The Prince's Prisoner

Choke

Sorry that some of this is in bold. Wattpad has a horrible editing software, meaning i have to individually click every line multiple times to highlight and change the font. I am currently going through a re-edit of this story, meaning I will fix this. 

Chapter 32 – Choke. Enjoy!

Aria didn't get better. She got worse. Much, much worse.

Doctors said that the illness should have passed by now, especially because of Loki's healing and her enhanced body, but she just continued to lie there stiff to the bone. They said it was no longer physical, but psychological. She was causing her own illness due to stress and high amount of emotional instability.

It had gotten to the point that she was so terrified of what Loki would do, the stress of being stuck in that car for over a week and the illness that she was letting herself die.

Loki wasn't impressed to say the least. He rarely came to see her, moving her into one of the spare room. They had returned to the main house, where they held their own ball. She could have sworn one of the Nurses had a very distinct American accent, so guessed they were in the USA. But she couldn't ever be sure.

While Loki distracted himself with work and denied any actual emotional attachment her, Aria lay on the sickening violet bedsheets of this room and slept her days away. But however much he claimed she was a toy and something to possess that he did not love her, he still went to her every night. Every night, he crept into the room he'd outcasted her too, he'd take her hand and he'd take away her pain. For a few seconds, he'd accept her pain as his own before leaving a lasting kiss on her dry lips and tearing his body away from the way hers moulded to him.

She felt like she was choking on her own fear and neglect. Having spent so long in the car with constant company, and before in the clutches of Loki, she had never really experienced being completely and utterly alone. Part of her wanted to reach out, to force herself to be better so Loki would accept her again. But another part thought let this kill me, let me die and then it will be done.

The winning idea was just a middle man, sit there and do nothing at all until her body decided the outcome for her.

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It must have been the end of the second month when it reached the peak. She awoke suddenly, coughing blood onto the bed sheets with a hoarse cry of pain.

Two guards burst open the door as she sobbed on the bed with her whole body seizing in agony.

"Get the medic!" One called, feet echoing around the room.

"The King?" the other voiced, as they stood uselessly in the doorway.

"He said not to be disturbed about her condition unless she was dead" the first replied with a slight hesitation.

"It might be headed that way" the second tried to whisper but failed horrendously.

"Just fuck off and go get him. Now" Aria cried through her pain as they followed through. He could take away some of her pain, make it easier.

Aria screamed loudly as her bones cracked and buckled beneath the seizures. A medic rushed in a few second later, but it could have been hours. The only thought running through Aria's head was that Loki's punishments had been more painful.

"We need to get her onto her side before she chokes" the doctor urged, hands prodding at her hurriedly. "If we stable the seizures, she should heal quickly."