Engaged to a Ghost [boyxboy]

Chapter 17

This song I thought kind of represents Alex and Donovan, but also kind of Richard and Edward. Now don't get me wrong, I love love love my queen Amy Lee. This is a bxb story, so I thought a male cover would be appropriate, so I hope you enjoy it.

Also, I just posted the prologue to a new story c: go and tell me what you guys think!

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Chapter 17

(Donovan's POV)

I tried to open my eyes, but my lids feel like they're made of lead. I can't move any part of my body without struggle. I basically feel like a sack of flour that's chained to a damp, freezing cold wall. Shivers racked up and down my body until I just felt achy and hollow. Whoever brought me here took my clothes (except for boxer briefs), so whenever I can barely open my eyes, I just see the bright white skin of my legs against dark stone. My arms are in iron shackles, high above my head like a crucifixion, but I'm sitting on the floor.

The sound of water dripping sounded from my left and it lightly splashed my bare legs, making me feel even more frozen and miserable.

Where am I?

I tried to rack through my memory of how I ended up like this, but the only thing I can remember is sitting down and having a picnic with Richard. My head throbbed and I couldn't even hold it up and just hung it limply.

I've been awake for probably a couple hours now and initially I was trying to panic and break free, but didn't have enough energy for that to last long. 

My damp hair stuck to my face and a few frozen droplets of water ran down my back, making me violently shiver again. I pulled at my chains a couple times again when I started to not feel like a rock, but they were too tight for me to slip and trying to break the chain just made my shoulders crack and cry in protest. I hissed a few times from the pain, but made no other noise.

I finally was able to open my eyes enough to see I'm in a cell like a castle dungeon, yet it has such a different feel than King Creep's. The room is fairly large and empty of everything except a couple wooden buckets that are collecting leaking water and a patch of straw for which I assume would be a bed if I wasn't chained to the wall.

I can't bring myself to freak out again. I feel so exhausted even though I woke up after who knows how long of sleeping. All of my muscles are sore and my arms are cramping from pulling on the chains.

I don't know what day it is. I don't know if it's light or dark out and I don't know where I am or who else is in this castle.

A click echoed through the room and the sound of keys rattled as the cage door groaned open. Willing myself with enough strength, I raised my head to see who or what was standing by the cage door.

I could only see a flowing white robe and long blonde hair that was neatly braided over a man's shoulder before my head slumped back down and I panted from the effort. My headache throbbed more, making my eyes squeeze shut. I could hear his light footsteps walking over to me, as if I was a caged anima-

Oh wait. I AM!

I forced myself to reopen my eyes despite the pain and stare up at the man who looks kind of like Alex. He had long blonde hair and angelic features like him and they had similar taste in clothes. He had a perfectly clean face as if he doesn't even grow facial hair and an adornment rested across his forehead.

He stared back at me with bright blue eyes and his face remained neutral. 

"Welcome, young Karael." He spoke smoothly, "my name isSabathiel." He knelt down so we were level. Though he still is much taller to my annoyance. His robes bundled at his feet and I wanted to crawl under the excess fabric for warmth, but that would be weird.