(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.
