Shadow’s Heart (Devil’s Inferno MC #3)

Chapter Eleven

Wreck

I have no idea how long I’ve been here. Time means nothing to me anymore. All I know is beatings, torture, and pain. This guy isn’t fucking messing about; he’s fucking good at what he does, and if I had anything to confess, I’d have fucking done it by now, but unfortunately for me, I’ve got nothing to confess. So instead I’m stuck in an endless cycle of pain that, if it doesn’t stop soon, will eventually kill me. The body can only take so much before it gives out.

I don’t think I’ve ever been in as much pain as I am right now; breathing hurts. Pretty sure I’ve got some damage to my ribs. They’ve got to be either bruised, cracked, or broken; I just can’t tell because of the level of pain my body is currently in. My arms, legs, and torso are covered in cuts, all of which are different lengths, depths, and widths. He certainly had a good time trying out the damage various types of knives and other sharp instruments can do to the human body. I’ve taken so many hits to the head I’m surprised my brain is even still functioning. I definitely have a concussion, that much I can tell. Even with the pain I’m in. I’m hoping that’s the extent of the damage in my skull.

The last time he left, after another round of beating me until I could no longer hold my head up, he informed me that I had a couple of days reprieve from him as he was leaving on a job he couldn’t turn down, as much as he wanted to stay and make me suffer. I’m so fucking relieved he’s gone for now; hopefully some of my injuries will start to heal before I once again am at his mercy. He was rather excited about having me here to come back and torture, saying something about how he’ll take pleasure in eventually breaking me because of how well I’ve held out. Yeah, well, I’ve held out because I have nothing to fucking confess too. Not like that matters though. He doesn’t believe me for one minute.

I’ve given up all hope of being found and going home. I’m going to be this guy’s prisoner until I die. He’s going to carry on torturing me until my body finally gives out because I can’t give him what he wants. I can’t help the tears that start to flow down my face; as much as I physically hurt, it’s the emotional turmoil that’s going to be my downfall. The fact I’m never going to see Shadow again is soul-destroying. Never getting to witness his stupid antics that never fail to make me smile. Never seeing his smile that lights up whatever room he’s in. Never feeling his arms wrap around me in one of his amazing hugs. Never seeing his beautiful face again. The torture might be what will eventually kill me, but my soul will be destroyed well and truly before that happens.

Then there’s the thoughts of Dre. I’m never going to find out what happened to my brother. He may have been missing for longer than I ever expected, but I have never given up hope that I’d find him. That’s not going to happen when I die here, though; instead, my MC family is going to be the ones who eventually find him and have to tell him I’m gone. I know they’ll continue my search for him even with me dead; that’s just the type of people they are, and eventually I’ve got to believe they will find him and bring him home.

Staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing but hopelessness and so fucking alone. I give into the darkness that’s threatening to swallow me whole because at least in my sleep I can dream of better times, times I spent with Shadow, Dre, and everyone else I care about. Times where I was happy and didn’t have my impending death hanging over my head.