BRIELLE'S POV "Arghhhhhhh…" Brielle shouted as the hot, scorching iron reached the bottom of her feet. Her entire body shook fiercely as the unbearable pain spread throughout her body. She screamed again, louder than before. Her entire body convulsed in misery and heat, and she thought it was going to melt off her bones. Her whole body ached, from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, including her chest, lungs, and eyeballs. Everything hurt. It had been two days, if she could count correctly since the great torment began. Draken seemed to have grown enraged by her statements and, therefore, revealed his true colors. Most times, she was starved, and occasionally, she was fed slimy food. However, the scarcely there diet was not the worst thing that could happen to her. Instead, it was the increased torture spree. She had been sprayed with ice-cold water and severely whipped by the guards. He had also scaled her skin with a hot iron so she was red and peeling. Although
BRIELLE'S POV "Eat!" Draken yelled, shoving the stale maggot-filled meat into her mouth. "No!" Brielle hummed, her mouth securely shut, refusing the foul food. Even though her stomach hurt so much, she would sooner die than consume the trash. "Fucking eat!" He roared again, his eyes glowering with rage, but she still refused. How could she eat live maggots and risk herself even more? She couldn't afford it at all. He was better off torturing her than forcing her to take that poison. As if reading her mind, he spat viciously on her face. "If you don't eat this, I'll have to burn your skin with the scalding iron." It's right over there, as you can see.” He pointed to a wooden table in the corner of the room. Brielle shuddered, tears streaming down her cheeks at the unspeakable pain she would experience if he used the metal iron on her. She could almost hear her screams echoing around the cell, each nerve ending on fire as the flames licked her skin and burnt her alive. Still, she
DARIUS POVDarius had his head buried on his office desk, half asleep and deep in meditation when a thundering knock on his door jolted him awake. "Come in." He grunted and looked up from his desk. The doorknob twisted open, and a guard entered, bowing his head dutifully. "Master…" He greeted, and Darius responded with a wave of his hands. He inquired immediately. "What brought you to my office? Is there any news?" "There is." The guard moved closer to the desk and slipped an envelope towards him. He said, "The postman arrived earlier with this envelope for you. He stated it's urgent, and the sender wants you to view it immediately." "Huh?" Darius frowned. He rarely received letters unless they were business-related, and even then, they were delivered via mail. So, who had sent him an envelope? He couldn't even remember the last time he received one. "Well, I think you should see for yourself." The guard spoke again, and Darius hummed.He extended his hand, took up the brown pack
DARIUS POV "Take a look at that," Darius exclaimed aggressively, flinging the envelope at Rocky as soon as he entered the room. A surprised-looking Rocky bent down and picked up the envelope, his gaze skimming through.Darius did not say anything while the guard read the letter, but he did stop pacing and stood still to gauge Rocky's reaction. "What the hell is this?" Rocky inquired, his eyes darting up to meet Darius's terrifying look. "It’s self-explanatory. Draken Havix has requested to see me. He is torturing Brielle. He also sent me photos." Darius rasped out, his voice oddly calm, although he was anything but. He was like a raging volcano, ready to erupt and spew. His wrath was like lava rushing through his veins, threatening to consume him. "What pictures?" Rocky asked, and Darius' attention shifted briefly to the images on the floor beneath him. Bending down carefully, he packed the cards before almost whispering, "The pictures are so degrading and gory. I would not wan
DARIUS POV As Darius wore the robe over his head, he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by what was to come. He was preparing for the journey to Draken Havix's castle, as he had been invited, and Rocky and several of his guards would accompany him. Darius saw a lie when he saw one, despite telling himself that he was doing it out of sympathy and because he couldn't stomach the thought of Brielle going through any more torment. He couldn't dispute the truth. He still loved her. And that was the primary reason he was doing this. Brielle was still wholly connected to him, and he would save the lady he cared about and treasured above all else in the world. More so, following the letter yesterday, he decided to look into Brielle's background, and what he learned was shocking and too unbelievable to be real, but it was. Earlier, he’d thought Brielle was a pampered child who didn't want to leave her father for him, but what he discovered yesterday was the complete opposite. H
BRIELLE'S POV "Ahhhhh…" Brielle's screams rang through the cell as she felt the whip on her back. It was a new morning, and just like every other day, she’d woken up to another round of torture. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she could no longer hold back her wails and cries of pain."No more. No more... please… I will do anything you ask of me. Please stop it!" She begged the guards, who appeared to enjoy her agonizing cry."Please, please…" She said it again, hoping they would have mercy on her, but as usual, her pleas fell on deaf ears. They merely laughed at her and escalated the intensity of the torment, whipping her back like an animal, bathing her flesh with ice-cold water, and repeating the process.Brielle gave up begging. She knew she would never win against the guards. They were harsh and ruthless, just like their master.She remained still, allowing herself to feel the anguish until it subsided. And it did come to a stop. She soon collapsed on the floor in a heap a
DARIUS’S POV "Don't come up. I want to be alone," Darius spoke to Rocky, who responded with a nod and moved away. They had just returned to the mansion, and all Darius wanted to do was drown himself in several bottles of wine - the very ones he had sworn off. Throughout the ride home, his thoughts had been preoccupied with everything he’d heard back at Draken's estate. Brielle's screams lingered in his head, and he couldn't stop thinking about them as he climbed up the stairs and walked straight to his room. He'd wanted to see her, even if briefly, and assure her that he'd return to save her, but Draken had denied him the chance. He had until tomorrow to accomplish anything, though. But he was already dreading the day even before it arrived. Earlier, Darius had told Rocky about the conversation with his uncle, and the burly guard chastised him for taking things too personally. He had been so angry and irrational and erupted when he should have remained calm. He could have been
THE NEXT DAY DARIUS POV Darius sat across the chair, peering carefully at Draken Havix, who had an unsettling grin. He had returned as instructed, and he was fully prepared to face the motherfucker today. He was not leaving these premises without Brielle, and he’d made that clear as soon as he entered the room. But what did Draken do? The older man had given him a scathing look but said nothing. The action had infuriated Darius to no end, yet he remained calm, at least for now. He couldn't mess this up. He cracked his knuckles and leaned forward, breaking the silence that seemed to stretch between them. "You mentioned you had a story to tell me today. We should begin with that." He said, "I want to remind you again that I'm not leaving this place without Brielle. So consider that when you lay out whatever you want from me." Again, the older man said nothing. He merely kept smirking evilly, which made Darius's neck twitch. He wanted to knock the smile from the old ogre's face.