Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

Chapter 158

Alec's death anniversary is the only time of the year I visit his grave

Not because I don't love Alec with all my heart but because remembering I am why he is dead kills me and fucks up my mind on a daily basis. If not for my mistake, Alec would still be alive. Sure, Alec would be then the one bonded to Angel, the one to fuck and love her, but he is worthy of Angel, especially after everything he did to protect me

I run my right palm against the cold surface of the headstone while promising to kill Azael for what he did to Alec-a promise that I make each year

"Flashback Reyes, 9 years old,**

Two years have passed since Azael took Alec and me to a strange building. Alec refers to it as a torture prison, while Azael calls it a medical facility. I agree with Alec; it is a prison. Azael takes blood samples from us at least once a week, and on our way to the examination room, we would sometimes see naked women and men full of scars and bruises. Whenever I ask Azael about them, I receive the same answer, 'They are being punished for breaking the rules.'

I know all about the rules and what would happen if any of them were broken

Chapter 158

The first night in the strange building, Alec and I were told the rules of that place and the consequences of breaking them. They are fairly simple to follow, except for one to keep our rooms clean at all times

Alec and I learned fast to keep our room spotless. Especially after many harsh punishments

was taken to one of the examination rooms. When Azael came after me, I did not question why I was taken in the middle of the night, although Alec did ask.

strange table, my butt exposed and facing Azael. A finger

clips as he pushes

is the first time Azael has done something like this, and it

something with his finger, causing me stabs of pain. I bite the interior of my cheek. "I

"Yes."

the other method taught you

another type of punishment. I usually do this to women, but I think it will be as effective on you as it is on

It

removes the finger from my butt, and for a moment, I think I will be spanked with a belt. But then Azael picks up something from a nearby table and

I look at a yellow root in the form of a

Skinned ginger, to be more exact. And do you

torture prison for so long and seeing many things, nothing surprises me, and everything can be used as a weapon or a torture device. "Please, don't. I have learned my

you will," Azael says as he pushes the ginger inside my

it, producing more pain.

"I will. In

echoes along the walls as tears stream down my face. I don't think I will survive the pain until morning. It hurts

come help me, but I know better than to

and Alec enters. His eyes are wide as he sees me.