[Belem's POV]
It was cold and every inch of me hurt, not the good kind of hurt, the very bad kind. I was stinging and aching and my fingers were crusty with blood. I gazed at the stone wall to my right and watched it in silence.
I imagined a window there, but I could no longer remember the time of day. Perhaps it was night? It felt like the morning.
Between the beatings and the lack of sleep, the dark and small space I was reclining in and the chain fastened to my leg, I was beginning to settle down with the acceptance that this would, unfortunately, become my last resting place.
I no longer made any real effort to defend myself or escape their attacks, knowing most of it was just to keep my eyes open. The less sleep I got the easier it would be for that man to ply his long elegant fingers into my soft insomniac brain.
He observed me quietly from the corner, evidently paging through some set of papers. The light was low, and his eyes faced downwards, and yet l I knew he was watching me still.
Cold, ruthless man. My cock almost hardened at the thought.
How very much like Sabbas he was... I eyed him a little further, the torchlight flickered and so did the gleam in his sharp, chilly eyes.
Something warm in me rolled about, making its presence known.
Cold, with fists that left such sweet bruises, eyes that reminded me every time how little he liked me, how much I depended on him.
Yet so far I had yet to see him stand above me, punish me by his own hand, hold a whip or chain, cut me open or even ask me little more than who I was and what I wanted here.
I wanted to feel him hurt me.
If I was to die by anyone's hand, why not by a man as intolerably handsome, and just as icy cold as my master, who had forsaken me to this dismal human cage.
"You seem bored." I said to him quietly.
The underground room was quiet, even the slightest dripping from somewhere down the hall and up the stairs could be heard, my voice sounded like a thunderstorm to me.
He said nothing, and still looked down at his papers.
"Why, won't your king be very upset if he sees you sitting lackadaisically just so? And I am sure he sees all..."
His eyes flashed upwards for just a second but I felt the full force of heat from just that.
"Be still."
I frowned, great irritation gripping me. The basic two words were rejection to me, and I was so tired of that.
"I see," I taunted. "You're more of a watcher, than a playing man. You let others do the work, fight your fights. Do you also let another man lay with your wife?" I leaned in between the bars, my knees aching against the hard stone. "Do you watch?" I asked with a sneer.
There was the barest narrowing of his eyes but nothing more, only a prolonged look and more silence.
The silence only angered me more. I wanted a reaction from him, more than anything else, I needed it.
"When this place is overtaken, and she is raped and her head cut off her body, will you watch that too?" I asked, glaring at him. "When your kings throat is slit and his eyes cut open, will you watch that as well?"
That was when he stood up and I swallowed my tongue.
It felt as though the air shifted in the room as he moved, the slightest twitch and I could feel it, the vaguest sound and I would notice it, and as he headed towards my cell with an even gait and perfect posture, it was as though I was watching a skeleton get up and move towards me.
The cell door opened, I hadn't see the key but he had opened it somehow, and closed it behind him with equal ease. And then suddenly we were in the same cell, together.
I glanced down at my metal bound leg. Were it not for this... it would be the perfect plan! Here I would take my chances, throw myself at him and hurt his eyes, something, anything to overpower him. Then I would take his key and escape to...
To nowhere, because I no longer had anywhere to return to. Sabbas had signed my death warrant, no doubt they saw me as a threat now. Anyone held captive that was let free or escaped with their lives was assumed to be a traitor, someone that had sold their soul, told all their secrets, in exchange for a much more worthless thing, their life.
Sabbas was done with me, and would move on as though I had never been crushed beneath his feat, never laid down my life for him, done whatever was necessary to keep him happy, to be subservient beneath him.
It all meant nothing, just as I knew it would, ultimately.
I sighed noiselessly, deflating a little. As I looked up at the intimidating form in front of me, bizarrely handsome and even somehow magnetising, I thought to myself that I would anger him more and make it so that he would beat me to death before tomorrows sun had risen.
"I wonder if you have children?" I asked quietly.
He did not answer. He grabbed a whip that was resting far enough away that I couldn't grab it with the length of chain I was attached to. And he tested it in his grip, a man somehow made of calm. It was almost impossible to imagine that inside the infinitely serene expression there was a burning anger.
Tense fear tickled my spine as I watched him approach me.
"I do not." He informed me in a low alluring voice.
I shivered, inching a little back against the wall. It was cold.
"And I fear I also do not have a wife..." He continued slowly, running a couple long fingers along the length of the thin leather.
I watched, unable to look away. "You... Then you must also not have a king?" It was meant to be a taunt but sounded more like an actual question.
His eyes were so dark it was hypnotising. "I do have a king, yes. Who will not be harmed, under my watch."
And I believed those words.
He took a step closer.
My bare chest felt suddenly a lot colder, I curled up my form a little more, wrapping my arms around my legs more tightly. Was it possible for a breeze to pass through a room with no windows? A coffin beneath the palace with a gilded name.
"You want me to kill you." He stated quietly.
Was there any point in lying?
"I..."
Still, I didn't know how to reply and trailed off.
"What will you do in exchange for death?" He asked me.
Devils eyes. Even scarier than Sabbas. That revelation felt like a chill in my chest.
I saw death before my eyes, and I knew that when it finally gripped me it would all be over. This was what I wanted. I had to take it!
"I will do anything you want." I stated, full conviction in my voice and mind as I replied. Anything he wanted, I would do it all in exchange for passing on to the next realm.
I thought for a moment I saw surprise on his face but it passed so quickly perhaps it was not there at all.
Intense glowing eyes observed me for about half a minute, then a half smile twitched at his lips.
I stared at him, feeling confused.
"Get on your knees." He demanded and his voice felt loud in the small cell.
The words alone send a river of fire down towards my cock but I kept my face emotionless. He was about to kill me, whatever strange fantasies my twisted mind thought up would not last when the whip struck my face.
I got on my knees in front of him and looked up only for a moment before closing my eyes tight.
Instead of a whip I felt a hand on my face, not hitting me but gripping my chin, roughly as he angled my face up towards his.
"What if I decide not to kill you in the end..." He asked me. His lips were a dark red, upper lip and bottom lip equal in thickness, there was something terribly handsome about that. I wondered if they would feel soft on my neck as he sank his teeth into me.
My breath hitched as I looked up at him. "Then... Then I will kill you." I promised him.
Still he seemed unfazed. "Interesting." He raised the whip.
[A/N] Chapter 82.5 is up next and linked to the chapter.
I'm wearing a big thick jumper warm from the dryer, time to hug my patrons....
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