A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter 1.
WARNING: OOC, LANGUAGE, LEMON, LIME, ANGST
Chapter 5: Sustain Me
Argilla awoke. She looked around and saw that she was on a bed.
Was…was it all a dream…?
She tried to sit up but she couldn't as she felt an intense and sharp pain all around her body, most especially on her elbow. She looked at it and saw that it was in a splint. She blinked. There were splints on her…
There were a total of three.
She gritted her teeth and lay back down. She groaned; even the back of her head hurt.
"Don't do that."
A voice spoke to her.
She blinked and saw him…
Him…
Heat…
She hated him. She turned her gaze away, "What do you want?"
"To see you suffer."
She frowned, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the wall, "Then what's keeping you? Why are you treating my wounds?"
"You'll see…" he replied cryptically.
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It had been a few days now. She sat up on the bed with a heavy heart. Why wasn't Serph coming for her…? Gale…Cielo…? Where were they…? Didn't they worry about her?
She tensed as she felt arms around her…
She closed her eyes as she felt his hands wandering all around her bare torso…
It had been the same…He would come for her in the dead of the night…in order for her to please him…
She had resisted of course…but she could only do so much with her limbs broken…
And then…he had told her of the sharp pain at the back of her neck…
Flashback
"You shouldn't do that…" he told her.
She growled at him, "What the hell do you care?"
He laughed; "There's an explosive at the base of the back of your neck." he deadpanned. He took in her shocked expression and there he sat in front of her, stroking her face affectionately, "It'll explode and kill you. It's an invention that Gale came up with…It's used for spies…to dispose of them when they had served their purpose…It's a cute little thing…It's very small. But it's enough to kill you…I lodged one there at the base of your neck…So, if you want to be in one piece, don't do anything stupid."
He smiled and touched her face soothingly, "When you leave this room…and by some fluke go beyond the blue wall, it'll explode…"
She winced at that.
"You see…you're not allowed to get any farther than what I had arranged for you…This little bugger," he said, touching her scar at the base of her neck, "has a small tracking device…Ingenious eh?"
She said nothing and he continued, "That's why you should make like a good little bitch and wait for daddy to come home hm?" he asked condescendingly.
Her eyes burned with utter disgust and hatred for him.
"Don't try to dig it out or remove it. It'll explode. So…don't."
She gritted her teeth, "What do you want?"
He laughed, "Aren't you getting tired of asking that?"
She let out a shaking breath, angry, "Give me a god damn straight answer."
He looked at her again, "I want you…"
With those cryptic words, he kissed her.
End Flashback
The prick. He was so despicable.
He had done…all that against her…and all the while, he still hadn't told her everything…
Her thoughts were cut short as he spoke, "Relax…It's just you and me…" he told her seductively.
She closed her eyes feeling annoyed at the arousal that was growing within her.
She hated him, yes…but she hated her body even more.
Her body had recognized his and had responded accordingly to his kisses…
"Why Heat…? Why…?"
A moment later, he was off of her and now stood in front of her, "You shall sustain me…"
She blinked; what was he talking about?
"You are the reason I am here…I am suffering for your crimes woman." he told her with dead eyes; not angry…but sad and desperate.
"I've found you…You are the cause of everything. And because of that, you shall keep me sane…until God has decided to free me from this place…"
She growled, "How would God forgive you if you do these things?!" she yelled angrily.
He shook his head, "You are not God to decide that." he paused and then continued, glaring at her, "You were mine in our last life Argilla…Mine…"
She was taken aback, "Y-yours…?"
He nodded and pulled her to her feet, "You were mine…You are still mine…It's my right…It is your obligation to me…"
She gave him a disgusted look, "Then why go about all these theatrics Heat?"
It was then that his hold on her tightened, "You betrayed me woman…That's the reason we're rotting here…All because of you." he finished with sheer anger, his voice low and dangerous.
He then shoved her on the bed again, "You would never again leave this place…Only I will see you now…"
"But the others…"
"They would not look for you any longer…You had been deemed dead…"
She paled and he grinned, "Only I will come to know of you…"
"You would be forgotten…Only I will remember you…You will sustain me…You will keep me sane." he told her.
"Gee, I think I fail in that last department Heat, considering you're already crazy!!" she finished with a shout.
He laughed, "Maybe…"
He suddenly grabbed her wrist. She winced as he gripped her still recuperating joint. She stiffened as she was met with a knife. She froze.
What…what was he doing…?
He smirked and there, without taking his eyes off her, made a smooth cut on her arm, near her wrist. She hissed in pain.
Widening his grin, with his eyes glinting murderously, maniacally…he brought her arm close to his face…
She saw the wound that he had made. Her blood was oozing profusely from the cut…And there, her blood ran cold as she watched her macabre lover sniff her blood…She gasped as his lips found her wound, suckling on it roughly.
She yelped and pulled at her arm but his grip was strong…
Soon, she began to feel lightheaded as he continued to suckle her wound, lapping up her blood…She threw her head back and moaned…
He was right…Her blood was the purest thing that he had ever tasted…Never bitter or salty…but sweet…
As sweet as honey itself…
He loudly groaned in sheer pleasure as he felt her sweet nectar flow down within his throat effortlessly…Oh how he wished he could remain there…forever…
Her blood was driving him to the dark embrace of intoxication…He couldn't get enough of her…and so, he snaked an arm around her petite bare waist, pulling her tightly against him.
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She cried as he took her again…
He had not answered all of her questions…But now, he didn't need to.
