Say Her Name

Chapter 15: Cayendo

Chapter 15: Cayendo

Asmy

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Si esto no me ha partío', ya no me partiré nunca

Si puedo soportar lo que siento, ¿por qué me estoy cayendo?

~Frank Ocean

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Pain. 

Searing red hot pain is all I felt throughout my body.

It probably is what I deserved.

The choking on the rotten souls as they took me back to my throne was nothing compared to the torture inflicted here.

I've lost track of time.

Is time even relevant at this point?

An endless circle of feeding has begun as wave after wave consumes every part of this human flesh.

That's exactly the torture I'm living. The mortal body I took came along with me. My essence became attached and has formed a link too strong to discard the flesh suit.

I'm just a human in hell now, with no way of escaping.

I've tried finding solace in my head but, the old souls get in. Expose me to painful human memories and distort them to their pleasure. My mind violated as they take the sweet blissful memories and turn them into atrocities.

I tried detaching, dissociating but the newly collect souls love to bring me back. The slime brands every piece of my body as it holds me down to do what it pleases.

I try not to cry, I try not to scream. It only brings them more pleasure. But I was too weak, to begin with. My loyal nights can't get me. In fact, they want to join in on the fun.

They've learned that their prince is human, their lord is weak. They want my head on a stake as I watch with my dead eyes how they take my crown.

There are times I can't take it anymore and cry for help. I beg for mercy but, they just laugh and spit in my face. They make me watch their deaths as guilt simmers in the pits of my hollow stomach.

I've consumed thousands of questionable substances. They don't want to kill me. At least not yet. They want to keep playing. Keep feeding. They tear me down, slice me up, and force me to heal just to repeat.

The worst, however, is when they turn into people I care for. I've seen them turn into Lucy. He mocks me as he tells me that this is what I deserve for betraying him. Next, I see Timore. She is stripped down naked in human form. Every time I scream, they stab her. Every time I cry, they cut off a piece of her. Every time I tell them to stop, they behead her.

They save the best for last.

Axel appears in front of me. Safe and sound in once piece. But what rips my heart out every time, is my name coming from his lips. He says it every time with so much hatred and bounds me tighter and tighter to my throne. His beautiful dark eyes hold so much disgust for me. His voice is so cold and determined. The worst of all is...

That nightmare is true. That nightmare happened. Axel really truly detests me that much.

How could he not? Knowing what I am? Knowing that I wished death on his mother and him. None of it mattered now. I'm trapped and, I don't think I will ever get out.