Chapter Eight

The place is cold and dark. The smell of metal as well as the mixture of blood, urine and other gruesome substances is suffocating the already thin air he could breathe. His body aches all over. From the tips of his hair to the nails of his toes. His arms are already numb for carrying his weight through the shackles that bind him. He's not even sure if his arms and hand are still there. He is too weak than even breathing feels like a torture.

Through his blurred vision he could only see faint figures of what seems to be lightened candles forming circles surrounding him and a group of dark figures around it. He's sure they are people in cloak. Judging the way things are arranged, they are going to perform a ceremony.

He's already vomiting blood. He felt so helpless. Desperation and fear is starting to consume him along with the pain that his body is currently in numbing his brain and clouding his judgement. Every single part of his being aches. So much so that even his tears refuse to flow out. With all the knowledge he has, he knows very well that this is a dead end. He had done everything he could and at this point, only a miracle can save him now. He hated it.

He tried to open his eyes to see clearly. Maybe it's not too late. Maybe he can still find a way using the remaining energy he has left. Then he saw one of the people in a cloak approach him with a dagger in his hand. The person ripped off his already ruined robe exposing his chest. The sound of his robe being destroyed echoed in the place making him wince. He let out a loud grunt in agony as he felt his arms being pulled in the process.

The person drew the dagger closer to the center of his chest. He felt the cold knife on his chest as a pull of blood flows on his skin and the person draws symbols on his body. This followed by the haunting chants coming from the others that surrounded him. Almost immediately felt an excruciating pain from within him. He could feel as if his soul were being torn apart bits by bits. His body convulse and a piercing cry came out of his lips.

*Wolfram Von Bielefeld*

"Yuuri!" The blonde prince shakes his fiance in hopes to wake him up. "Yuuri wake up!" He tried again but the double black teen did not respond. The young king's eyes were tightly shut. He is groaning in his sleep, pacing his head from left to right and he is sweating bullets. Clearly the wimp is having a very bad dream.

'Again?'

Lately he noticed that Yuuri is having trouble sleeping at night. He sometimes wakes up alone in bed and finds the young king standing beside the window looking outside as if his mind is somewhere else. There are times when he is woken up in the middle of the night by his fiance whimpering in his sleep having a nightmare.

This time it seems the double black king is having it worse. He's practically crying in agony. Like the young king is being tortured in his sleep.

"No.. Please." Yuuri's body is so tense and starts trembling.

"Yuuri what's wrong?" the Prince tried to call him again, shaking him harder. "Yuuri!"

"No! Please… AHHHHH!!!"

The blonde's eyes widened in shock and panic as The double black teen let out a loud and piercing scream and his body started to convulse uncontrollably.

"Yuuri!" He shook his fiance harder. Having no other choice, he raised his hand. "Wake up! Damn it!" Then a loud sound of his hand hitting Yuuri's cheeks echoes in the air.

The method seems to work. The young king jolted out from his sleep. Yuuri, who now woke up, was dripping with sweat, panting as if he ran a mile and had this horrified look on his face.

"Yuuri," he called his fiance's name for the sixth time.

"W-Wolf…" The double black looked at him with wide eyes. "Wolf it's you." Fear and relief were written on his face.

The blonde reached to his fear stricken fiance. "Hush...It's ok now. It's okay." pulled him into his arms.

The young king held him back so tight. He clings to him like he's holding on for dear life, still shaking.

"Heika!" the door burst open. Revealing Conrat with his sword on his hand.

"It's ok. You can keep your sword down." Wolfram says as he is still holding Yuuri trying to calm him down.

"What happened?" Conrart gaze landed at the double black teen that is currently in his brother's arm. The young king is hugging his brother back. It would have been a heartwarming scene if not with the king's destressing appearance.

Wolfram only shook his head as an answer. "He had another bad dream again. He had it worse this time." Distress is evident in the blonde's voice. "Aniue, I'm afraid it would have turned bad if I didn't manage to wake him up."

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