In Control (HIATUS)

Ch 19: Home

Azrael pov:

I've been here for nearly 5 months, the rigorous torture is starting to take its effect on me. My body was beyond weak but I didn't let it show. My mind was starting to slip, I've been here so long I'm starting to think I'm not gonna get out.

He's done plenty to me, his favorite seems to be physically torturing me. Mentally, emotionally, and Sexually doesn't really have the effect that he wants. The sad truth to it all is that it's slowly starting to break me. I just wanted to see my family again.

Bright light fills the room as I slouch against the wall, the chains holding my arms up slightly. Midnight chuckles and walks in with two men besides him. Coming closer to me he takes a flashlight out and flashes my face, hurting my eyes from the intensity.

"I'm losing faith in breaking you Azrael… so I thought I'd be nice for once." He snaps his fingers and the men come forward, latching a collar around my neck and removing my cuffs.

"What are you doing?" I spat at him, angry to not know what's going to happen.

"I'm letting you go of course. I realize that I need to be better prepared to break you so I'll just come back for you later on. Sound good?" He gave an unnerving smile to me, my heart racing at the sight of it.

"What are you playing at?!" I shouted at him, struggling against his guards. He kicked the back of my knee and forced me down to the ground.

"The waiting game Azrael. For now I'll drug you and send you off." Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out a needle with a clear liquid inside.

"Till we meet again." He laughed as he forced my head down, pushing the needle into the back of my neck.

I shouted and struggled, feeling myself quickly start to fall asleep. My vision begins to blur as my body starts to relax. I see him smile down at me before everything goes dark.

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"Azrael…"

I feel bad, my body hurts, thinking even hurts but I can still hear the familiar call of my name. Opening my eyes I see a blurred vision of someone standing above me.

"Azrael, get up." A deep voice says to me. Wiping my eyes I see a familiar person. A rough hand grabs me by the front of my shirt, lifting me up to meet their gaze.

"I. Said. Get. Up." His accent is thick as his anger fuels him. He drops me and let's me hit the ground hard, my body screaming out in further pain.

"S-sorry." I apologize, trying to keep tears from my eyes. He scoffs and kicks me away, turning his back to walk away from me.

"What have I said about tears, Azrael?" He glanced at me over his shoulder. I quickly wipe the ones that fell and stand up, holding my arms at my side stiffly.

"Crying is for the weak..." I keep wiping my face, feeling more tears fall the longer I stay near him. I'm scared. I'm always scared of him.

"Then why do you keep crying?!" He shouted at me, turning to me and grabbing my shirt again.

"I-Im sorry! I'll stop." I grabbed his arms but it didn't stop him. He smacked me across the face before throwing me to the floor.