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The chains cannot contain his voice.
It permeates the air in agonizing screams. With hands attached to broken limbs, he pulls against the chains with everything he can, tearing apart the tendons in his arms.
She cannot be gone, she can't. Every last inch of his sanity is squeezed and pressed in the darkness empty of his princess.
Blood is everywhere, his blood. The stench does not stop his calling and pulling for her. He yearns for his princess.
Her gentle hands on his face is the only thing that calms the storm within him. The demon continues to chant her name above her calling his.
His princess caresses his face, slowly removing the blindfold. He hears her when she gasps in horror at the sight of his lost eye and torn flesh.
His princess holds him to her as she weeps. Despair grips his being, knowing that he is unable to comfort her with the security of an embrace. She runs her hands through his pitch hair, most likely trying to savor what would soon be nonexistent. He is no fool. He will die tomorrow.
He kisses his princess softly, using the only comfort he knows how to bring. He can taste the salt and dewy skin of her cheeks as his lips travel the familiar path of her face.
The desire comes naturally to him, he supposes. When she holds him to her chest, he begins to suck. This is the last night he will ever spend with her, and the despair and anger will not stop him from offering himself to her fully before his body is taken from him.
His princess holds the demon desperately, tears still falling and soft sobs filling the space where pleasure and passion used to reside. His insides twist and shake, pain and despair creating a void in his soul. He wants nothing more than to hold her in his arms when they fall into ecstasy.
How desperately he longs to run his hands through her hair and feel her heart beat rapidly under his palm. He whispers words in her ear, tears brimming in his eye that would only reflect her. His princess.
He tells her everything he had never spoken, taboo words that should never be said by one such as him. How much she means to him.
How much he loves her.
They remain this way until she is dragged away again, his desperate gaze following after her until he closes his eye again. His world is void. But as long as his heart belongs to her, that part of him would always remain.
Even though he is a prisoner, she still belongs to him.
Her love is his, and his alone.