chapter 32

(32)

Suddenly all the air robbed out of my lungs as I was struck with familiar pain lacing each inches of my body. My heart-beat pounding in white noise was the only thing indicating I'm still...alive.

I can't see. I can't hear. I can't speak.

I could feel the blindfold secured over my eyes. I couldn't make any sounds past the particular increasing heartbeat of my own. I could feel the aching gag and the unfamiliar strap against my face, muffling over my mouth.

What the hell happened? Didn't I fall? I vaguely remembered that look of pure fear in Damien's eyes as he figured that his hand actually didn't quite reach me. In fact, I remembered that feeling... Calm. Yet confused.

I choked on my own spit when a voice that was too close too suddenly spoke, "How are you feeling?"

The piece in my mouth entirely rendered the useless words as I frantically tried to figure out if I was really dead. Was I in shock? The feeling of eyeballs moving was too real, the excruciating pain was too practical. Who? Who is it? Who was talking?

The piece covering my eyes were tugged off as I tried to adjust my eyes to the sudden light.

Grey eyes.

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Daniel Martin's POV ( Damien's twin brother)

I sighed a breath of relief at the change of the girl's breathing pattern because things had been building to this crescendos for awhile. It has been one ..no.. two years almost.

Things had been building and restarting the whole procedure at the same time.

Fair to the point, it had been from the smooth beginning of a childlike wish being fulfilled by that tense passion heat of a power imbalanced relationship.

Pushed to breaking and soon will...shatter.

"How are you feeling?" I sighed again at the sound of muffled voices. The events must have scared her somewhat.

I tugged off the blindfold and greeted by the fluttering of moist brown eyes. Only if those were ... something green- no. 'She's not her. And no. I don't give a damn knowing too well this is a literal declaration of war. The one I'm searching for is gone...'

" I'll take the gag off, and you're not to scream unless you want to alert my brother that you're awake, do you understand? " I explained the condition, considering her unstable state after near death experience.

I ignored the ache in my palms as I eyed the too tight strap marks on the soft skin being pinched. Except the eyes...even the defined cupid bow of lips- no. No!

" Do you remember what happened? " I grabbed her chin to tilt her head up so I could see in fact this girl..this prisoner of my brother was not ' HER '

The gradual blinking turned into a hard edge glare.

There was it.

I wanted to see her spark, to know what it looked like, so that when the circumstances crushed the rebellion out of her, I would see it in her eyes.

An expectation of something coming out of this interaction of going against the rules was apparent, even if I actually had no way to define the feeling, but it came in a way I least expected.

Despite the lack of violence in the motion, such reaction was expected of her.

Still sparks of rebellion swirling in depths of the grimness of determination. She remained silent, suspicion clear in her widened eyes.

" I'll ask again. Do you remember what happened? If yes, good. If not, I'm afraid I'm not in the place to tell you just that. "

Again I ignored the ghosty feeling of running the pad of my thumb over the flushed lips, tracing along the features.

'She had every intention of surviving the entirety. Fire, practicality, and hope blended together. She would be difficult to break. So familiar yet so distant.'

After another moment, I released her and stood back up. " I'm not in any position to sympathize you if you ever wonder why, " I queried as I turned my back on her and reached for the syringe on the table.

'just like my brother...no... it's fate. The history is repeating itself in the hands of the unfortunate. Really.. twins are bad luck.'

With a few coughs and sharp intake of breath, a whisper break through my thoughts. " Water, ple-ase,"

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I realised I spaced out a bit as I grabbed the long forgotten pill with the glass of water. I turned to her with a grin, " there they always say the younger twins are evil, really now?"

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Vivan Kieran

The twin kept coming up with occasional questions and some skittles of muffled thoughts.

I could hear him very well but my mind was practically searing with unconcealed rage as I watched his expressions. Why? Maybe because if I were to do that to the other twin, I wouldn't be off the hook with this same glint of excitement in such pair of grey eyes, and faint touches on my face.

