Prince Heartless

CHAPTER 65: The Horror.

Part 2

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'death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies in us while we still live.---Norman Cousins'

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Two other heads hung low like his. Hamdan trying to figure out whose it is. The silence in that room was defeaning. The silence in the room he was in. The sobs coming from Aairah, "I don't know anything...please leave them alone....please don't hurt them. I really do not know anything."

"I don't know anything, I don't know anything , I DON'T KNOW ANYTHIIINNNG! Shut up you fucking cunt! ", The masked man yelled at her whilst digging his fingers onto her chin jerking it upward to meet his eyes. "You cunning bitch. Everytime I wanted to kill that prince...you always managed to save him...now once you are finished I can kill him. But before get to the fun part...let's have a little fun now. Shall we your fucking highness."

Aairah shuddered at the offer. "What do I get in return?", She demanded.

Whaackk!!!

There is a cracking sound of a loud slap landing on her cheek and Hamdan growled in fury and struggled in his chair. What happened next was painful. The man grabbed her chin and took his knife. "such a nice clear face...such lovely face you have...now...boss told me to spoil it as I please because after this your husband won't even look at you."

Hamdan's p.o.v

I saw her terrified face soften and her lips curve into a smile. And in a whisper enough for the 2 to hear in that room but not knowing she was on his microphone. We could hear her loud and clear, "my husband doesn't look at me anyways...", She chuckled.

My eyes widen in disbelief. My heart clenched as it tried to take the stab she placed. Despite the situation she was in. Life or death that is, she had grown to resent me so much. It made me realise to the point of severe guilt that i truly lost her and that she would want nothing more than hme to hurt.

The knife was pressed against her forehead as it slide down to her eyebrows. She hissed in pain . Anger and fear was plastered onto her face. Anger began to boil in my stomach.

As the knife crossed her eye and reached to the top of her cheeks. She couldn't take it any more and let out a loud scream. And just then...he saw Aairah's mother struggle out of the the cloth in her mouth, "please don't touch my daughter , don't you dare touch my daughter!!!"

"No no no no.", Was all I could hear in our room as if in movie everything set in slow motion, that man turned around and took his gun out and pressed the trigger shooting her mother in the head a clear hole left behind .

"Moooommmmmmm!!!!! Maammmmmaaaa!!!!!"screams filled both the rooms.

Everyone in his room were stunned. Hamdan heard his father trying to negotiate. I couldn't here his words as my eyes were glued to the TV screen which showed the room they were heald captive in and were tortured. My heart dropped and we couldn't do anything. I felt helpless. Whatever I learned all my life was for nothing. To protect , to save , to care....nothing nothing absolutely nothing. I felt empty like everything inside was taken out. I could hear the screams as the man continued to knife her, but immediately stopped as he began to press his finger to his ear.