Devil's Prison

Chapter # 21

"And If I have to blaze this world to cage you with me, I will.” His enunciation increased her heart rate.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, body frozen in fear when he announced it, her very soul immobilized before his passion.

With her racing heartbeats, she blinked, trying to regain her mind, parting her quivering lips before whispering in a broken tone.

“Do you desire me… that much?”

Her eyes slowly parted from his aching orbs, scrutinizing her body underneath him, releasing loud breaths with strain collecting in her eyes.

“I do.” He replied coldly, before nibbling on her neck, indulging in her whimper, in the voice escaping from her tips.

“Why? What do I have?” She asked sorrowfully, placing her hand in between which brushed against his bare chest.

“I don’t even feel the same.”

Their heart skipped a beat in sync when her fingers touched his tempting body, but it failed to serve as distance; he wouldn’t allow it.

“But, I do and it won’t alter my longing.” He responded breathlessly, biting her neck with a growl. She moaned, sealing her eyes, unintentionally allowing him to go further.

Smirking devilishly at her reaction, he moved down to her collar bone, etching fear of his dominance in her heart successfully.

“I want you and will have you.” He declared.

Moving his fingers possessively on her sides, sliding it inside to grab her waist, to feel her skin in his palm.

Inhaling sharply, she curled her toes with his foreign touch, burning her body with unwanted pleasure.

“D-Don’t.” She moaned, looking at him searching desperately for a way to cease this series of enticements he was engraving in her body.

“Your reaction says the opposite.” He chuckled wickedly, face adjacent to hers, sinking into her persistent gaze, defying his undeniable touch.

“What if.. I do this?” His smirk grew sinister, leading his hand upward, noticing she trembled, she tried to close her leg but failed.

He immaculately locked her body under him, probing her body as his possession, wallowing in the shivers and the voices leaving her mouth.

“And now you embed this in your soul.” His tone changed dominantly, moving to her ears, digging his fingers in her skin, moving his leg upward, almost touching her thighs.

“From every inch of your skin to your very soul…” He growled, turning his grip firm, biting her earlobe, scowling in a whisper,

“All of it belongs to me.” He enunciated, breaking her last ounce of strength before his assertiveness.

The realization of powerlessness assaulted her mind, the sight where all she could do was to plead him for mercy.

“You are mine and you will remain mine.” He continued, enhancing her agony, her defeat that her strings were attached to him.

She is his doll now.

With a tear of anguish, she poured all her power in her hand and pressed it on his hardened chest, creating intense eye contact.

She knew nothing could save her anymore, he had perfectly clasped her in his fingers.

That’s the moment she knew she was ensnared in this Devil’s Prison.

“If it means devastating me along the way?” She asked, her voice croaking, pressing her palm further.

Noticing his heartbeats increased her action along with a satisfactory shiver.

“Didn’t I do it already?” He asked, narrowing his eyes in bafflement by her reaction.

He was aware of her resentment, of the outcome of his action. He knew what he had done.

“Yeah… you are right.” She let out a long exhalation, chaining their eyes with flames, igniting their own emotions into a dolor of no return.

“You have proven my Alphonse has died.” She hissed, digging her nail on his heart, lips trembling into anguish.

“I agree. He died before he could grasp the world.” He whispered.

Taking his hand out and pressing her hand harder on his heart to not break the synchronization created between them.

“And you can never take his place. I would hate you eternally.” His heart constricted.

A hurt flashed in his eyes but was masked by his cruelty in a mere instant when his grip tightened, declining the settlement of acceptance.

“I know but yet it won’t alter my desires.” He growled, leaning dangerously closer, not breaking their intensely sew of eyes with tangling breaths.

“You are a beast after all.” She growled back, lacerating his skin, drawing out his blood before pushing him away and lying on her side.

He moved back, not forcing her to stay under. He averted his eyes for a moment, tracing his finger on his bruised skin, feeling the sting of her nails.

“Yeah.. You are right...”

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, curling his hands in a tight fist to consume the rage or other emotion building in his heart unwillingly before shifting closer and laying on his side.

Covering his face to sink into darkness and fall asleep.

Aurelia’s breath hitched when she sensed him moving, she clutched the sheet between her fingers, shutting her eyes, shivering violently as their confrontation left a deep scar on her heart.

She trembled, awaiting for his next repugnant action which never came as they remained in the pitch silence.

Sharing the bed with her heart thumping abnormally in his proximity, which broke her heart along with a tear which indicated-

You have truly killed my Alphonse…

The next day.

Aurelia woke up, disgust overwhelming her chest, she lost her strength to fight anymore, she knew he would force his way one way or another.

