had left him and one that felt like I was breathing in razor blades at seeing him that way. He was still chained by eight different points that connected his body to the walls. This was of course so he was unable to create a portal and escape, although admittedly, I almost wish that he would, just to save me the pain of what I knew was coming.
This was when I raked a frustrated hand through my hair and admitted,
“I feel like shit.” This of course made him laugh before commenting,
“Well, I would offer you a drink but as you can see, my hands are tied.”
“And you are out of whisky,” I replied, making him laugh before looking around the room and saying,
“Yes, well, I suppose we are the only ones to blame for the shit amenities this place has to offer… I am dying for a piss!” I laughed at that and shook my head as if trying to rid myself the guilt I had no reason yet to feel but fucking did… because well, this was Hell, and I wasn’t ruling in it at the moment, I was just fucking living it!
Of course, it did ease my suffering somewhat when seeing that despite all the torture he had received by my hand, he still looked as if there was not a single wound on him. Lucky bastard, as only the evidence of a single hit was of the blood that I had spilled in dishing them out.
“I take it no word of your Electus returning?” he asked me then with all seriousness and I frowned before enquiring with suspicion,
“You sound as though you are waiting for it so she may save the fucking day.” At this he tried to shrug his shoulders but forgot that he was tethered to the walls and had very little in the way of movement.
“Just a feeling that she will be the key to ending this madness of yours, that’s all,” he said, making me force down my anger and try to keep my cool. Something that seemed fucking laughable these days, for my soul couldn’t have gotten any darker.
“I spent the night looking for any shred of evidence that suggests you're innocent,” I told him, for I had, which meant I only had one thing left to go on, hence why I was there now.
“Oh, and how nice for you to come all this way down here yourself to tell me that you found some and how now you have come to your fucking senses and are going to let me go!” my brother quipped angrily.
“Not exactly,” I replied keeping my calm… for now.
“No, I didn't think so,” he agreed as if he had been expecting this and I didn't know what made me more frustrated, that he had given up all the possibility of his innocence being discovered or that he knew there was no evidence to be found at all. That I had been on a fool’s errand all this time.
“So, you are down here to tell me that my time is up, is that it?” he asked, for he had little in the way of gauging time down here.
“I want to know why?” I asked, feeling the increasing weight against my chest like a fucking blacksmith’s anvil had been placed there.
“This again,” he muttered.
“I want to know why you betrayed me!” I snapped, being driven by his blasé response.
“That's hard to say considering I didn't,” he stated, lifting his head up now to scowl at me, with those olive-green eyes of his glowing a deeper shade of amber as if the fire in his heart was burning brighter. He was also minus clothing on his torso, long ago been torn off to inflict more pain on his vessel’s skin. Not that it had made much difference, as he was one hard bastard to crack!
No, in fact, most of the time I just believed he had enjoyed the pain for he would often laugh and ask me if that was all I had. Infuriating fucker! He had me even questioning at times if I had in fact lost my edge, becoming soft thanks to time spent with my Chosen One, where the only pain I sought to inflict was the kind married with pleasure.
I snarled at the memory and roared at him,
“You had everything! You ran my entire Kingdom for fuck sake! What more could you want, Dariush, was it power? Was it to make sure that I didn't decide