It was a fortnight’s hard ride, in hot weather. The skin had lost all the freshness that youth had once lent it. The blue eyes, always his best feature, were gone. But his tumbled brown hair was dressed with star-like pearls, and from the shape of his face, you could see that he had been beautiful.
Damen remembered him stabbing a fork into his thigh, remembered him insulting Laurent, blue eyes bright with invective. Remembered him standing alone and uncertain in a hallway dressed in bedclothes, a young boy poised on the edge of adolescence, fearing it, dreading it.
Don’t tell him I came, he’d said.
Author’s Note: Going to say exactly what I said on my last post - this entire fanfiction is going to be quite dark. This chapter in particular is dark and does contain a bit of a disturbing part near the ending. This is an angst-filled horror story. So if you’re looking to have a happy fun time, this is not for you. There WILL be feels. You have been warned…..Enjoy!
His heart was beating at a
slow, stuttering pace; the rush of stale blood deafening to his ears. Raspy
labored breathing – inhaling and exhaling, struggling to get the air he so
Yes, he was alive. Just
He was growing weak, he knew
this. It seemed the longer he remained here in this prison, the more drained
and dead he felt. He didn’t know what it was that was causing this. Was this
all a result of that wretched demon trying to take control of him? One thing he
was certain of: if he didn’t get out of here soon, he would die, whether it by
Anti’s own hands or by suffocation of this hell.