TORTURE

In a cold room where no window existed, not even a small hole. The walls were tightly packed with cement, making the temperature inside the room worse. Completely torn off from the outside world, tangled in chains that were highly coated with a forbidden spell.

A lamp was hanging up in the corner, the yellow flames within it were enough to show a silhouette standing in the middle of the cold room. Chains tightly tangled around her wrists, the room was so cold and silent, even the blood drops falling from her wrists on the cold ground made a clear sound.

The person standing in between the room, tightly held down by chains with spells was no one other than a woman. Her silhouette was at least 167 cm long. Her white robe was drenched in blood, some blood stains were dry and some were newly formed. Her mouth was tightly shut by one of the spells, trailing her off from casting her magic.

As if this wasn't enough to stop her from escaping, both of her index fingers were fractured, trailing her off once again from using any of her spells. Notwithstanding, she tried to cast a spell but failed miserably due to her lack of stamina.

But still stood as if she hadn't been ruthlessly tortured for a week straight now. Her posture was straight, her expression was stern and her eyes were cold. Not a hint of tear or pain within those green eyes.

Her long, brown, and thick hair was draping down on her shoulders like a curtain, and some were resting on her back, somehow giving her a little warmth. Her face hung low as she pondered over the barbarous being who caught her.

She slightly raised her eyes once she heard footsteps coming towards the room. The surroundings were so calm, the footsteps were even louder as if the person was walking in anger. In no time, the door flung open by a strong kick, half hanging by the strings for its dear life.

She did not flinch.

She was one of the masters of the Front Liberation sect, she couldn’t bear to be scared.

She lowered her gaze, not wanting to see the person before her. The man standing in front of her was almost 195 cm tall, and he had such pale skin...it was so pale, you can even spot him in the darkest of the dark room because of his pale skin. After all, he was the head of the linya call and that bloodline was colder than ice and that radiated in their skins.. He easily overshadowed her silhouette with his.

She dared to look up right into his eyes.

The man was breathtakingly handsome, he was tall and had pale skin. His hair was dark black and long till his waist, they were slightly wavy. His eyebrows were sharp like blades, they were thick and black going well with his pale skin. His eyelashes were thick and long too and his eyes were so black and deep, they were so cold, she could hear screams of those who he killed brutally in the depth of his dark black orbs.

His nose was thin and sleek, and his lips were thin and long but even after all these godly features, he possessed the personality of a devil. In the eyes of the people, he was nothing but a monster seeking another monster. Trampling people's life, trampling clans and sects just to bring someone like himself back to life.

He wore a black robe with a black leather belt around his strong slender waist. He wore long black shoes just like her. They were ending right below their knees. A black wolf's fur scarf was resting on his broad shoulders and his lapel had golden embroidery on it.

She never pitied herself, no matter what she went through...but one thing made her pity herself. She engraved his flame tattoo between her chest and he engraved her flame tattoo on his right arm. Their souls were tangled but none of them cared.

They were going against fate.

"Even after all this I still see no reaction on your face. I must say...prison taught you some good life lessons." He said, his dark black eyes feasting on her from head to toe. He took a step closer to her, they had an arm gap between them. This was the first time he himself showed up after she was caught. The first time, she had a very close look at him. Before that, it was either his men torturing her for answers or some delicate maidens with food that almost tasted like a gutter.

"You bear no feminine behavior. No delicacy at all...even after being from such a gentle clan." He said he had seven percent coldness in his eyes and three percent anger and that too was like an open book for her. She knew him yet he was unknown to her.

"What a crappy match God has made. You see I'm into a woman who is delicate, soft, and extremely beautiful. The one who trembles beneath me even when I just look at them. That makes me look more powerful." He said and she scoffed. Finally looking up into his eyes.

She was not delicate, she was not soft. She did not tremble beneath his gaze; instead, she passed him a cold, icy look with a stern face.

She was his soulmate, downright opposite to his taste as per his words but…"Your taste has changed…I see.’ She thought.

