Bound To Aïdon

AÏDON'S POV;Death.The stench is horrid as it overshadows the overbearing smell of disinfectant and fills the entirety of the dimly lit hall. I'm unable to resist neither the slightest wrinkle of my nose as I expel a heated breath of air nor the twitch in my left hand when the putrid smell wafts up my nostrils and causes my stomach to stir unpleasantly.The faintest of sounds piques my interest and my gaze is instantly pulled to a lone light bulb at the far end of the hallway, it flickers continuously overhead, catching the attention of a dozen or so flies who buzz around the object. Blindly seeking solace in the warmth... but I know better."...I assure you, sir, everything will be alright." A middle-aged nurse offers what looks more like a grimace than a smile to the anxious male, her eyes warm and countenance exuding an illusive calmness as she regards his frazzled form. However, I notice the panic buried deep beneath those mocha irises, the slight flush to her ivory skin, and the

REN'S POV;I am ruffled awake by a burning sensation in my arms and wrists. There's a persistent throb in my head as well. My first instinct is to rub the sore spot in relief, however, my hands seem to be stuck. Fear grapples me and my eyes flutter open, suddenly aware of the uncomfortable hardness prickling at my back and neck. This isn't my apartment, I think to myself as my squinted eyes roam the small, dimly lit, stone-walled cell. The air is thick with a musty scent, and the cold, damp floor sends shivers through me as I slowly pull myself to a sitting position. The chains around my wrists clinking together at my sluggish movements.“Hello?” I call out once, twice, thrice. No response.I try desperately to recall what had happened to me... how I ended up here. Blurry images flash behind my eyelids, the loud rumble of thunder resounds and I clench my eyes shut as pain spikes at my skull.Fuck.It doesn't take long for me to make a couple of observations about my absurd situatio

REN'S POV;A memory flashes in my head, no, not the bad ones that I so desperately wish to forget. Rather, this one is one of the very few peaceful memories I find hard to come by. I remember gazing out the window through the swollen eyes of my thirteen year old self, giddy with excitement as my finger subconsciously bunched up the ends of my plaid skirt. The windows of the sleek black Mercedes my father had bought that week rolled down, the autumn breeze blowing cool against my skin.I remember the car skidding to a stop and my mother rushing over to my side to help me out, smiling gently at me as her nimble fingers worked to quickly brush back my wild strands of hair. We walked to the very front of the church; hand in hand with my mom whilst my father led the way with confident strides, my smile never fading as we settled into a row and listened to the preacher's powerful voice booming loudly through the speakers. Vividly, I recall his parting words before the service was conclu

REN'S POVA primal shriek laced with fear escapes my lips as chains descend from above, their metallic coils snaking toward me with ominous intent, halting my less-than-graceful descent with a jarring force. The scalding embrace of the hot steel encircles my wrists and ankles, stretching me to an agonizing limit. All the while keeping me suspended.I voice a strangled hiss of pain as I clench my eyes shut, the oppressive darkness pressing in on me like a suffocating cloak. And each passing moment seems to intensify the searing heat, a phantom sensation of flames licking at my skin. Tears well in my eyes and fall, tracing a solitary path down my cheek. But they feel scorching hot, their fiery touch igniting a torment of their own against my flesh.In the depths of darkness, I envision it as an unrelenting force; red flames leaping and roaring with a vicious fervor. Its ravenous appetite knows no bounds, intent on devouring all I have to offer. It sears the rough pads of my feet, ignit