Revenge Deal With The Devil-Chapter 122: TORTURE

Amelia opened her right eyes trying to peek when she noticed that the sound was fading away but ended up opening her two eyes hurriedly as she noticed that there were not any beat there instead it was Silva that carried a red haired woman who dangled on his shoulder.

Amelia brows furrowed questionably, she had always known that Silva had intended to destroy Ophelia and Damon’s relationship several but why was he carrying Ophelia like that and most important of all did Damon know that Ophelia was here with Silva, Amelia would not have worried much but the atmosphere did not seem to be like a friendly visit at all so she decided to trail behind them.

Finally, Silva stopped at a run down cottage and opened the door looking left and write before entering inside, Amelia quickly slipped in before he could shut the door.

Entering into the cottage, Amelia felt her jaw drop to the ground unable to come back up due the refined state of how the inside was, it looked like the mansion of an ancient ruler.

But why was Silva here and why was there need to use the cottage as a disguise.

Seeing that there was nothing much she could do, Amelia trailed behind them while admiring the walls and the paintings around.

By the time Silva stopped it was in front of a door, he placed his hands on the door turning the knob slowly, Amelia stretched her neck trying to see what inside the room and when she did, her heart started bearing uncontrollably fast as she could not imagine what she was seeing currently.

It was the same dungeon she had seen in her dreams, the one in which the woman was tortured repeatedly, could it be that, Amelia eyes widened at the thought as she threw a glance at Silva then at the unconscious Ophelia.

She never believed Silva to be such a person, could it be that he had purposefully approached Ophelia to train her and learn her weakness for a day like this, no, maybe it was jist a misunderstanding, Amelia debated in her head with the first opinion gaining the upper hand.

Silva threw Ophelia roughly into the cell, before dragging a stool over and sitting on it, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up using his fire magic taking a long drag of the stick.

After what seemed like hours, Ophelia finally released a groan of pain, "What the hell happened?!" She cursed holding her head trying to recollect what had happened to her, "Why don’t you try and guess?" Silva said making Ophelia raise her head up in shock, "You! but why?" Ophelia asked unwilling to believe that it was someone she trusted so much that would pull such a trick on her.

"Why? Let’s say I want something from my brother and you know it." Silva said standing up from his stool as he dragged a huge chunk of his cigarette before going closer to Ophelia and letting everything out on her face.

"If you think I would ever betray Damon, you can dream on." Ophelia said sitting down properly as she looked as cold as ever with determination in her eyes, she was sure and very sure she would not betray the only man that had made her have a closer connection with her heart and made her feel like she was also living in the world and not some object or tool to get what you want.

Amelia watched Ophelia look back at Silva with admiration in her eyes, she wondered at that time what had gave Ophelia the courage to do such, even despite the tortures she was still able to remain steadfast and not say a word about anything that could harm Damon.

Amelia suddenly remembered that at the end, Ophelia killed herself if that was true and it happened then who was the woman that almost killed her at the cliff that day, could it have been an impostor, Amelia shook that thought off as she felt that Damon would know if it was another person that was pretending to be his mate and would punish the person equally, but there was this nagging feeling in her heart that told her otherwise.

Silva burst into an evil laughter hearing Ophelia say that as he stood up straight throwing his head backwards, "My dear I had already anticipated that you would say that, that is why I prepared something special for you." Silva said before pressing a button by the cell wall that rang an alarm and men dressed in with immediately stepped in with tool boxes in their hands, they looked ready for action.

Amelia looked back and forth the men and Silva unable to believe he would do such, in Amalia’s memories he was always the sweetest guy ever and would never even hurt a fly and yet here he was arranging torture for the woman he claimed to love, the thought alone sent shivers in Amelia’s spine, she could not believe it at all, she never in her wildest imagination pictured him to be this heartless before.

Silva gestured to the men and they all lined up strolling into the cell one by one and then the torture began while Silva stood there watching puffing his cigarette with an evil smirk on his face looking satisfied as to what was happening.

Amelia winced when she saw the torture in which Ophelia was going through, but it was not because of the sympathy she had for her, it was because she started feeling tremendous pain in her arm, and it was killing her, she held her arm wondering what was going on, and when a whip landed on Ophelia’s back, Amelia felt a sharp pain on her back, she started sweating in pain as she began to notice that everywhere Ophelia was hit, she would feel pain in that place too, but why was she feeling the pain of someone else torture, what could be happening.