All was clear…
He blamed her. He hated her…for what she had done. Granted she remembered nothing…But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was hated and because of that hatred, she was paying for it…She was suffering.
She now knew why he took care of her…
He fed her and gave her a quaint room to live in…He had treated her wounds…
Why…?
He wanted her to be perfectly beautiful…He wanted her to be the woman in his dreams…in his fantasy…so that when he deemed it, he may be able to tarnish her…
He would heal her wounds only to inflict them again…
He would treat her broken bones and wait until they were healed until he would break them again…
He loved her beauty…He loved everything about her…But what was more, was that he loved destroying those beautiful things about her…
He wanted her to be perfect so that he may enjoy and relish in the sadistic feel of marring that beauty…of scarring her flawless flesh…of besmirching her very soul and shattering her strong-willed spirit…
She felt his hatred from within his touches and kisses…but at the same time, she felt affection from him…He loved her, didn't he? But he hated her too…
And now, as she writhed in pain beneath him, she cried…Her body just wanted to give up and die…
She was shaken from her thoughts as she felt him bury himself within her, up to the hilt…And then, they remained perfectly still…His climax had come…She felt his seed rush within her. And along her skin and her back ran, dripped and trickled her blood…
Yes…he had clawed her and cut her more than usual tonight…And now, her chest and arms contained his fingernail marks…as well as the suave cuts of a precise knife…
What was she to live for now…? Her world had crumbled from the time that he had told her that she was no longer missed…That no one cared anymore…
She continued to sob beneath him as she thought of it…She was just under their noses but none of her trusted comrades could help her.
They all believed that she was dead…
And now, no matter how much she screamed or yelled, no one would hear her. Her cries and pleas would fall upon the cold wall.
She would be forever caged…isolated.
And he alone would be her company. He would be the only one who would listen to her desperate cries. He would the only one who would see her broken form…
He who loathed and loved her.
Just as the gods had condemned them, sinners, unto this place, this Purgatory, Heat had condemned her and had imprisoned her…
It was just a vicious cycle with no end…He wanted revenge…He wanted revenge for his fate…and his punishment. In order to ease his loneliness and his burden, he had decided to make her suffer…to take it out on her…
She hiccupped as she knew it within her heart…that what he had accused her of had been true…
Then, knowing that, she began to believe, little by little…that maybe…
'Maybe…I do deserve this…' she thought dully, letting her tears flow down the side of her face carelessly.
What did it matter what she thought or felt anyway…? She was there in hell because it was she who had sent Heat to purgatory…
'Just what I deserve…' she thought again, trailing off.
'Just…retribution…'
A moment after calming down, Heat had his body settle itself upon hers, his face on her chest. He nuzzled his face against her chest lovingly, affectionately, letting his face be smeared with her warm crimson blood…
He smelled her; her amorous scent coupled with her sweet blood…He didn't know how to describe it…Her mixed scent, her mixed fragrance was exquisite. He sighed as he listened to her heart beating.
He listened to her heart beating, yes…but he listened intently to more than that. He could hear her sobbing…
He smiled, closing his eyes happily.
Now…she felt what he felt…
Now, she knew what it was like to have her pleas and her cries ignored by the higher power. Now she knew what it felt like to be trapped. To be suddenly hurled to a universe that she knew nothing about.
And because she felt that way now, feeling the ever pervading desperation, he no longer felt it…
She had taken his malady from him and had taken it upon herself…
Before, it had been him who had been suffering from this assiduous atrophy…But now…it would be her. She would continue to diminish…She would continue to deteriorate in his place.
She would keep him sane…by sacrificing her own sense of sanity…giving it to him…
But he would be there for her.
He would provide her with the strength to carry on…and then…again watch blissfully as she would once more deteriorate…
Perhaps he would give her false hope of setting her free…?
Who knew…?
It would all depend on his mood anyway…
He sighed; this was the way he was to feel always…
And if there came a time that she would finally give up, he would have her shackled to the room. The mind was predictable…most especially hers.
When she would deem that she would no longer be able to take it, she would most probably kill herself…
No…
He'd never let her do that.
He would do everything and anything he could to keep her alive. For if she were to die, it wouldn't be by her decision, nor would it be by her hand. It would be by his consent and by his hand. He and he alone reserved that right.
He nuzzled the side of his face against her soft and smooth breasts as he once more felt nothing but pleasure within her arms…
There was no question about it…
He hated her. He hated her with a passion that would challenge even the most devout believers of religion. But at the same time…
He loved her.
He was in love with her…
This was the only way to balance both hate and love, he deemed. This was the only way for him to have both worlds…Whenever they would make love, it would serve two purposes. He would make love to her because he loved her…and at the same time, he would scar her and hurt her because he hated her…
It was confusing to some, but made perfect sense to others…
Perhaps she was right…Maybe he was crazy…
But he didn't believe that.
He was perfectly sane in his opinion.
Now, having her with him…totally at his mercy…now, as she understood what she was to him, Purgatory seemed…bearable…
And it was all because of her…
She made it bearable…
He chuckled.
And because of what she made him feel, he would never again let go of her…The world had already forgotten all about her and he wouldn't have it any other way…
She would never betray him again…
He would be the one man in her life…He would be the one whom she would love…and please. He would be the only one who would condemn her. The only one who would be her savior…
He would be her everything.
Her husband, her lover, her friend…her enemy…her tormentor…her executioner…
He sighed in contentment as he thought about it.
And now…because of her, his sanity would remain in tact…
"Thank you…"
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FIN
