“I love you, please don’t forget me. Don’t let me go, Killian! Don’t ever let me go!” she said in haste, and screamed the last sentence as she clung to me while he attempted to tear her away.
“I love you too, Angel. I’ll never forget. I love you. You’re the only thing I’ve ever loved.”
The guards came to us. They placed some contraption onto my arm and hers, and a hot current ran through me, tensing me until every muscle in my body screamed and the tang of blood tingled my taste buds from me biting my lips. I could still feel it when I collapsed on the floor.
Master was sitting on his throne, as he did in these sessions. The participants crowded the room to the hilt, surrounding the spectacle the three of us had just enacted. At first, I struggled to stand and talk, but then, I pushed the words from my mouth at full power.
“Y-you! Fecking! Promised!” I screamed at Master one more time, my anger radiated through every word and my glare. It echoed, and everyone but him turned to look at me. The fear for myself was gone. I was panicking for her while scanning them, then stopped at the right corner where the young boys stood, looking extra sad.
While holding onto the two poles I always tried to shake, I watched them take her limp body to the table. She’d fainted. This wasn’t something I could hide my feelings about. I prayed; Ibegged; I kicked the cage, trying to loosen the rails, but nothing changed what was happening.
“I will never forgive you for this! Do you hear me?” I screamed at Master again, and this time, I guess he couldn’t stop himself from looking at me. It infuriated me even more that he acted as if my words hurt him. After everything I had endured for him.
Time was dragging while I screamed ’til my voice gave out and the only love of my life got murdered a million times. Slowly, the little of my sanity left faded away. I vomited, cried, screamed, and the dizziness swirled the world around me, weakening my knees, but I stayed awake. There were blisters on my hand from how much I was pulling at the railing. “I love you. No matter what, I still love you,” I repeated every time she called my name, begging for help for anything.
She was completely silent by the time my legs gave out. My head was throbbing as if it had been struck and slowly the world started turning and darkening. around the cage to where I was. I could barely hold onto the rales, barely keep open my eyes.
"Don't worry. I'll protect her." Another boy whispered into the back of my ear. I recognized his voice. It was that boy who'd been brought by master and his friend. I'd forgotten he'd been in the cage with me. I turned and confirmed that it was him after all. "I'll save her."
I nodded. "Please," I barely whispered. "Please save her."
He nodded and stepped forward while I retreated back. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop the world from blackening the way it did when I held my breath. The world swirled and dissappeared.
All that evil needs to triumph is for everyone to do nothing.
Filledtocapacity,theroom became dark, with only one naked light bulb hanging above the table. The darkness helped to hide identities. The light helped draw everyone’s attention to the atrocities committed on the table.Fuck!They hadn’t even started. That’s why it was so quiet.
The air was stagnant, already smelling of sweat, and the robes they insisted we wear didn’t help the discomfort. At first, I stayed in the back. When I peeked between all the bodies standing in front of me, I saw a glimpse of her.
A girl?I couldn’t believe my eyes. Master only liked young boys like myself and his sons, everyone knew that.Why is this girl here?I didn’t understand. Hardly any of us survived beinga meal on the table.
There was no way she could survive.
I looked again. Mael was yanking her away from the pet and then electrocuted both of them. She collapsed on the floor.Jesus fucking Christ!She was such a little thing. This was Mael’s doing? What the fuck? Why? God, he was as sick as his father.
“Get up!” he screamed at her, and when she didn’t do it fast enough, he kicked her.
“You’re gonna fucking kill her, you asshole!” the pet yelled, master’s current little prince whom everyone seemed to hate more than any of his predecessors.
The crowd slightly shifted. From there, with the crowd in front of me, I couldn’t always see what they were doing to her, but the sound of the punch striking her face made me wince followed by the whimper it pulled out of her, and the collapsing of her body to the ground. Other than the torture being unleashed, the room was quiet.
“Stoppppppppp!” the Master’s pet yelled. He was a few meters away, closer to the light, inside what we referred to as the Master’s chamber—a bird cage–shaped prison cell for the Master’s current object of torture and desire. Many had been in that hellhole before; few survived it. I'd talked to some of them. The torture on the menu for him that day was obviously to watch her, the object of his love, die a thousand gruesome deaths. A sound from behind me caught my attention. The doctors and nurses were at the back door, ready to take her.
“If you really loved her, you wouldn’t do this to her!” he yelled, trying to get Mael’s attention, but he ignored him. “Mael!”
I allowed myself to really look at the pet. God, he was so fucking helpless. It made me gag because it reminded me of my time in there and how I had been just as bad, if not worse. The self-disgust would become too violent every time I remembered myself submitting and my body enjoying it. Either the petstill hadn’t learned to hide his pain, or it was different because of her.He was holding onto the bars with all his strength while spilling his naïve words. He was so thin all his bones were showing under his dirty stretched skin.
“Who the fuck said anything about love?” Mael scoffed then chuckled. When his laughter suddenly ended, he yelled, “Com’ere!”
“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed at the same time he demanded for her to go to him. I dared move my head, wanting to see what he was doing, only to find out he’d yanked her by her long, black hair and pulled her off the ground. I only saw snippets between bodies hidden in cloaks.
The show was meant to numb us, to torture, to rob us of all empathy and shatter it into nonexistence. This was the first girl I’d seen in the facilities or on the table. It was very well-known that Master only liked young boys.
“W-what are you doing, Mael? What—What are you do—” Her voice trembled with fear, almost echoing. She sounded so little and frail. And like a record player scratching, it stopped my heart.
“Mael. Listen to me. You’re better than this. You don’t need to do this. Mael!” The pet kept yelling and banging his palms against the metal poles of his cage. I wished he’d shut up. We all knew that at this point, not even Mael had a fucking choice. Once a meal was served, it had to be destroyed. There was no room for mercy in this room. Mael had made his decision to put her in this position, and that was that.
“What are you doing?” she asked once more, and for that, he punched her in the eye so hard she fell.
