His Lifeline | [2] ??

L U C A S
Tuesday 2nd November, 2021

The pain comes before I even comprehend that I have been punched in the jaw, my head swinging to the side waking me from my horrid slumber. I spit out the blood to the once cleaned floor from god knows how many days I have been here is not bloodied by myself.

I've lost count of how many days I've been here, I've lost count after six days or mostly because I blanked out then from the torturous beatings and brutal attacks on my body with pliers, all my nails gone. Scars on my body due to the blades they carve into me, Lyn had her fair share of carving her name on to my abdomen with a heart surrounding it. I remember every single thing they had done to me so far that I've been here.

"Good morning, sugar, how was your sleep?" Lyn smiled innocent, running her finger down the side of my face where a dried bloodied scar that she inflicted on me week prior. She examines her work with a grin, her eyes roaming my face seeing all the bruises, the purple and yellow bruises on my paled face.

"Sleep was good before you and your goon interrupted it" I spat, spitting my blood out which lands on her cheek. She taunts as she wipes the blood from her cheek, smearing the blood on my already bloodied lips.

Tasting the red coppery frequent upon my lips, the dried salty tear stained face from the late night crying. Fun times honestly. "Seeing you in chains and all fucked up really turns me on" Lyn purred as she leans forward pressing kisses on my broad bloodied chest with a hum, she sucks hard on my nipple but it doesn't turn me on like it used to.

"You kinky son of a bitch" I sneered as she brought her eyes to meet mine that hold hatred and fiery of fire to wanting to slash her throat and her goons.

"Only for you, baby" she chirped slapping me hard on the chest as I grunt moving back wards my toes brushing against the surface and my hands sore and bruised almost feel like falling off from using them as my strength to stay up but I'm numb all over.

"You gonna beg for mercy yet? You haven't said a peep, just your all to known sarcastic responses do you want more torture, sugar? Does that turn you on? Is that why you haven't shown any ounce of mercy? I can ride you again today if that's what you want" she purred seductively as I snarl in disgust, only time I'm out of this restraints is when I need the toilet or when she's on top of me.

I've stopped trying to get away from her riches the first week from the lack of water and food in my body as well as feeling numb all over my body that I honestly want to give up.

I feel like giving up but I know I shouldn't but I am so weak and can't feel anything. I feel drained physically and emotionally. I don't think I could ever move on with my life with the torturous abuse on my body.

If I looked into the mirror right now I wouldn't recognise myself, I'm worse than I ever was the first five days I've been here when I said that to myself then. I feel like a corpse, that I am slowly but surely dying.

Is this what she wants? She said she loves me and would never hurt me unless I deserve punishment but is me really finding myself punishment? Is this gods way of saying that he doesn't want me to fall in love with a guy?

But if god hates me for being gay then why are there any? Nobody chooses to be gay, god made them that way. And god makes no mistake so why am I being punishment for finding out who I am deep inside?

Snapping away from my conflicting thoughts I narrow my eyes on Lyn with a hard look. "I'm not going to beg for mercy, so better stop now as I'll never say it as long as I shall live, bitch" I seethed with a deadly raspy tone.

"Aw, what a shame. I'll never let you go even if you begged for mercy, sugar. As long as I have you here, your never leaving. Your mine, and I'm yours. We're going to have a happy life together, babes" she chirped with a bright smile that makes me sick.

I felt something cold touch my side just below my ribs. It was small but sharp. I don't even seem phased that she has blade with her again.

Before she can say anything else i hear guns blazing in the distance as a bloodied smirk lifts up on my face. I stare down at her as her eyes widen in fear her eyes snapping to her goon- brother as he nods his head for whatever look she had given him.

She turns back to me her fear gone, she runs her blade up down my ribs. "What a shame really that they found you but it took them long enough. Did they really love you? I thought they were the biggest baddest mafia in the world and it took them exactly fifteen days to find you. This may be my last time seeing you, sugar, but I won't let your death be in vain - I'll kill him for taking you away from me. Your mine forever, baby" Lyn spoke seriously with a psychopathic glint in her eyes.

Before I could question what she meant she digs the blade into my left side on the other side of where she carved her name big and proud on display. I scream in agony thrashing against the chains as she keeps the blade dug deep inside of me before she presses a longing kiss on my lips. Nipping at it before roaming her hands over my body, causing me to flinch at her touch.

Aiden.

My mind wanders to as the numbness asides feeling every single broken bone, scar, bruise and my lower region of utterly pain. She runs out of the room with her heels clicking against the floor as she bangs the door shut.

My head drops down to the ground, "oh god" I whispered tears falling down my cheek. Is this the end? I close my eyes as all the pain I've felt in the last fifteen days catches up to me sweeps my body. Something inside of me is broken and I don't mean my bones. Everything inside of me is broken.

I feel dead. I just want to let go, but I know I shouldn't but it's too much. I just want to have his lips on mine before I go.

I hear a door bang open with footsteps running in grabbing me by the jaw, hands reach upon mine as I feel the chains being taken off but I feel nothing. I feel like my life is slowly slipping away. I feel a soft pressured feathered kiss on my forehead, with someone whispering something to be, talking to me but I don't move. The pain is too much.

Who we are and who we need to be survive are two different things. I've lived my life. Now it's time for me to let go. I feel my hands slowly start to go limb in the persons arms but the sweet cinnamon and honey crinkles invade my senses.

"Aiden" I whispered before I fell into a blank darkness.

UNEDITED.