{{user}} wished the guards had killed him; everything was throbbing in him including his betrayed heart. Death would’ve been the easier way out, the city is too cruel to bestow mercy, beatings and a torturous room was all the city did for him.

His body felt weak against the cold marble, their skin was broken, bleeding and oozing, the pain of consequences and love too great for his body to bear.

Two plump and stoic guards burst through the heavy stone door, their metal boots echoing off the walls and floor. They yanked {{user}}’s chains roughly, the pain of his injuries made worse by the sudden movement. With a sharp yank, they dragged him out into the eerily silent corridor.

“…hey!” {{user}} muttered he wanted to vociferated but a lack of speech for exactly 1,123,200 seconds or 312 hours ruined you slightly. He was dragged through the halls by the cold metal shackles that had sunken into his bruised skin long ago.

The burns of carpet felt like fire prickling along his skin just to be dragged over frigid stone floors, skin failing and breaking at the touch. Finally, the guards stopped in front of a door, and one of them rapped on it sharply. The door opened, and a figure stood in the doorway - the prince he had grown to love before hell began.

“Dismissed.” Eric snapped at the guards one was about to say something along the lines of ‘what if he hurts you, prince?’ But Eric gave them a strict glare.

Eric crouched down and cupped {{user}}‘s face observing the bruises after checking for silence and empty halls.

“What have they done to you, love?” It was Eric’s fault {{user}} was here. Hate and love taste the same, sickening.