(Rigel)
(One week ago when Amaia was in the dungeon.)
(This Chapter contains physical and emotional torture. Ra*e. Proceed with caution, keep your ntal health in check.)
After my torntor’s visit, Amaia could no longer see . I just hoped she didn’t hear my screams; if she had, her peace must be destroyed.
The air around felt heavy, misty suffocating . The chains holding glowed, every contact bringing such consuming tornt like being psychologically flayed slowly, inch by inch.
The voice ca taunting, bringing more agony.
"You reek of her. Did you sleep with her?" I didn’t care what would happen to but I desire no harm for Amaia.
"...No....I didn’t....!" I could hardly speak, my throat choked from the heavy mist around and my eyes watered.
"You know what will be fun? To poke holes in her skin right in front of you. To make her bleed and tempt you with her blood. Will you drink and drain her out?" The laughter rang, cold and cruel like shattering steel—shredding my nerves.
"Leave her out of this..." I demand, fighting through the blinding pain which seems to be torturing every cell in my body. I bend over, trying to find any solace. Only the scraps of Amaia’s lingering scent calm my heart.
"Aww, little Rigel finally found his mate, but she can’t even sense you, and from today onwards, she won’t be able to see you. Just like for others, you will be a ghost."
My heart drowns in an ocean of agony at these words. After a very, very long ti, I have finally found hope. I have found my mate when I had almost given up, and now she is going to be snatched from . Just like that.
My torntor’s cold and emotionless eyes beco visible. The pure rage boils . My whole body goes taut like a string being pulled. The very veins under my skin have disgust coursing through them.
"LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS," I seethe out, foam spewing from my mouth. The revulsion crawls over my skin.
Another step closer the person takes. The pungent sll fills my nostrils, so different from Amaia’s soothing one.
The rough hand reaches out, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up.
"Who do you think you are to tell what I need to do?" The horrible stench from the mouth and body invades like a foreign creature, disgusting further. I squirm trying to get away but there is no place.
"Maybe you need to be reminded who holds the power." The tattered piece of black cloth is yanked from my body.
I know what is to follow, it happens with every visit and yet it doesn’t make it easy. My thoughts drift to Amaia and how her warm body had snuggled with .
The excruciating pain of the torture that follows, the impaling, like being invaded with a red-hot iron.
I fixate on the mories of Amaia, my body spasms, my toes and knees scrape against the hard surface of my prison. Fury and loathing well up inside . My shadows shift, trapped on my body they can’t even escape and strangle my torntor.
I lose track of reality, I don’t even know if I am conscious or drifting through a current of pure agony and then I just slip under.
When I co to be, I find Amaia sitting outside my cell staring inside at the wrong place. Her eyes keep wavering to every inch of my prison, not stopping at and I realise she can’t see anymore.
Her head has been bleeding, I can scent her sweet blood. She has been injured, and the thought causes a different type of agony to .
The woman who has been bringing her food stands behind her confusedly watching.
Amaia slumps to the ground while her hands clutch the iron bars. The little bracelet I had made with the torn pieces of my robe still remains around her wrist.
"Amaia!" I painfully call her out, but I know it’s no use; she can’t hear . It has all been on purpose. Her arrival and being able to see and then not. A different way to tornt and torture , the one I don’t think I can recover from.
"This cell is not used. It has been cordoned off. I should have inford you earlier as well. Why do you keep coming here? There’s nothing here," the woman tells her in a confused voice.
Tears roll down her face as she stares at exactly where I am crumpled on the ground. My body, broken and in pain. Her tears hurt more than my despair and woe.
And then she mouths in barely a whisper. I know she doesn’t want the lady to hear.
"I will return for you."
They are re words but it’s a whole universe of hope for not a re ray. The pain subsides as I focus on her voice and the promise she has made.
"I will wait for you, Amaia," I answer, knowing she can’t hear but still.
With one final teary glance she struggles getting up and leaves. My breath is stolen when she moves, taking her light and soothing scent away.
Curling up on the ground I try to fight this pain and try not to lose whatever sanity is left in my brain and heart.
I don’t know how much ti has passed but she returns. Her scent I am able to pick up even before I see her. My heart blossoms like those white roses I love so much.
To my dismay, she is not alone. There is a boy with her. She cos into view, her beautiful face is grimaced in pain as I know she still can’t see .
My body reacts to her as it struggles against the chains, trying to reach her.
"Amaia! You ca." I murmur but her expressions tell she still can’t see .
That breaks all over again.
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