And before she leads them beyond the point of recovering, it would be better to give in.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before sitting up, pushing her hairs behind, biting her inside of her cheek to consume the ache building in her chest but failed miserably.

She could no longer save what was lost.

Sighing, she was about to go out but Alphonse, who was already awake, noticed her movement and held her wrist.

“Where are you going?” His heartless tone came, refusing to leave her wrist.

“Out.” She replied in a hollow tone, eyes traveling to his hand on her wrist.

It felt cold, It hurt.

“You are not going anywhere.” He enunciated, lifting his gaze slowly to hers, narrowing them.

“I-” She tried to speak but he yanked her body to his, forcing her to stay in his vicinity

“Shh…” Hushing, he locked her close to him, closing his eyes again but not leaving her wrist.

Her lips parted to speak but knowing it’s futile to resist.

“Hmmm.” She obeyed him quietly, falling back into the bed, staring at the ceiling and closing her eyes slowly.

Darkness dispersed in the coldness evoking between them.

The minimum distance between their bodies showed the wall they could never annihilate as they remained like this for the next hour.

After regaining their senses, Alphonse sat up, leaving her wrist, turning his face to her.

“Aurelia?” He called to check whether she was awake or not.

“Hmm?” She hummed, running her hand in her hair.

He was bewildered at her silence, at the lack of curses he imagined to receive but didn’t.

“What?” She asked again when he remained silent, sitting up as well, trying not to look at his exposed chest and fix her eyes on his face.

“Nothing.” Shaking his head, he got up, going to the bathroom to freshen up.

She arched a brow but shrugged it off, she remained in the bed, sitting with unwanted, painful thoughts stacking up, shattering her ability to fight.

He took a cold shower, allowing the freezing water to warmth his heart but unfortunately this is not how it works.

“What have I done?” He whispered, resting his hand on the wall, shutting his eyes to feel coldness taking him to the dept of suffering.

“I should have told her… what I think… what I feel.” He whispered to himself, running his hand to push the wet hairs back before turning off the shower,

After soaking his body, he walked out wearing his trouser and saw her still on the bed, pulling her bottom lip with her finger, immersed in her ponderings.

She was trying to contemplate the whole scenario in her mind but couldn’t find a way out of this loop of anguish.

“You okay?” He asked when he noticed the dryness on her face.

“Hmm.” She let out a long hum, lifting her eyes, watching him getting ready for work. He wore his shirt and was about to close the buttons but she asked.

“Does it hurt?” She asked in a devoid yet soft tone, noticing her nails left a mark on his chest.

“No.” He replied coldly, closing the buttons, combing his hair.

“I wanted it.” She hummed in the same tone.

“None of it could sting compared to what I have done to you.” He breathed out, he was about to button his coat but stopped.

HIs eyes lingering on the ground for a few seconds but inhaling, he regained his mind and buttoned his coat.

“That is exactly why I want it to hurt, to sting.” She whispered, staring outrageously into his dead eyes.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before Alphonse grabbed his phone and office bag.

“It won’t make a difference.” He muttered under his breath and left for work without exchanging further conversation with her.

Going straight to work with a pinch in his chest.

After he left, she sighed deeply, staring at her hands for a long time.

“I want my everything to hurt you and I will make sure it does.” She hissed, curling her hands in a fist , determination flowing in her chest.

She got out, freshened up and went down to have breakfast with her parents, her eyes were still rejected from everything, holding a strange coldness in them.

“Aurelia… are you okay?” Mrs Blue asked, shaking her shoulder a little.

“I guess I learned my lesson to not fight an opponent out of your league.” She whispered, taking a bite of her food.

“Are you going to give up?” She asked.

“After this point, do you expect me to struggle more?” She frowned, putting the fork down.

Her eyes narrowed in ire because, from last night, it was crystal clear he would force her to become what he desired and it was not in her ability to bear it.

“Do you want me to lose you guys too?” She asked again, rage collecting in her tone.

“No, but-” Mrs Blue tried to say, but she scoffed.

“There is no point in it. Leave it.” She enunciated, mentally preparing herself for subjugation.

“But, love.” Mr Blue also tried to speak but she cut him off too.

“No, Papa, I don’t have strength to fight him anymore.” She breathed out, biting her bottom lips to control her ache.

“Are you going to give up at the start?” He asked again, heartbroken to see their strong daughter losing so easily.

“Why would I fight needlessly? Why would I waste my time?” She asked with a shrug, rolling her eyes off.

“Still.” Mrs Blue called, but she got up.

“Please, don’t. I only have you guys and I don’t want to put your life in danger by my mindless actions.” Her voice came out woeful, turning her head away, gritting her teeth as she walked with an exhale.

“Forget it.”