Page 4 of My Dark Obsession
“Amaaaayaaa!” It screeched.
I didn’t know who Amaya was. I didn’t know why I was hurt; I didn’t know where I was.
And so I floated and floated in utter agony as I wished for death to sing his song and summon my soul.
Unless I was already dead.
“Amaaaayaaa!”
I was Amaya. I was Amaya and the cold churning now pulling at my stomach had my heart hammering in terror. Was I dead? Had I left my boys?
Shit, they were all alone with him.
Lyal, that bastard had killed me.
Well death could fuck off!
Elyas and Elfyn needed me, and Lyal, I was going to kill that fucker.
I fought against the numbness, constantly picturing my boys’ faces in my mind to stay alert.
I screamed with my teeth smashed together against the pain in my body and swore to rip death’s face apart if I didn’t get back to them.
But it was pointless, because no matter how much I fought, the numb took over.
And I floated.
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‘New Era-Era Novum’
Amaya
Agony. I was in utter agony. Everything hurt, even my damn toes hurt. That was one hell of a beating. The last thing I remembered was seeing Lyals foot come towards my face before everything went black. I must have passed out.
The cold hard ground beneath me did nothing to soothe the aches that covered my entire body. I tried to force my eyes open, but they were swollen shut and sealed with something sticky. I assumed dry blood. I lifted my aching arm to pick away at the stuck lashes, but my muscles screamed at me from the movement.
I sucked in a deep breath, choked on a little blood, forced my arm up and ripped the layer of gunk from my eyes, and in the process tore out all ofmy eyelashes.
I’m pretty sure the sound that left me was more donkey like then human but shit it hurt!
I opened my eyes as wide as they could go, which was about a centimetre at best, and tried to take stock of my body.
My ribs were on fire, my head throbbed, my arm wouldn’t move properly and I’m pretty sure my left toe was dislocated as well as my hearing being muffled. Oh, and I think I was missing a few teeth. So all in all, pretty good.
Grunting in acknowledgement of this being not as bad as I thought, I squinted at the ceiling; the black charred wood looked out of place for the basement.
I grunted again as I lifted my arm once more and pinched the skin surrounding my eye to force it open more.
I definitely wasn’t in the basement.
The roof was a burnt unstable wood that creaked and whined above me. I lifted my head slightly and saw that the walls were a soot covered stone. No furniture was in sight in this small dark shack.
Where the actual fuck was I?
Had Lyal thought he killed me and then dumped my body here?
That bastard.