Her scoff was enough to mock him, the side of his lips twitched and he did not remove the spell from her lips.

"No matter what I did, you still did not speak. Tell me should I pull out that tongue of yours? After all, your magic all relies on your voice." He said, threatening her, wanting to see a reaction from her but she stood unfazed. Coldly staring into his soul.

"Should I cut your already broken figure so that you won't be able to use any of your spells anymore? They are useless anyway." He said, staring down at her as if she was a peasant. She never cursed her fate for her hard life but she did when she suddenly engraved his tattoo on her chest.

But still did not waver.

Seeing her unfazed, his jaw clenched in anger. His seven percent cold turned into seven percent anger and three percent anger turned into three percent hatred.

His eyes suddenly caught fresh blood trailing down her cheek from the fresh beat she got an hour ago.

Such satisfaction he got whenever he saw blood. He raised his long and pale hand, it was so pale his veins beneath the skin could be seen easily. Without a second thought, an idea crossed his mind and he decided to touch her even though he had no desire to or so he thought.

He brought his hand closer to her face and caressed the blood trailing down her cheek. After everything he had heard about her, how holy she was, how chaste she was from her sect mates...he wanted to test something. His wicked intention always gets others and sometimes himself too.

As soon as his warm hand came in contact with her cold cheek. Her eyes slightly widened in anger and she pulled away as if burnt by his touch. The loud noise of chains suddenly echoed in the deadly silent room. She abruptly stepped back and rubbed her cheek on her shoulder aggressively before passing him a disgusting look, her eyes were red as if angry.

He could not help but stare at her...the corner of his lips slightly curved up once his black cold orbs got buried into her green ones. Those green orbs held anger and disgust in them.

She was acting like she was robbed off of her chastity in front of the whole crowd. She was acting like he never touched her before, never felt her before. How could she be so unbothered after ruining him like that?

"I see..." He whispered under his breath. Nothing made her react but his slightest touch.

He felt sudden excitement...after all, he loved pain and loved to see people in pain. Since nothing made her answer...his touch would.

As if he forgot...if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and would attain the world in the future. He removed the spell from her lips, wanting to hear what she had to say for herself.

"Don't touch me." She said in a warning tone and glared at him. Ever since he caught her, his men have been asking her queries about the stones. Whether she delivered the stones to her clan or sect. She dared not speak a word.

"Where is the boy?" She asked, her voice slightly wavering. "Oh, that young lad. I sent him back to Marco. Since I didn't give Marco his wedding present, I send him, his student back...all alive as a blessing." He said his tone was calm but a little mocking.

"You're sick in the mind." She said and he smiled. "I am." He said, agreeing with her remark for him. "And whose fault is that?" He asked, stepping forward, raiding her personal space to the point there was no way she could move further back. With her bad condition, she could only hold on for a little while in front of him.

She paused, not knowing what to say.

Lowering her gaze, she stared at his lapel.

"Why did you pretend that you don't remember me?" She asked, still staring at his lapel. "I never pretended, I was waiting for the right moment to catch you, since it wasn't coming I arranged the right moment myself. Isn't it quite fascinating?" He asked and her jaw twitched in anger.

If she got out alive, she would start a war against Linya and now all the Sects and Clan would be with her. Why? Because he killed their important people in the Shu Clan. They would not stay still. If one raised his hand for revenge others would not think twice as well.

But only if...he ever let her go.

"You were aware of me being your soulmate all this time?" She asked and the side of his lip slightly rose. "Yes." He said and she finally looked up into his black orbs.

"You knew everything...yet pretended just to catch me. Is that your true motive?" She asked, not knowing she was being set up by him. Going back to the rooftop of the dark manor her disciples saved her and he saw all of them. Shu Clan water barrier and Syloson red hair, all of the mixtures don't belong to a clan but a Sect. Just what was he setting her up for?

She wasn't aware of anything...and missed the rooftop occasion.

"My true motive is to ruin you, soulmate.’’ He said,