Restless In Reuniting (Boyxboy)

Prologue

Nikolai's POV

Eyes slowly fluttered open from a dream that I truly wished could be reality as I took in my surroundings. Cold, rusty metal encased my wrists and ankles from being able to move a single muscle. Bare feet were disgustingly in contact with the cold, concrete floor that held scattered puddles here and there.

Water.

I need water.

I tried to swallow whatever saliva I could salvage from my mouth but all that was felt were the dry walls of my throat in pain. With lack of water, came dehydration and exhaustion, which then came a defenseless Fae against all odds. Here I stood, chained to a wall, due to a punishment.

"Mate. There you are, I was looking for you. Ready to start behaving for you survival?" The vile voice spoke to me as I heard the clinking noise of the cage door open with a pair of keys.

I refused to raise my head to acknowledge this beast, so I kept my head down and tried to prevent my angry and emotionally induced tears that were threatening to come to reality. Footsteps were heard, one especially making a point to step into one of the puddles, therefore splashing half of my body in sewer water.

"I am talking to you, you hear me?"

His rough hand trapped my chin in his hold as he yanked my head up so I was forced to see eye to eye with my captor. In instinct, I flinched and tried my best to recover but he noticed.

"I know you're frightened of me. Just submit and you could have the world."

Nothing.

I said nothing.

And if there was one thing that he hated more than not having submission was ignorance.

With another yank, he stepped away and my head remained bowing down as before. Within a few minutes, he appeared once again with his favorite toy and my worst nightmare. I was positioned in a way that the front of my body was touching the wall and my back was turned to him. My back was bare now as he ripped my shirt off. Now, I had no upper clothing. I had not changed clothing since I have been put here so my shirt and pants had been torn and destroyed.

I anticipate but it never really helps.

I braced myself for the agonizing sensation of the pure leather lashing down my once porcelain and fair back.

I tell myself not to beg for forgiveness.

I consider myself lucky if some of the imprints are on other body parts other than my back, like my bottom and legs. It varies where the pain is, instead of having one specific location where I can feel like being torn in half.

When it is finally over and he leaves, I sink to the ground and hug my knees to my chest. When I know that he is far enough from my holding cell to hear my sobs of defeat, I howl in pain and misery.

Soon enough, I cry myself to sleep and awake the next day to repeat the same process over again.

xXx

[A/N]: I decided to write a prologue in this book to try to portray the circumstances of the main character and hopefully get across that he will be a hard wall to break down throughout the plot line. Please comment on what you think. Thank you.

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