skin as he talked. "Tell me who Robin really is!" He had screamed it over and over. I tried using my powers, but each time I did, the operating table gave me a horrible shock. Each time I closed my eyes, Slade would use his dullest knife to rip open my skin. My arms were covered in cuts, along with my left leg. I kept as quiet as possible, afraid my mouth would decieve me.Each time I screamed, my throat would dry out. Soon enough, my voice was gone. In a very low whisper, I had replied with,"You're wasting your time Slade, I can't give you answers I don't have." Apparently this had angered him a lot, because as soon as the words escaped my lips, he took a steak knife and plunged it into my leg. I couldn't scream, so I did something I hadn't done in a long time, I cried. They didn't last long, but still, they were tears. He watched in what seemed like pure pleasure as I let the wet droplets slide down my cheeks. It hurt the cuts inflicted upon my face, but I didn't care anymore. After about a minute, they stopped. Slade quietly walked away, but not before saying the one sentence I feared the most, "He's not coming Raven, he's too involved with Starfire." I sat there, realizing, that was the one wound that hurt the most, my aching, longing heart.