CHAPTER 65

Melissa's POV
Killian looked so torn. And no, I'm not talking about the cuts in his flesh or the splits in his cloth. I'm talking about his inner man. One look at him and you would easily conclude that he's accepted his fate—he had accepted his death, but yet, along with the look of a man who is torn, is the look of triumph. You'd look into his eyes and you'd see fulfillment and acceptance, not even an iota of regret or fear.
Despite all the torture he had gone through, he was still head bent on keeping shut on all the questions he was asked. With every stroke of the whip he received, I felt the pain with him and for as many times he died, I died with him.
This is shocking coming from a girl who has never felt pity, I know.
As I stood and watched the suffering he had to endure for love, I couldn't help but pity the man. His eyes were shallow and filled with accomplishments and I think that was what provoked Jason all the more.
"Tighten his neck cuff " Jason yelled to the guards before he landed a final blow on Killian's stomach and trotted away along with his father. I stood and looked at Killian and the thing that came to my head was to stand on my tiptoes and hug the clot of blood that was all over his body. He winced as he tried to adjust his body to the discomfort he found himself in. The neck cuff was too tight, I know and as he strained to let it off a bit, it further latched onto his neck skin and choked him all the more. His eyes widened and almost budged and before I knew what was happening, his eyes were closing and his legs turned to jelly. Even the chain and the iron used to fasten his leg to firmness couldn't hold him—he dropped on his knee.
"Killian '' I shouted and rushed to his side. His eyes were still barely open when I got to his side and his pulse was dwindling but he wasn't dying, that much I know. "Quick, get me a bowl of water, a clean towel, a first aid box, and some pain killers' ' I shouted to the guard but he wouldn't obey me. He looked rather scared than unwilling. "I'd kill you with my bare hands before Jason comes if you don't do as I say, this minute" I shouted to the reluctant guard and before I knew it, he was back with the items I requested. "Bolt the door from inside and come help me"
He obeyed this time without any form of unwillingness, just like me it was obvious he pitied Killian.
Don't get me wrong, I felt pity for Killian but I know he deserved all the pain he got and probably more. I thought about the damage he caused to my father and that alone almost made me smack the rod close to me on his head, but the look on his face wouldn't let me. I look at him and see the guy that has come through for me these past few days. He had been such a sweet guy and I think that was what made me for him. Jason and my father had clearly never treated me like a woman. Scratch that, no man had ever treated me as a girl. It will be safe to say they were all scared of me. The closest males to me other than Jason and father were Darl and Ian, Jason's friends, and even they never for once treated or looked at me as a girl.
Killian was the only one that made me feel like that—made me feel like a woman. He would help me with my various assignments with the sole excuse that women are not supposed to do those work. Left to Jason and my father, I'd be doing ten times more of that.
I removed the neck cuff from his neck and after cleaning him up and dressing his wounds as subtly as I could for my dad and Jason, not to notice, I had the guard help me sit him down on the floor to prevent his knee and legs would all the more before asking the guard to return the items to its former position and just sat and watched him.
If like forever before he finally opened his eyes and for all the time he was unconscious, I never left his presence.
"Melissa" he called me groggily.
"Killian" I called not moving from the spot where I sat down on an iron-carved chair.
"You ....must really hate... me.... right?" He asked, his bloodshot eyes raising slightly to meet mine.
"Yes, I do" I swiftly answered "but if there's one thing I feel more than hate for you right now, it is pity" he hung his head low.
"Well, I don't want you to pity me," he said.
"Of course, you didn't ask me to. You just look it, so pitiable"
"For someone who claims to feel pity for me, you sound rather too hostile"
"And for someone who claims to not want pity, you sound quite the opposite" I stood up from my seat and walked up to him. "Tell me, why did you do it?"
"I felt like it was the right thing to do. Someone had to stop your father from all his evil acts"
"And that person had to be you?"
"No, that person... Those persons had to be Asher and Maya. I was only going to be a too"
"Maya? What does Maya have to do in all of this?"
