To Love A Villain-Chapter 42: Torture

>>Amber

There's a hot pressure going through my body, my body seemed to sink in igniting lava, at the pit of a volcano.

I feel like it would burn, turn me to coal, leaving nothing behind. But then I felt a wave of coolness, taken out of the scorching heat, I was submerged into an ocean. Something was soothing me. It felt like someone was trying to save me from the scorching heat. Someone trying to bring me shade.

But then the pain took a different turn, it was as if the weight of the world was pressing down on me as I lay in darkness, threatening to crush every bone but then I felt it lift up. A momentary relief from the excruciating agony.

Everywhere was dark, nothingness everywhere. I couldn't feel anything, the darkness enveloped me like a thick blanket as I kept falling down, suffocating any semblance of light or warmth. Yet, within that abyss, a faint flicker of luminescence emerged, guiding me through the shadows and offering solace amidst the bleakness.

Numbness

Vacuum

I felt lost in space, like I couldn't feel anything, but then I felt like I was being ripped apart. I couldn't breathe. I was done for. Was this hell? Was I being punished? But then I felt the oxygen, it was like a tiny stream of it, making its way only to my mouth.

Only for me

My soul was being gnawed at, Sharp claws, several of them, trying to rip my very being. It was pure torture. Both physical and spiritual.

It was like my body was turning into blocks, then the blocks just fell apart in an ethereal white plain.

In an unknown dark abyss, I floated with nothing but the white outline of my body when a comet hit me. I was being deconstructed, then reconstructed. Torn apart, then glued together. My senses started to dull, the pain was making my mind go numb.

It was like everything but nothing at the same time.

Like being snatched of everything, then having millions of syringes being plunged into every part of my body by hands that I couldn't comprehend. Something was being poured into me, something that burned.

It wasn't supposed to be there. I couldn't handle it being there. It would destroy me. The hands, those fingers pressing the light into my veins needed to stop but did I have a body? I was paralyzed, I could see it, I could feel it. My eyes were wide like balls, it felt like they were crying but did I have tears?

I could not stop it.

But with my depleting sense of self, I felt something embrace me, trying to cool me down, trying to keep me from going insane.

It was like someone was trying to keep me alive.

Someone was making sure I didn't die, or cease to exist

***

>>Hael

She's still burning.

I had her on my bed in the magic tower. It was my space so I had it laced with many protective barriers. I sat on the edge of the bed, pouring my magic into her, trying to keep her alive.

Damn it, this is taking too much of my mana to sustain her. My breathing had gotten labored at this point. No wonders, the previous master died. This is sucking me up dry, it's like having my life forced straight from my soul being sucked up.

If this keeps on, both of us will die.

No,

I can't let this happen. She can't die, I won't let it happen.

She will not be leaving me again

***

>>Amber

As I slowly blinked my eyes open, I was greeted by the unfamiliar sight of a nice and bright room with a nice temperature. Confusion washed over me as I attempted to piece together the events of the last thing I was doing, but my memories felt distant and fragmented, like shards of a dream slipping through my fingers.

I dreamt about something... I think? I tilted my head, but I couldn't recall it right. I think I had a long nightmare, but at the same time I think it's better not to remember it.

My body ached with a dull, persistent soreness, as if I had been tossed and turned in a tumultuous sea of uncertainty. Every movement sent a jolt of discomfort coursing through me, a reminder of the mysterious ordeal I seemed to have endured.

Pushing myself upright, I surveyed my surroundings with growing unease. The room was devoid of any familiar landmarks or furnishings, its walls adorned with strange symbols and sigils that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

Where was I? How had I ended up here? The questions swirled through my mind like a whirlwind, but the answers remained elusive, taunting me with their elusiveness.

As I attempted to rise from the bed, my muscles protested with a sharp twinge of pain, as if rebelling against the notion of movement but the more I moved, the better they got.

What is happening?

I rubbed my eyes and looked around again

The room was big, spacious, full of net curtains in different parts of the room and... magic? I looked down at the bed and then around the circular room. It was clean and bright.

I managed to get up from the bed and look around. I've never seen this place. It's sort of pretty. There were shelves of potion, different magical ornaments,

An Abundance of sunlight was seeping in through the enormous windows along with a gentle breeze. It felt nice and I walked towards the open window which swayed the net curtains in the room, but the moment I reached it, I was stunned.

There stood a splendid view of the sky, clouds, and the whole city. The city that looked tiny from where I was standing.

My eyes went wide when I realized I was so high above the ground that I could even see the forest on the other side of the city, and it took me no time to realize where I was when I stood on the balcony.

OH! HOLY SHIT!

I'm in the magic tower?!?! I grabbed the brick railing and turned my head above to see what more was there. My heart beat rose and my body trembled as the realization set in that I was in the top most part of the tower.

I ran inside.

How? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was getting sick and falling in the cafe?! Why am I here?

I reached the center of the room and shot my head around.

This must be Hael's room. I looked at the door and rushed towards it without paying anything else any attention. Did Hael bring me here? Why?

I opened the door and noticed a few steps that led down to a magic lab. There were rows and rows of potions on the circular shelves, in the middle of the room was a tree stump that formed a sink. It was infused with magic.

I took a quick glance around. Is this place his private lab?

I ran towards the second door I found and opened it. Then stopped. The stairs there seemed like they were never ending, plus there was no railing, a person could fall to their death.

My God,

I gulped. I have to go, I can't afford to stay here. Especially not in Hael's private quarters.

I began to descend the stairs. They spiraled down but I couldn't see the end. It was at that moment I realized something. I wasn't wearing any shoes.

...

The shock came to me a bit too strong and I didn't even see if my shoes were around the bed or not. Hael's bedroom had a very nice wooden floor and his lab had clean and sleek marble on the ground but the stairs were rough.

They looked like no one had used them in ages. There was nothing I could do at this point though. I had to keep going down so I could reach the end and get out but it sure as hell was rough on my feet.

And the whole place was filled with magic.

I paused

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I looked around, since when have I been able to detect so much magic? I frowned. I barely have any mana, so I've never been good at mana detection or how much magic there is in the air.

Is it because this is the magic tower?

I started going down again and that's when I noticed a door that came along the stairs.

My mood immediately lifted up and I ran towards the door. Stopping for a second to catch my breath, I placed my hand on the door handle.

There were voices of people coming from in there, voices I did not recognize.

"Shouldn't they lend the saint to us?" I heard a man's voice.

"I agree, magic isn't enough to contain this problem." This was the voice of a female, and hearing that made me relax.

If there are people in the magic tower, they should be mages. No one except mages are allowed in the place after all, unless there's a guest.

I can ask for help from them! Since they're mages, they might not even use the stairs and that's why the stairs are so rough.

I turned the doorknob and opened the door, and it was only when I opened the door did I hear that familiar voice. A voice I recognized all too well

"It's fine if they don't give us the saint," It was Hael's voice, "I have a solution." The moment I opened the door, I saw five people who were standing around a meeting table turn their heads to look at me.

My soul left my body when four white robes looked at me who stood in front of each other in pairs.

OH My God, the arch mages!

The man wearing the black robe had his back to me, he turned his head around to smirk at me, "Good morning, My lady," His smile widened and his eyes softened, "How are you feeling now?"