Withering

Chapter 15: Harry

“I'm sorry,” I muttered. I pulled at the chains. “What the hell are these things made of?”

“Harry, these things are thicker than your fingers.”

“Wonder where you get something like this,” I tried pulling at the chains again.

“Where are we anyway?”

“The catacombs,” I answered. “Apparently, this place is a maze and is too far underground for anyone to hear us. They might if they pass us, but what are the chances of that? Did Angelina do the ceremony? Is she a first class now?”

Jazlyn shook her head. “She pretty much told the royal family to go screw themselves. The royalty didn't understand how serious this was to getting you back. They were trying to make Angelina go through the ceremony instead of looking for you.”

“And she chose to look for me,” I said, understanding. “Prideful and stubborn as usual.”

“Do you have a plan to get out of here?”

I shook my head, “No, I don't. Don't worry, we'll think of something.”

At that moment, Jacob entered the room again. He looked at Jazlyn and noticed the gag was off. He frowned as he walked over to a table behind Jazlyn. I watched as Jacob picked up a silver knife and started waving it around Jazlyn's face.

He wrapped his arm around her and placed the blade against her throat. “How on earth did you get that gag off?” he questioned her. She winced from the burning of the silver blade, making me jolt forward.

“Leave her alone!” I cried out. “Damn it, Jacob, let her go!”

He smirked and kissed Jazlyn on the cheek. She pulled away in disgust. He slipped the gag back on her mouth and tightened it until she wince. “I wouldn't hurt this beautiful rose. I wasn't planning on having fun with you. That's for later.” Jacob walked over to me. He grabbed a chunk of my hair. “This is for Damon.”

Jacob stabbed me on the leg and twisted the blade around. I tried to hold back my scream for Jazlyn's sake. She was already crying and mumbling against the gag. “Look away, Baby,” I begged her. She shook her head. “Baby, look away.”

“Don't look away, Jazlyn,” Jacob smirked. “The fun is just beginning.” With that said, he stabbed me again on the other leg. He twisted it and slid it back and forth. I contained myself again, but Jazlyn continued to cry. “She's a beauty, Harry. I understand why you were so attracted to her, but in the end, is she really worth it?”

I glared at him, “I'd do it again in a heartbeat.”

Jacob pulled out the knife and grabbed a small bowl that was filled with blood of the dead. He poured it into my wound. I tilted my head back, looking away. I was trying really hard to hold in my cries. A groan escaped my throat as my eyes squeezed shut. Jacob dipped the knife into the blood of the dead and stabbed me in the stomach. Giving in, I cried out and my head fell back. I was gasping for air, wanting the pain to go away.

Jazlyn cried out and sobbed, mumbling for Jacob to stop hurting me, but Jacob's smirk just widened. He was enjoying torturing me and Jazlyn begging him to stop.

“How are you holding up, Harry?” Jacob said, putting a hand on my shoulder. The other hand was drenched with blood of the dead.

“How do you think I'm holding up?” I questioned him.

He slammed his fist into my whole body and clutched onto my heart. I gasped as he clutched onto my heart tightly. “The worst place to have blood of the dead is in your heart. It's extremely difficult to get that stuff out of the heart once it's in there. You know, if you were a human, you'd be dead. Thank goodness you're not.”