Warning: Torture, Read at own risk.
Chapter 9
Was she dead?
Locked in the small room Eric could only hear her screams of panic, and then it had went silent. He knew for a fact that he earlier in rage had managed to break free from one chain, causing him to rip his hand completely off.
The blood was still leaving his arms, making the floor go redder, he didn't care though, and he could live without his limbs if that got him to Calleigh.
"Calleigh," he whispered, tears running down his already dirty and swollen cheeks. Swollen from tears, from crying in terror of losing her. He feared he already had. That right now she was lying somewhere he couldn't reach, where nobody would find her, dead.
He was starting to feel dizzy, he suspected as much from the loss of blood. He could no longer feel the pain, he felt only emptiness. As he sank down to the floor in the pool of his own blood he wondered if it was any point of fighting anymore. He most likely wouldn't get out of there at all.
"Calleigh," he again whispered, closing his eyes, curling up, trying to get warm. The thought of her and them helped slightly spite her message earlier he loved her dearly, and he most likely always would.
He shivered lightly for a while, then his body seemed to lie there, not moving, still his chest was moving up and down, slowly very, slowly, as the blood continuingly was being pumped out of his torn of arm.
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