Have you ever prayed for death because you can't take the pain any longer? Today I have prayed for death more than a thousand times.
The room was dark with only one bulb hanging above me that lit the room, I was tied on a table facing up I stared into the bulb, my heart thumping in my ribcage. I turned my head to the left and saw a silver tray full of scissors, knives, and some other stuff I don't know. The smell of blood hit my nostril and I followed my nose to the place where the smell was coming from, turning my head in the other direction. What I saw made me want to puke, another tray covered in blood, with a finger, dipped in the blood. He had finished torturing someone hours ago. Why would someone have a torture room in his house?
Zelzovot entered the room with his four guards accompanying him. Walking to the table, He peeled the bandage on my forehead with no mercy. Making my eyes teared up. But he stares at my forehead amazed.
"What happened to your forehead?"
He looked at me and nodded his head motioning to one of his guards to open my mouth. I heaved deeply breathing in fresh air regaining my breath.
"Don't make me repeat myself"
This man has anger issues. I just got my mouth open. Besides don't he have eyes to see the stitches on my forehead himself?
"I hit my head."
"There is no sign of a wound here."
No wound, where do the stitches go? I realized I don't feel any pain in my forehead.
"But I hit my head and have to get it stitched"
"Well, you're about to get yourself stitched again. Hand me the drill"
And one of his guards handed him something like a gun with a long metal attached to its mouth. He's not gonna put the thing in me, is he?
"Please ... No, what did you want from me. I don't have anything of yours"
I shrill seeing the drill near my wounded forehead before another man covered my mouth. I struggle to get free, all I need is to get far away from this room, this house, and this Devil.
I shouted with all the strength I had, feeling the cold metal in my skin going deeper into my skull. I shouted and until no tears came out of my mouth, no voice left in my throat. And no energy in my body. Praying for God in my mind to forgive all sins and take my life. I can't bear the pain anymore.
Every movement sent waves of throbbing pain through my head and chest. It was exhausting and I felt sick, but there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. The pain became disorienting and it started to affect its judgment, but despite this or perhaps due to this I still continued onward. I didn't die yet. For a moment I thought, I can't die now. I have to avenge this one day. I thought of everything I might lose if I could give in to the pain and everything that would come of it.
My mute voice is only a soothing song to that bastard. I can't move an inch, staring into the bulb above me. Blood oozing from my head.
"There's nothing in here"
He removed the cranial drill from my skull. Wiping his hand with a white cloth.
When the drill was out of my head I could feel my cranial bone, flesh, muscle, and skin growing, bit by bit and rearranging themselves back slowly, healing as I've never been scratched there. I tried my hardest to ignore the pain and allow the injuries to heal. But unwilling to keep fighting. My eyes closed after taking in the worried looks in his eyes.
"Father of F**king djinns"
I heard his voice fading, and the sound of him hitting the tray, banging on the floor.
***
I sat on the sofa watching him talking to the old white-haired man he called his father.
"You are not done yet"
The man spoke in a high-pitched voice, getting annoyed, and frustrated, his eye searching the background and finally land on me that was sitting on the comfortable sofa.
"Things got complicated, I-"
The demon prince tried to explain but was cut by his father's angry voice.
"I see what's complicated-"
His father's eyes gazed over at me. And continued.
"Since you've got company. And a GIRL!"
the father's voice rosed, irritated.
"It's not what you think father"
The demon prince tried to explain was now his face is flushed with anger.
"You are never serious when you find a girl. Sometimes I wonder if you are my blood-"
His father continued glaring sharp daggars at me.
"Father, would you please, hear me out, I love girls but there's nothing I'll do with a piece of shi**t like this."
The prince now almost yelled, cutting his dad from his trace of the complaint. making me jump in my seat. His words were like a sword slicing me from the inside. I feel anger builds in me. Piece of shit. How dare he curse me.
"I only bring her here because she's the bitch that my gem got into her head, now I have to look for a way to absorb it out of her."
Another one, I can't take it anymore. This demon man has no right to call me that. And he'll surely pay for that.
"You want to tell me you can't get the piece of gem out of her?"
His father's voice said frustrated, putting one palm on his head.
"Yes, she somehow dissolved it because I can't find any sign of it. Is there any other way of doing it"
The demon prince inquired, looking for a way out?
"There might be, if you are looking for a way out. You would definitely find it in one of the books of the Temple of Yerbuk where all the ancient books are kept."
His father scratched his jaw and his shoulder dropped, losing hope, he continued.
"You've become useless to us without your powers, Zelzovot. A liability for the quest. We can't wait for you any longer. Your brother has already set his army and is ready to set out. I'm afraid I have to send him alone"
"I promise I'll get it there now and get my powers back."
The demon prince confirmed.
"How? You're slower without your powers"
The father uttered getting more annoyed.
"Give me 24hrs and If I'm not back then you can go without me."
The demon prince uttered firmly.
"Don't keep me waiting, I'm a furious man, and I don't want to be kept waiting. Hurry up we need your powers son"
The father insisted.
"I know father, but I'm a man of my words"
The demon prince said and the TV went off with his father turning the sand clock on his table. Muttering a 'clock is ticking.'
The Demon prince kicked the TV down. And walks towards me, and grab me by my neck, his hands tightening every vein in my neck. My face becomes red, suffocating me out of air.
"See what you've done your useless bitch. You take away some of my powers. Now my father thinks I'm useless. You have to pay for this."
I choked with the sob trying to find its way out. I'm out of air. But he doesn't seem to give a damn about it. Angry about him losing some of his powers to me. I didn't ask for it, did I? To be bonded with a prince of demons. But he pulled back swiftly, changing to Mr. Fuoz. Breathing heavily.
"Man of your words I see."
His lips curve up, smirking.
"How can I take my revenge on her if you had her killed"
Mr Selfish brat continued glaring at himself.
"She won't die with my gem dissolving in her, I'm just teaching the bitch a lesson."
The demon spat bitterly.
"Your time is over, hand her over to me"
I look at him switching from the prince to Mr Selfish brat, arguing over who will end my life.
"Things went out of hand, I'm not done yet, by this time tomorrow she will be all yours."
I listened to him switching from Mr Selfish brat and the demon prince, with my hands rubbing my painful neck. Shaking his head and was back to being the demon prince.
"Get your stupid ass moving. We don't have all day."
I followed him like a small girl being forced to go bed early. He promised to find a way to unbound himself from me before his brother left without him. I will be glad, but I hope it doesn't include the use of drills like the last time. I hope all of this ends soon. To start a new life with Luiz and his family. I miss them so much now, that I've been kidnapped. I really need them by my side.