[right][sub][color=cecece][i]DAY 000[/i][/color] [color=af4052]◆[/color] [color=cecece][b]C H A P T E R  O N E[/b][/color][/sub][/right][table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/PYIh453.jpeg[/img][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]

[color=dimgray]Pain was pleasure, in this eternal nightmare.

He woke up thrice more in the night writhing in pain, The Harlot was a brutal mistress and quite demanding of one thing only. Total subjugation to her will, that is what she required so every day and night under the blade, burning or nought Alex continued to push through. Gritting his teeth and baring his fangs in defiance to her as she tried to break him, tonight was just another repeat of the nightmares from the day before. His body was marred by the torture and conditions, wiggling on his small cot bed in what could be described a cold and decrepit dungeon Alex held on. In his heart while heavy and tormented he knew she was coming, some way and somehow Elowen would blast the cell doors off it's hinges.

That day has yet to come, but those bells would toll soon. Sitting upright in the darkness, he tried to shake off the doubt and pain of yesteryear. The feeling of Buvelle had faded, his neck was collared with a suppressing device of some sorts developed by the Harlot and her vicious army of cultists. Had he been able to do that in the first place this place would be turned into a hellish domain that Buvelle would enjoy as they tore up the place, but that was not the case. Alex was actually to starting to miss Buvelle, the cheeky bastard but he was still within him. Alex was the host, and Buvelle was dormant. The collar was always cold, a metal or alloy he didn't know and couldn't break - he tried, but to no avail.

Finally pushing himself up from his seated position he looks up to the cold iron bars in the wall, a tiny slit for view to the outside to which he could barely see. The moon set the scene in the sky as moonlight bled into the cell he could look over and out to the industrial complex that was sprawling on the outside, atleast there was an outside to this god forsaken place. Planning escapes or breaking out weren't Alex's thing especially when he was being given a hefty dose of fuck you from the Harlot and her goons day in and day out, his hands easily rested on the cold lime walls of his cell as he thought and reflected on today and himself. Steeling his wits for the next day of pain that would surely come.

[color=f26522][i]Where are you, Elowen Sloane?[/i][/color]
 
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