What Lurks in His Eyes

Chapter 48: Revenge is Red

Song: Feel Invincible by Skillet

*Last chapter before the epilogue! Enjoy :)

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Draven's POV:

The corridors of the prison was cold and damp.

Screams of pain echoed through the hallways, surely haunting all who are unfortunate to hear them.

Our footsteps sound against the stone floors. They are fast and loud and my eyes grow black with rage.

Shadows looms on the walls as my figure speeds down the hall. Anger rips at my heart, and I push back my beast that is alive and fierce inside of me. I growl fiercely in rage and clench my fists at my side as I approach my prisoner.

I watch him through the bars for a moment.

No light touches his skin and no sound emits from his mouth. He lies there, chained to the wall, curled into fetal position. His eyes haven't seen me yet, so he's unaware of the predator that lurks in the shadows.

His eyes are down cast, and he is shirtless. His pale skin seems to glow in the dark and scars have already marred his features from the wild dogs I released on him two days ago. His face is blank, bearing no expression whatsoever.

He's excepted his fate to die so there's nothing left of him.

Or so it seems, any way.

Slowly, he raises his eyes. He must sense a presence now. When he sees me, his red eyes glow with rage. His lip is busted and one of his wrists is twisted at an odd angle.

A wound lies on his forehead, the blood is crusted and has dried up awhile ago. His breathing is ragged, albeit from the bruises on his ribs that are causing him pain.

I smirk at the wounds he has. He is my prisoner to do with as I please, because he is the one who dared try to break my Kamaria.

Who is he?

Sir Adrean.

And his time to die has come.

But of course, I had promised Kamaria to slaughter her captor when the time comes. His death lies in Kamaria's hands.

And she couldn't be anymore thrilled at the thought.

She steps out from behind me, and looks into the cage that holds her beaten captor. His dark hair falls in his face and his eyes are ablaze with mortification and rage. He holds Kamaria's gaze even when I jerk him roughly from the chains that connects him to the wall.

I had let the guards have a free-for-all on him, and they didn't go easy. I had him injected with a chemical that blocks his vampire healing temporarily.

Without his healing, he is subject to death.

I wrap thick, wiry rope around his wrists. I see the rope cutting into his wrists and rubbing his skin raw. Adrean doesn't wince when I jerk him roughly through the prison. 

He falls onto his knees many times, the sound of skin against stone echoes through the air each time he hits the cold, rough ground.

Kamaria follows beside me. Her face is stern and she looks eager to get the job done.

That's my girl.

In the center of the prison, is a large round room with my favorite addition to the prison.

A thick, wooden whipping post in which many enemies have met their death there. At first, I was worried Kamaria wouldn't be okay with this, as she's been in that position before.