Seeking Forgiveness (Jellal x Reader)

Chapter 19

Your body screamed at you to do something, anything. But you couldn't. You were chained up, blindfolded and gagged. Utterly helpless. The moment you opened your eyes to see the cloth covering your eyes they started to beat you. It was endless. You cried and screamed, begging them to stop. Only when your throat was raw and your body sagged against your restraints did they stop.

You don't know how long it had been since they left. Minutes felt like hours. Your whole body throbbed with unbearable pain. Your body was twisted at an odd angle, making the pain worse.

You knew what they were trying to do. They were trying to break you. You had recognized his voice when you fell unconscious. You knew why he would search for you, revenge. You ruined his life, but you thought you ended his.

The people beating you never aimed for anything important, and you know exactly why. They wanted you to be able to fight.

You knew were you were, the voice that was reasoning his actions was one you recognised. It was him. They others around you were still referring to him by that awful nickname. Master. But you refuse to call him that. Too many years his memory had haunted you, but you refused to back down. You could still imagine him. His dark creasy hair, paired with thick bushy eye brows, his eyes were pitch black orbs that were no doubt the colour of his soul. He always wore worn, frayed clothes, despite his large wealth. But it was his smirk that never left your mind, the one that meant he knew your every thought and was watching your every move.

But no matter what, you refused to back down to him. You had watched your friends stand up to foes more powerful then him, and you could do the same for one petty criminal. You could stand up to him.

Your hair was yanked, forcing your neck to look painfully up as your scalped burned from the pain. You bite your lip to stay silent, as he continued to pull it back until your neck strain and refused to bend back anymore. Your throat was full exposed as a hand wrapped around it, you gasped, as you struggled to breath. Something rubbed against your hair and you felt someone sniff it.

"It's been too long (Y/N)," he chuckled in your ear, breathless from beating you, "have you missed your master?"

You struggled against him, but that only ended in him slapping your cheek. Your head snapped slightly to the side, but his grip on your throat remained.

He chuckled slightly, letting go. You gasped for air, not realising how tight his grip was before the pain. You heard footsteps walking away and you allowed yourself to hang your head in defeat. Your body sagged, but the chains attached to your arms and feet held you upright.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours. Time was always a blur in the ring. The only way you'd ever know if a new day started was by the food you got. Porridge for breakfast and dinner depended on how well you were fighting.

Eventually, the footsteps came back. They stopped a head of you, a foot tapping impatiently against the hard stone floor. You sat straighter. You knew it wasn't him, so who was it. They started grumbling to themselves, their voice an inaudible mummer. You didn't recognise it and figured it was one of his lackeys.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" He grumbled louder this time, walking closer. So close you could feel his warmth. It was a stark contrast to the cold room, and it made your mind flash to Jellal. Your heart ached with how much you missed him. You wished you had never had that argument with him, even if you were right. You would hate your last words to him to be ones of hate.

You were still gagged, so you assumed the lackey was thinking aloud. You stayed still, listening for any further movement. But he stayed silent, waiting for something. What did he expect you to do? Suddenly break out of the chains and try to run away. After being beaten, you doubted you'd even be able to stand, let alone run. As for breaking out of these chain, you recognised them. The thickness, the weight, the hum that seemed to emanate from them. These were magic cancelling cuffs. Ones you had, had round your wrists so many times before. Ones that drained your magic and your strength.