Their Olive Tree (MxM Poly Romance) | Completed

Chapter 25

"Stop or you will not see your mother again."

I hummed and tapped my lips. "Well, I didn't really expect to see her here in the first place. You creeps have done well in keeping her hidden for over two decades."

I could tell Anax was barely containing his anger, which made me grin. He clicked his tongue and motioned for Buff Lady to bind my limbs again in order to be taken to what I called the "Blood Room."

Since my capture, I have been trying to figure out how long my mother and I have been together. It's so hard because meals are given at random times and sometimes we only have one meal in a period of a "day." It's dark and we never see sunshine, so we're given supplements and nutritious food to keep us fairly healthy and alive.

I'm probably wrong, but it seems like we (my mother and I) have our blood drawn three times a week. It's a sordid affair for us, especially when we have no idea what's being done with the eighteen small vials being taken at each session. Carmela looks so sad every time the needle is slid into my arm in order to draw blood, but I felt the same way knowing her life has been taken away from her for no given reason.

As I promised myself, I've been raising my own form of hell for these cult followers over what I believe have been the past few weeks. I talk back a lot with personal jabs from what I've observed of these bastards who literally keep watch over me day and night, regardless of where I am or what I'm doing.

The only time Carmela and I have together is when we are left alone for a while after the blood draws. It's probably only a few hours max before we're separated and taken to our rooms on opposite sides of this massive concrete prison.

The other annoyances that I have caused include: making my captors trip or stumble if they walk near or in front of me, refusing supplements (not food), purposefully singing tone-deaf, yanking hair, and even pulling down some followers' pants. Because of my existence as a menace to their society, my wrists and ankles are always bound when being moved to different locations.

When I pulled off Anax's special robes, I was denied food for what felt like a couple days. My mother wasn't allowed to feed me either. I didn't like that, so I chose to annoy the leader in other ways. Eventually, I was even gagged while in the shower so that I wouldn't burst the cult members' eardrums with the echoes of my distinctly awful voice in the showering room.

"I have had it!" shouted Anax, so I grinned at him as he threw off his mask after bringing me back to my room. "You are your own separate tree, I understand, but you are unlike your origin."

"Of course, Anax. I wouldn't be Carmela's son if I was completely identical to her." I replied, leaning back on the cushions.

He inhaled deeply and growled, "I know what you're doing, sacred tree. You are like your origin in this area, but you will not gain a victory over me."

I hummed again. "Was this a fight? I'm pretty sure what I've been doing is just a petty form of revenge for having uprooted me from my home."

Anax stepped closer to me and got close to my face, his dark eyes looking more like black circles of the void staring into my own. I felt weirdly scared as he continued to stare at me. I could reach out and punch him, but my body wouldn't move. Anax smirked and suddenly grabbed my jaw, so I flinched and he chuckled darkly.

"You're right, Oliver. These are all very petty annoyances you've caused. You are capable of so much more."

"More of what?" I asked, although my voice was a bit garbled and muffled from the way he was gripping my face.

Anax was the one to hum this time, then he chuckled again. "Perhaps, the sacred mother tree needs to return to the land and you can take her place until we find the next sacred sapling."