All Chapters of Infinite Love : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia My eyes are heavy as I try to force them open, throat dry and hoarse from dehydration. Blinking rapidly as I try to adjust to the bright light above me after the darkness. Moving to sit up I become aware my wrists are bound . . . What the hell . . . I try to clear the fog in my brain, I remember being at the breakfast bar eating with Erik and Nico and then it went dark. Whipping my head to each side I look for them and my eyes finally adjust to the light. I recognise my surroundings it’s my bedroom at the mansion, how the hell did I get here? Why am I tied up? I try to move my legs but they too are held firmly in a binding. A cruel laugh echos through the room and then he comes into view. Damian walks over and sits in a seat placed beside my bed. His eyes are triumphant, his smile pure evil. He reaches out and strokes my face, I have to resist my instinct to pull back from him. “Ah wife” there is scorn as he says the word wife. “You are back with me, how I have

Nico Freezing cold water hitting my face wakes me up instantly, an automatic snarl releases from my throat and I move to react to whomever dares to strike me. That is when I realise that I am chained to the wall standing upright whilst I was unconscious. Another snarl rips from me at the audacity. My eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, one of our dungeon cells, I am most familiar with them although I am usually the one doing the chaining up. A guard stands looking rather sheepish holding the now empty bucket, he refuses to meet my eyes, fucking coward. A figure stands behind him half cloaked in the darkness but I know who it is, that cunt Damian, so he finally had the balls to make a move. We’ve been playing this uneasy game of chess for a while now, both distrusting of each other, neither willing to make the first move. I guess we’re on the board now. “Nico” he drawls my name like the snake he is but I refuse to bite I just glare into the darkness, challenging him with m

Erik I turn to face papa “Who is she?” He looks beyond startled as he walks into the room closing the door after he seems to check there is no one lingering outside. He touches my shoulder a look of concern accompanying it “You don’t know who Amelia is?” I just shake my head bewildered, I feel like I should but I have no tangible memory of her that I can reach for. “Sit down for me son something is very wrong” I immediately oblige I trust him more than anyone in this world and the look on his face tells me this strangeness I have been feeling is not misplaced. He waves his hands over me closing his eyes and muttering ancient words over and over, a strange tingling feeling runs through my body like an electricity as his spell works over me, when the electricity reaches my head I can’t help the scream that escapes my mouth, it is absolute agony and just as quickly it’s gone. Papa crouches down before me his eyes aflame with anger “Someone has been in your head there’s a

Erik The house is silent as I make my way from my old rooms down to Papa’s office, it’s that eerie time just before dawn. The rest of the house is either sleeping or out. I’m relieved when I see the light under his door but I had known he wouldn’t sleep without coming to tell me if he had found anything. My own mind has been in constant turmoil, stretching to try and grasp on to any memory that would fill the void in my mind. After reading my own journals I am even more confused as to what the hell has been going on. Pausing I give a gentle knock and he calls out for me to come in. He barely even looks up as I enter and I realise he is on the phone to someone with his head bent stuck in an ancient looking book. “Yes, yes Miranda I agree, I think that would be a good idea, I’ll speak to him about it and come back to you” There are a mountain of books strewn all around him in various states of being poured over for answers. He says a quick goodbye and discards his phone fin

***trigger warning chapter contains torture*** Nico Two whole fucking weeks of being subjected to the torture of these inept idiots. I haven’t seen Damien since that first day the coward doesn’t have the fucking guts to deal with me himself and the problem with having vampires that I trained torturing me, well the student has never surpassed the master in this case. They have no idea how to break me, nothing they say or do to me is enough, my mind is fully intact, not even the slightest crack. They however think I am near breaking, ready to crumble at their feet and pledge my undying loyalty and allegiance to their master. I had to take my time, make it seem convincing, if I had caved too quickly they would have been suspicious, just a little nudge, the tiniest of concessions day in day out, crying out in pain a little more each time they ripped me open with their torture implements, letting the fire in my eyes die a little more, luring them to me. They have now not al