Prince Blood | {Markson}

•FOURTY FOUR•

Warning: Descriptions of physical abuse, disturbing content...

Jackson P.O.V

Where am I?

I lifted my eyelids which felt heavier than I remember, and cranked my head up to look around. I felt sore from lying on this cold, hard stone floor for god knows how long. My entire body hurt. This room was huge, but dark and lonely.

I eventually came to the realization that I was chained to the wall to stop me from escaping, even though I couldn't if I wasn't tied anyway. I looked at a few of these chains attached to the wall next to me. A shiver ran down my spine as I recognized the brownish red stains on the stone wall to be dried blood.

Hell, there were lots of it.

I slowly turned to look behind me, and sure enough, there was a huge stain of dried blood on the wall behind me as well.

Suddenly, familiar sounding footsteps echoed in the halls on the other side of the door of the huge cell I was in.

I instinctively scrambled back as far back as I could into the wall, not caring about the blood anymore, though I knew it was not going to help the things to come.

I dreaded the sight of the cell door opening, but it was as if everything was in slow motion, the door revealed none other than the king himself.

As soon as his eyes landed on me, he smiled evilly. "I see you're awake now." He slowly walked towards me. I tried my best not to show that I was scared.

"You're lucky that I spent so much time and effort on you. I was contemplating on whether I should just kill you at once and not take the risk of Mark possibly rescuing you, or torture and make you suffer until you want to do nothing but die." By this time he was already kneeling in front of me, holding my chin with his fingers.

I stared straight into his eyes. But really now, what is there to be afraid of?

"Are you ignoring me you peasant?" He exclaimed, most likely offended. "I knew you were no good for my son. An ignorant piece of trash like you would never make a good mate for him." He scoffed and spat in my face.

Gross.

He read my thoughts and it angered him, so he gave me the first blow, straight at my head. I flew across the floor until the chains yanked me back and stopped me from going further. He waved his hands at the chains and they started heating up. It was burning me slowly.

"What a failure you are. You worthless excuse of a being." He spat. No Jackson. You know better than to believe his words. Remember what Mark hyung told you? Everything single compliment he said to you? If you believe this man, it's like saying Mark hyung lied to you the whole time. Don't do it.

He gave me a kick at the side of my stomach, sending me across the floor the other way, before the burning chains pulled at my wrists to stop me again. I whimpered quietly.

"How pitying. You're still thinking of my son when you barely have anymore days to live. Stop lying to yourself. Mark will never love someone like you."

Days continued like this.

Kicks...

Punches...

Slaps...

Bleeding...

Broken bones...

Daylight didn't exist, only beatings and torture. I couldn't tell the time, or when I would get out of this hell hole, but I trust Mark.