(Rigel)
"Did you find it?" The lanky boy holding the small candle behind her asks.
Did she tell him she had lost something to bring him along?
Who was he to her?
A surge of jealousy passes through me as my body arches against the chains, watching the male with her.
Tears shimmer in her eyes as her slim fingers curl around the iron bars of my prison. Her face is masked by a visceral agony as she is unable to see me anymore.
Words to describe my feelings evade me. I am right in front of her and yet invisible to her. My tormentor keeps finding new ways to torture me and this has to be the worst of them. I do wonder if Amaia has been brought here on purpose to torment me.
A tear slips down her cheeks and it hits me like a wooden stake. Her sweet scent has surrounded me bringing me a semblance of peace.
They are not alone, though. I can decipher another heartbeat. This one is strong, another male is here.