Maybe because I anticipated the nonexistent future I had imagined for myself when I learnt I might've actually died.

Maybe because I felt this little act of rebellion wouldn't have consequences?

I watched him turn away from me, and throw his head back in the same posture Damien sometimes does when he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. It had only been a few times I had seen the posture because Damien had always been extra careful when he didn't want me to wake up from him leaving the bed.

And although rarely, sometimes it led to the soft tuggings to wake me up and pull me onto his lap only to marr my skin with his teeth until I was a sobbing mess, begging him to let me sleep.

I kept my eyes on Daniel's back as I struggled wiggle my body even a bit.

I was restraint. I couldn't move..at all.

I struggled to get my throat working,

"Water, ple-ase,"

I cringed at the grin he gave when he turned around. Suddenly I felt my heart trembling at the reality I was in. The reality that Damien would barge though any door anyhow right now or later.

" there they always say the younger twins are evil, really now?"

Younger?

Another unsolicited information? I guess...

The sound of footsteps echoing through the dungeon hallways had me rolling my eyes backwards, the noise too traumatic to actually get myself to accept that I actually didn't die and in fact, the very last second I thought I was going to die, ...I regretted it...I want to live.

I actually didn't want to die. Maybe it wasn't so bad that I was the one who was fking up everything in my head? Couldn't I just actually get used to being pushed around and manhandled??

The door swung open and my breath hitched at the smell of whisky and colonge hit the room in full wave. 'This is bad. Drunk Damien is another level of unpredictable shIt.'

My body acted as if on autopilot as I tried to remain calm but to no avail as I couldn't contain the terrified sobs at the feeling of a body hovering over mine.

There it was. Grey eyes.

bored into mine. Those were almost shining in dim light. Those were his tears?

I flinched at his hand but it was a glass he was holding. He held the glass to his mouth and shot up. He didn't gulp down but instead he forcefully connected his mouth to my own and passed the fluids right into mine.  I could feel the fluid spilling down out of my mouth rolling down my neck as I tried not to swallow too much.

The furious yanking my hair had me whimpering. I had to gulp the liquid. But not for long, I puked back all way out.

I glared at him with so much hatred and yet this much dread and fear for him... from the bottom of my heart. He cocked his head sideways in a psychotic way making my stomach twisted in dread.

What the heck he was planning?

"You need to drink this," he slurred rubbing the glass against my cheek.

I breathed in and out slowly. 'Don't provoke him.'

" Why would I need to drink this?" I countered as I watched his expressions.

He grinned at me. Pure evil.

" I don't want to," I shattered with fear.

But his face suddenly fell. It didn't matter I realised the look of determination for whatever the sick plan he had up his sleeves.

He pulled out a sliver little knife from his pocket.

This was too soon... this was too soon.

He placed that shiny thing over my uninjured thigh and held the glass against my lips again.

" Why?" I asked reluctantly. A thing or two I had learnt it was never wise to deliberately try to give him silent treatment. Because I had dealt with those eyes glazing over listening to whatever imaginary voices he had back there.

He got up and come back with another mouthful again to force the burning, bitter, unpleasant liquid into my throat.

Of course, he successfully made it. When I was about to puke he shut my mouth with his hand shushing me to calm and gulp down like ' a good girl.'

I was feeling light-headed and hiccuped a few times. " Why?" I slurred out.

"Because of this," his voice so low and the next thing I knew was a sharp pain over my thigh.  He was cutting my flesh with that damn knife. I screamed at top of my lungs.

He laughed like a maniac and roughly shoved something into my flesh.

I was struggling like a wild animal while trying not to black out. He would kîll me..he actually would because..

"Ughhhhh!!!!!!" I screamed out as he poured down the remaining whiskey over my thigh.

.. because he was the one who pushed me off in the first place...

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Note : sorry for the late update, I actually lost track of time after going on hiking trip with my friends. I'll be back on with another one as soon as I can.

Anime update- I've finished Hunterxhunter , damn that anime is almost top tier with AOT, I loved every single character of it.