New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 30:

"Madison," A voice cooed in my ear.

Pain. Pain was all my body felt. My back was aching terribly, sending pain up to my shoulders and down to my tailbone. My arms— I couldn't even feel them. And my legs— it was the same thing.. They were numb, as if they weren't there.

"Oh Madison," It hummed again.

I let out a shaking breath, grumbling softly as my head rolled from side to side. My eyes slowly opened, blinking to focus at my surroundings. I felt them go wide with shock as I took in all the sights around me, and I wished I hadn't opened them. I was in a cave— a massive, red rock cave filled with flames licking at certain spots of the walls.

Candles lined the rest of the walls, emitting enough light to light the entire cavern of terror. The walls were cracked in some spots, pouring out small water falls of lava that fell deep into the cracks of the ground, disappearing out of sight.

My eyes trailed on over to one of the walls, sending panic all through my body as they laid themselves on the weapons. From daggers to swords, the wall was filled with hanging tools of torture that were just screaming my name. I felt a tear slip from my eye, and my ears pricked up at the sound of chains.

Nervously, I tilted my head up just enough to witness the torture I've already been through before. Chains bound my hands up above my head, hooking onto a small metal clip that dug itself in the wall of the cave. I whimpered softly, pulling at the chains with the remaining strength I had.

Nothing would work.

"Ah, you're awake." My head snapped up and I met his cold eyes. Harry grinned, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He took a long drag, letting the smoke roll from his devilish grin as he added, "Thank god you woke up by yourself."

"What the hell is this..." I breathed out.

"This, darling, is the only way you'll actually obey me," He said, his voice thick with lust. His eyes showed no mercy, and his lips curved into a sly fox smile. He flicked off the ash from his cigarette.

"What the.. Hell do you.. Want..?"

"You know all too well what I want my darling. I want power, I want you, and of course," Harry extended his arm out, pointing his cigarette off just beside me as he went on, "I want him dead."

I swallowed hard and slowly turned my head. My heart got lodged deep in my throat, and I almost choked at the sight. I couldn't look at him— his body hung from the wall just like mine did, although his was much weaker. His chest was bare, for his shirt was torn into shreds off in front of him, and his skinny jeans were ripped all around, showing new wounds that took much longer time healing than before.

I watched as his chest rose and fell slowly, and with all of his strength, Andy managed to lift his head up just enough to give a weak smile. I let a tear fall, my eyes fixed on his ribs that his skin now clung to tightly, showing every bone. He looked so weak, so fragile— so dead.

"Andy," I choked out.

"I'm okay.." Andy whispered softly, his eyelids fluttering open and closed. My heart broke at the sight of him. Harry snickered to himself, walking up to Andy.

"Don't hurt him," I said in tears.

He gave me a grin, and I cried out as I watched him slap Andy across the face, no mercy at all. He held nothing back. Andy's head fell to the side, and when he picked it up again, his head was knocked right back down as Harry slapped him again. "Not so tough now, huh?"

Andy growled, but said nothing.

"Stop!" I cried out angrily. Harry glared at me, giving another smile as he strolled over to me. I wriggled around, wishing to break free as he approached me. "Silly little girl. You actually think that hurts?"