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The Traitor's Loyalty

Stella's POV.

"Why don't you just tell me where they are?"

I groan slightly, raising my head as much as my restraints allow me. They are much too tight, I feel my blood pulsing in my veins where metal loops dig in my skin. Merely standing here like this is a torture enough, I can't imagine what the Admin will do to me next.

His narrowed eyes meet mine and my head drops powerlessly. It's too much. I can't take it anymore, I can't, I can't-

"Never." My reply is filled with hatred, like always. The monster in front of me chuckles silently, and this sound causes shivers to run through my body. I'm barely even breathing now, true horror settling down in the bottom of my stomach.

I'm powerless against him. I can't do anything! Not yell back like Jesse would do, not silently take all this pain like that redhead, Petra. I-I'm weak and pathetic, and the Admin is... Almighty. He can get rid of me with a snap of his fingers.

He clears his throat and steps inside my cell. I see his legs right in front of me, and before I can react, my head is pulled up by my hair. I yelp and fearfully stare in his glowing eyes. His eyes, that have charmed me once, now carry nothing but a threat to my existance.

"You don't seem to understand me, mortal." He lets out a growl and I instinctively want to crawl back. Those cursed cuffs don't allow me, though, I realise my own mortality. "When I ask a question, you answer. Understand?"

The pain in my scalp is growing stronger and stronger. I try to nod, not wishing to give him the satisfaction of hearing my voice break in agony, but I just can't. The Admin had made sure I wouldn't have a choice but to answer him verbally.

"Y-yes." I whisper silently and wince when I notice the cruel smirk on his face. On the same face I once found truly beautiful, it looks like the most monstrous of masks. How, how can this person who had been so nice to me be so ruthless?! How can he do this to me?!

"Good." The devil himself narrows his eyes and allows me to drop my head. I'm not able to react fast enough, and the sudden movement causes ache to run through my stiff neck. This cold metal cuff on it doesn't make it feel any better.

I try to shift my position, but it's pointless. The way these bonds are designed I understand that I'm supposed to be uncomfortable and totally helpless. Harsh loops made of what feels like iron mixed with obsidian hold me tightly. I'm not able to move at all. All I can do is stand there, in front of the Admin, on my knees, my arms stretched out by my sides.

Tight cuffs fixate my body, locked around my ankles, knees, hips, stomach, neck, upper arms and wrists. I literally can't move an inch. Honestly, I think it's a bit of an overkill, but the Admin doesn't seem to mind. He likes toying with people, playing with me as if I was a doll.

And maybe, I am one for him.

"Now, Stella..." His voice is soft but has power in it, power I had never noticed before. It's terrifying. How can Jesse stand up to this man? How could Jesse make me stand up to the Admin?!

"Be a good servant and tell me where they are." He murmures, and even though I can't look at him I sense a horrific grin of a maniac on his face. No sane person can smile like this. No sane person can do anything like that!

I stubbornly shook my head, biting my lip when I hear an unsatisfied growl in his throat. I want to become small, I want to be invisible to him, I want so much to run away, to escape, to seek sanctuary... But I can't. And it's not only those restrains that keep me in place.

My own fear roots me to my spot, takes away my ability to think straight. I don't know what the Admin will do to me if I carry on with this behavior, and my imagination fills with horrible pictures and images. I can't even think about them without shaking!