Post-Apocalypse: Mated To Alphas Of Orion-Chapter 81: Will She Come?

(Rigel)

(One week ago when Amaia was in the dungeon.)

(This Chapter contains physical and emotional torture. Ra*e. Proceed with caution, keep your mental health in check.)

After my tormentor’s visit, Amaia could no longer see me. I just hoped she didn’t hear my screams; if she had, her peace must be destroyed.

The air around me felt heavy, misty suffocating me. The chains holding me glowed, every contact bringing me such consuming torment like being psychologically flayed slowly, inch by inch.

The voice came taunting, bringing more agony.

"You reek of her. Did you sleep with her?" I didn’t care what would happen to me but I desire no harm for Amaia.

"...No....I didn’t....!" I could hardly speak, my throat choked from the heavy mist around me and my eyes watered.

"You know what will be fun? To poke holes in her skin right in front of you. To make her bleed and tempt you with her blood. Will you drink and drain her out?" The laughter rang, cold and cruel like shattering steel—shredding my nerves.

"Leave her out of this..." I demand, fighting through the blinding pain which seems to be torturing every cell in my body. I bend over, trying to find any solace. Only the scraps of Amaia’s lingering scent calm my heart.

"Aww, little Rigel finally found his mate, but she can’t even sense you, and from today onwards, she won’t be able to see you. Just like for others, you will be a ghost."

My heart drowns in an ocean of agony at these words. After a very, very long time, I have finally found hope. I have found my mate when I had almost given up, and now she is going to be snatched from me. Just like that.

My tormentor’s cold and emotionless eyes become visible. The pure rage boils me. My whole body goes taut like a string being pulled. The very veins under my skin have disgust coursing through them.

"LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS," I seethe out, foam spewing from my mouth. The revulsion crawls over my skin.

Another step closer the person takes. The pungent smell fills my nostrils, so different from Amaia’s soothing one.

The rough hand reaches out, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up.

"Who do you think you are to tell me what I need to do?" The horrible stench from the mouth and body invades me like a foreign creature, disgusting me further. I squirm trying to get away but there is no place.

"Maybe you need to be reminded who holds the power." The tattered piece of black cloth is yanked from my body.

I know what is to follow, it happens with every visit and yet it doesn’t make it easy. My thoughts drift to Amaia and how her warm body had snuggled with me.

The excruciating pain of the torture that follows, the impaling, like being invaded with a red-hot iron.

I fixate on the memories of Amaia, my body spasms, my toes and knees scrape against the hard surface of my prison. Fury and loathing well up inside me. My shadows shift, trapped on my body they can’t even escape and strangle my tormentor.

I lose track of reality, I don’t even know if I am conscious or drifting through a current of pure agony and then I just slip under.

When I come to be, I find Amaia sitting outside my cell staring inside at the wrong place. Her eyes keep wavering to every inch of my prison, not stopping at me and I realise she can’t see me anymore.

Her head has been bleeding, I can scent her sweet blood. She has been injured, and the thought causes a different type of agony to me.

The woman who has been bringing her food stands behind her confusedly watching.

Amaia slumps to the ground while her hands clutch the iron bars. The little bracelet I had made with the torn pieces of my robe still remains around her wrist.

"Amaia!" I painfully call her out, but I know it’s no use; she can’t hear me. It has all been on purpose. Her arrival and being able to see me and then not. A different way to torment and torture me, the one I don’t think I can recover from.

"This cell is not used. It has been cordoned off. I should have informed you earlier as well. Why do you keep coming here? There’s nothing here," the woman tells her in a confused voice.

Tears roll down her face as she stares at exactly where I am crumpled on the ground. My body, broken and in pain. Her tears hurt more than my despair and woe.

And then she mouths in barely a whisper. I know she doesn’t want the lady to hear.

"I will return for you."

They are mere words but it’s a whole universe of hope for me not a mere ray. The pain subsides as I focus on her voice and the promise she has made.

"I will wait for you, Amaia," I answer, knowing she can’t hear me but still.

With one final teary glance she struggles getting up and leaves. My breath is stolen when she moves, taking her light and soothing scent away.

Curling up on the ground I try to fight this pain and try not to lose whatever sanity is left in my brain and heart.

I don’t know how much time has passed but she returns. Her scent I am able to pick up even before I see her. My heart blossoms like those white roses I love so much.

To my dismay, she is not alone. There is a boy with her. She comes into view, her beautiful face is grimaced in pain as I know she still can’t see me.

My body reacts to her as it struggles against the chains, trying to reach her.

"Amaia! You came." I murmur but her expressions tell me she still can’t see me.

That breaks me all over again.