My demons (book 1)

Torture

Aisha had spent the next few days in bed while the trio was switch between trying to contact Jay and walking around the place, looking for any sign of their enemies.

She watched Claire, who was currently lying next to her with her eyes closed, trying for god knows how long to reach out to Jay. Aisha already knew she won't succeed. Trying to invade his mind was causing her pain which was shown on her face, even though she was trying her best to hide it from the brunette. Besides the pain, she looked beautiful. Her black hair was falling perfectly on her nearly white skin and her caved in cheeks made her look more like a goddess rather than a human being. Aisha's eyes wander to her lips, perfectly shaped and so soft, making her crave to kiss them. Without thinking twice she pressed her lips against Claire's and she smiles against her lips before returning it.

Doors opened and they were interrupted by Alina and Lucas that walked in.

"Still nothing, I conclude we are safe for now," Lucas reported, as always.

"Any luck?" asked Alina, looking at Claire.

"Nothing," Claire shook her head, as always.

"Let me try," Aisha suggested. "I'm strong enough," she added stubbornly the second she saw the look on Claire's face. "Babe, let me help," she pleaded, pouting ever so slightly, coaxing a soft smile out of her girlfriend.

"Just don't push yourself too much, okay?" she sighed, knowing there was no use in arguing with her.

Aisha kissed her softly before she lied back on the bed, closing her eyes and focusing on Jay. She pushed hard and the pain was excruciating. She gasped, trying desperately not to throw up as she could nearly see through his eyes. Just one more push. In the moment, Claire pulled her back.

Before she could argue with her about it, her nausea took over. She bolted towards the bathroom and Claire followed her moments later, kneeling down next to her as she leaned over the toilet. "I'm gonna puke," she mumbled and proved it seconds later when she darted over to the toilet bowl. She heaved the liquid contents of her stomach into it and shuddered when she felt cold fingers tugging the hair from her face. Claire fixed her hair in place with a hair tie. She continued to sweep wispy strands of it from Aisha's cheeks and squeezed her shoulder as the brunette groaned pathetically.

The pain is finally stopping but Aisha was too tired to get up, leaning against the cold tile.

She felt Claire lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. She took her place beside her as Aisha curled herself up as close to her as she could, resting her head against her chest, her hand gripping her shirt. "I nearly got it," she whispered. "Claire, I need to try again."

She kissed the top of her head, humming softly in agreement. She wasn't a fan of it but she knew there would be no use in telling her off. She sighed, running her fingers through the chestnut hair, hoping she could somehow ease her hurt.

Meanwhile, Aisha closed her eyes and prepared herself for another wave of blinding pain, which was all forgotten as she finally managed to break the wall to his mind.

Seconds later, she was looking through his eyes in to the room that looked like a prison cell. The only light was what creeped in under the door. There were no windows, just empty walls and a chair on which Jay was sitting, barely alive. Even just looking through his eyes, she could feel the icy grip of death. She saw the door open and a man walked in. "It's torture time," Jay's voice echoed through her mind as she spotted a knife covered in dry blood in the hand of the man. Jay's eyes wandered to his own arms, already full of cuts as the man came closer. "Are you sure you have nothing to tell us?" his cold voice echoed in her mind as she screamed.

Next moment she opened her eyes to see Claire leaning over her. Her beautiful grey eyes were looking filled with worry. No, the colour grey didn't do them justice. They were the exact gleaming colour of a polished piece of metal with the swirls of glittering onyx black at the edges. Looking at her calmed Aisha down enough to mutter out; "They are torturing him."