Eliane.
I follow the lights as they lay out a path for me, leading me between the cells towards the dungeon I am looking for.
I know what is happening.
I denied and denied that this would happen.
I should have warned her. But this isn’t only my nightmare we are reliving.
I run and she comes into view. My body collapses against invisible walls, right in front of her dungeon. My body tingles as I feel time rushing through.
There she is, a man is standing in front of her. She looks so small crumbled away on the floor, crunching together as a result of being hit.
“Honey, I am here,”I scream. Her eyes look up, but her gaze doesn’t meet mine. She sees past through me. Her eyes scan the room.
“I don’t see you,”she whispers. She bows forwards, then straightens up and tilts her head.
“I am not scared of you.”
The words leave her mouth confident. She reaches for her dagger. The man must almost be as tall as me and has dark blond hair. One problem is that he is at least twice my size, and I am not talking about muscle. Eliane is an excellent fighter, but will never be able to get him to the ground. He is a torturer. I have seen him before.
“I don’t think so, little girl.” He smiles at her.
I am just standing here, not being able to do anything. It is killing me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I can do nothing more than just watch.
“I am right here, Honey, watching over you. You can do this.”The man grunts loudly as he grabs her by her arms. She slices forward with her dagger getting his attention there, but also kicking her knee in his groin. He bows forward, making it possible for her to throw a punch towards his face. I hear hisnose crunch, and next to death, rats and dust, the smell of iron fills my nose. She broke his nose. He stands up straight, looking like a giant with that body, holding his nose.
“You little bitch.”
He steps forwards grabbing her by her face, forcing her to look at him. She takes her opportunity to hit and throws a dagger at him, straight into his shoulder. She pushes her other dagger forward, straight into the man’s liver. He does not give as much as a small huff as the dagger pierces through him. Eliane’s eyes darken. The man looks down.
The wound starts to heal as fast as it came. Blood stops pouring and the wound closes.
He is a healer.
He smashes Eliane’s head hard against the wall, I can hear her bones crack. I hear the ringing of her ears through our bond. I can feel her dizziness. I can feel her on the edge of passing out.
“Stay awake, Eliane!”I feel her disappear out of my mind, seeing her hand loose grip on the dagger. I try to reach for our bond, but I feel her slipping between my fingers. The man turns her around, grabbing her hair tightly, Eliane’s face pushed against the cold brick wall. Blood drips down and the red vibrant color is a complete contrast with the lifeless grey wall.
“No-Noo!” I scream so loud my throat burns. My veins pop out of my face. Sweat drips everywhere as my blood boils. My hands clap against the invisible wall. I reach for my sword, aiming in the wall, but it doesn’t break.
All I can do is watch, knowing what is going to happen next.
The man pulls her hair tight, her head lifting off the wall. He unties her braid, wrapping her hair that loses its sparkle, around his hand.
“Eliane!”I scream.
All I get from her is a small mumble. She is still there. Presence, experiencing everything that happens to her, just not able toreact—to fight. He reaches for her belt on the front. He unties it with one hand, aiming for her pants. The door opens and that makes the man look up. His eyes go less dark as he watches the person walking in.
Zephron.
