Chapter 212 Ira's Data(2)

A frigid cold filled the core of my flesh and bones. Naked and exhausted, the only thing I could do was to shiver.

My entire body shivered and most probably even if I were to cover myself with a blanket I would continue to shiver uncontrollably, every single second I am reminded of the cold that is permeating my body and it does not help that I was just given for a moment that so craved warmth and to be quickly deprived of it.

It's unbearable. To the point that I would rather perish but even moving my hands is an ardous activity.

So cold. I've been freezing for what it seems an eternity and yet my body does not show any signs of deterioration whatsoever.

Ira...please! I beg you, haaah.

I used what little of my strength was left before to call Ira but maybe I should've not done that.

Ah, already know that she won't do such thing otherwise she would have not done this in the first place, she's that kind of person, a really stubborn one when given the circumstances.

I can already picture what's in for me for the next days or months. My mind slowly crumbling until I am broken enough to satisfy Ira and release me from here.

She'll most probably do that. Yes, that. Give the starving beggar enough food everyday to live but not enough to taste something or feel that they've been fed something and in days the beggar will be expecting you to give him the daily food, and if the beggar were to complain then you just stop giving him food, the beggar is likely to properly know his place and not complain even if you do not give him his food for a day.

I was given for the first time the things I wanted the most since I was put in this place and I cannot but help to think when is Ira going to return, or think if she just wanted to give me a false hope in thinking that she'll return.

Isn't she that devious? She came up many times with devious ways to make me behave but this is that first time that she came up with something as devious as this or at least how severely devious compared to the other times.

Ah...I cannot even think properly now with the state I am in.

Deva closed her eyes in attempt to ignore the frigid cold and the exhausted body but doing that only helped in worsening the situation so the only thing Deva could do was to gaze at the freezing abyss slowly waiting for her mind to break.

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"A-aah...Ira..."

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"Ira, please...It was my fault so...please!"

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"Ira. Ira. Ira. Mmm."

"That's right, I'm here."

"...! Yes!"

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It was maybe the eleventh time that Ira visited the prison she made herself to 'discipline' Deva.

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And laying in the cold ground gazing at her with blank eyes was Deva. The process took long enough for Ira to notice the slight changes of Deva everytime she visited her.

And this time, Ira could see the total void of in Deva's eyes that did not react even with her appearance. Ira stood there, frozen at the sight as realization hit her.

She crushed her. She has broken her beyond what she wanted, so immersed at the ecstasy of sadism that she couldn't stop.

Yet, paradoxically, in those empty eyes something gushed out. Tears rapidly flowed out and something that should've not be in those eyes flashed.

The memories of her but at the same time of a different Ira.

The same sapphire given to her at her wedding yet not the same.

Vows and promises.

Nights filled with restraints.

"D-Dev-!"

A rotten relationship between the two. Between the two wives and the others. That hidden anger towards Deva who constantly threw her body and mind to experience many and new things and oftentimes leaving them, leaving her behind. No amount of soothing or time spent can make that anger disappear completely.

They were broken things. No matter how you fix something that can compare to a new one, it is undeniable that broken things remain broken and tends to break more than a new one. The most broken of all was Deva, not because of circumstances but because she chose to.

No matter how many times Deva used potions or magic to restore her mind after some intense sessions or experiences she remains the most broken of all.

That pent-up anger will most likely to erupt at a certain point with how Deva is behaving. There might be understanding, there might be some acceptance in the beginning but there won't be total acceptance to that.

They were fucked up. From the myriads of types of love what came out was this. A disgusting yet fascinating writhing mass of fucked up love. That sweet love became something so sweetly insane and scary.

Ira shouted for Deva to wake up but before her voice could reach her she vanished like ashes being scattered by wind and together with her the memories of the Ira outside.

As the tears poured out, everything in that dream slowly vanished as if someone with a rubber cancelled the drawings they just made in the white paper to then immediately draw something new.

Together with the second dream the memories of a certain person vanished.

And as the third dream was starting to take shape, Core was combing Deva's long hair with a small smile in her face. The atmosphere was peacefully quiet with the only sound of Core humming. When tears suddenly appeared on Deva's face Core immediately stopped combing her hair and wiped those tears with a tissue.

"Soon, Deva. Soon."

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