9

AMAYA

I wish I wouldn't have opened my mouth.

I don't care that my tongue feels like it's been ripped to shreds. All that matters is I could be blissfully fading away into nothing right now. Instead, I sucked down as much of the fresh water as I could. Even now, my tongue darts out to lick the drops trickling down from my hairline.

Desperation stole my death.

Now I'm failing my alpha. Would it have been easier to let this life go and allow Vincent to move on instead of slowing down the unstoppable crumbling of the walls I've erected between us? I don't know, but there's no choice now.

The barrier between our love and my anguish is failing. I'm failing him . It's all my fault. I shouldn't have drunk the water like the needy bitch my captors like to call me. I could have saved him from my pain.

My thirst is hardly quenched, but the life-threatening dehydration has been staved off by the brutal punishment they blasted my sensitive, abused flesh with. There were moments I thought my skin was peeling from my bones, but alas, I'm still in one piece. Well, one trembling, freezing piece with a horribly cramping stomach.

If I didn't know any better, I would think my heat was starting, but there's no desire in my new painful existence. With each intake of breath, the meager amount of water sloshes in my belly, and I swear I can hear it moving.

I wait and wait and wait for my body to give out, but my shaking and chattering teeth keep me semi-lucid. Sometimes I even force myself to shake more by tensing my muscles so I'll weaken faster.

I just want Vincent.

If I can't die, I just want to go home. I need my alpha and he needs me. I can feel his trembling in my soul too. Hopefully I'll wear out soon, so I can sink into our bond and leave this blinding, loud cell behind.

I would even settle for my cage at this point. Maybe then I could spare Vincent the abuse to my senses, because one thing is for certain, I'm losing the battle to keep him safe.

My one goal, and I've failed.

Now my alpha will suffer, and it's all my fault.