Soul Ties

Chapter 58 [ My life is yours ]

Ezekial 18:32

For I have no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the Lord God; so turn, and live

Roman
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Im alive.

Am i alive? Or is this what heaven is supposed to be like, I can't see anyone but darkness. I can't hear anything but my own deafening breaths.

I try to turn my head in different directions, to see if this is what the other side of death is truly like. If maybe all that every religion had assumed was a lie in the end.

Nothing. Confusion warps my mind uncontrollably, where am i? What is this? And how do i get out. Im about to lose my mind when i hear the sound of mumbling voices in the background.

Voices... i am alive! Panic runs through my veins not even allowing me enough of a chance to calm myself down with a deep breath. I only remember that i have hands when they begin to sweat behind me, my body shaking like a mad man almost about to scream for help when i realise I'm in my conscious mind.

My panic is balanced out by the thought of my breath of air, her name is ziana. If im alive it means there's still a chance, there's still a chance for me to be with her.

In an instant all of the pain that i was once numb to rushes to my body. I feel every sting, every hurt, every bitter sensation. Starting from my head to the bottom of my feet.

The stench of strong whiskey is overpowered by the smell of Cigarettes that wakes up my nose in the most unpleasant way.

My hands burn mercilessly behind my back from what feels like a rugged rope with all types of prickles that stab at my wrists. my body sinking on this rough wooden chair they sat me on. It doesn't take long for me to realise I'm tied up. I didn't die... they knocked me out so they could tie me up.

What could they want from me? Why do they not just kill me already!

A cold breeze blows heavily against my roasting hot skin, only making it all worse. I can't see a single thing but i can feel everything, an unimaginable type of torture.

The voices get closer, either that or I'm just getting my ability to hear back. Sounds of mutterings in Spanish amongst men. The tones of older men become louder. heavy footsteps following it.

Even with my sight robbed from me i can feel the ruthless presence of el reyes de la sangre standing in front of me. My breaths pick up with a grunt when a tough hand slaps my masked face.

"Se acabó el tiempo de dormir bastardo" {Sleepy time is over Bastard} A raspy voice threatens through gritted teeth pulling back on my mask.

My eyes are pierced by the blinding day light that wakes my eyes up. I blink repeatedly my eyes refusing to want to see the light.

It looks like they got me in some type of dark warehouse, there's nothing in sight but 4 dark grey solid walls and an ever darker concrete floor. The room is as cold as it's mood and the 3 figures that stand at a distance from me.

When my blurry vision finally settles it lands on the tall tan skinned elder. His silver foxed perm curled backwards on his head, his receding hairline showing evidently.