"You'd know when the time comes Mel"
I crouched down to his eye level "who is she? The girl you were always texting? The one Jason saw your messages with"
"Her name is Edna..." He said her name with so much care and gentleness, his whole body obviously lit up as he probably reminisced on their memory. He had this sudden glow in all of his features "She's my mate. And she loves me. But I wasn't unable to tell her just how much I love her too before that dickhead brother of yours, took my phone away"
I don't know what angered me most between the fact that he said he loved her—Edna or that he called my brother a dickhead. Before I could stop myself, I nodded his nose, and a satisfying sound of it cracking filled my ears.
He smirked. The douchebag fucking smirked.
"Again, for someone who claims to pity me, you act rather hostile," he said this time widening his grin. More gushed out from the cut on his nose.
"You know I really do like you" I left out a pitiful laugh that was much directed to myself. "I liked you so much Kills, I was two feet away from confessing my feelings to you...and I trusted you too"
"I never asked you to"
"I know... And that is why I'm glad that I didn't completely make a fool of myself"
"What do you mean?"
"It was all me. I told Jason about my suspicions" he didn't say anything but his look urged me to continue so I went on. "I saw you that night. I saw you stand up from where we all sat and I went after you. I saw you go inside one of the private sectors but when you returned and Jason asked about your whereabouts, you lied that you were in the bathroom. So I told Jason about it and he promised to investigate more...."
"Bravo... You did great! I would have clapped for you but you see, my hands are bounded"
"And so would your neck if you don't shut the fuck up" I snapped
"Oh, feisty. I like you" he smirked again.
"You are lucky I like you, Killian".
"Is that so?" Even in his state, he still arched a brow.
"Hmmm" I reply with a nod.
"Then prove it"
"Who said I give two fucks for liking you?" That question was supposed to be rhetorical but Killian answered.
"At least you give a fuck. So why not let me loose?"
I turned to look at him, I probably didn't hear right.
"What did you say, Killian?" I let the tip of my tongue stay on the corner of my lower lip.
"I said you should prove that you like me"
"Oh, I should kiss you then?" I pouted my lips to him and circled my finger in some strand of my hair.
"I'll pass," he scoffed.
"Oh well then, what do you want?"
"Free me. Help me escape"
"Like the hell, I would. Why should I help you escape?"
"Because you like me and you have nothing to lose"
"And what do I stand to gain"
"You'd be on Asher and Maya's good side. They might spare you"
"You are delusional if you think I'd actually do that. I wouldn't betray my family just to be on the good side of some puppets"
He looked like he was going to say something but he sealed his mouth when Jason and my father and Coleman, the beta, walked into his cell. Jason walked over to me while father and beta Coleman passed through to the side of the cell.
"Guess what Mel?" Jason said, draping his hand over my shoulder.
"I can't guess. What is it? I said almost irritably
" I've got the perfect idea to bring Asher and Maya to the pack…or just Maya" Jason said and Killian craned his neck to hear more. "Oh don't worry spy boy, you can hear all you want but trust me, you won't be able to relate any of the issues discussed to Asher ever again!"
Jason moved further to Killian with a keen interest in a particular part of his body…..Killian's neck!
"How did you take off the choker I had around your neck?" Jason asked.
"I removed it," I replied.
"Why?"
"Because I figured we'll be needing him and that stuff was going to kill"
"Well, I don't care," Jason said.
"Well you should, what else would you use as bait to get Maya and Asher, huh?"
"Yeah right! You are a genius, Mel! I never thought about that " he said with bliss.
"I thought as much," I replied to him with a glint of pride.
Killian made a tsk sound and both Jason and I directed our attention to him.
"What's so funny?" Jason asked.
"You are my friend, are funny and pathetic" Killian spat out and I could visibly see smoke ooze out of Jason's ears. "I mean isn't it obvious who took the choker off? My hands are bound. I can barely move my fingers as it and you ask me who the choker off?....joker!"
I was expecting Jason to pounce on him but he did no such thing. He laughed and laughed so hard but suddenly his laugh died down and was replaced by a spiteful expression.
"Bring in the recorder and the torture box" Jason yelled.
"What recorder?"
"We are going to make a video of him while I torment him and send it to his sweet lovely Edna and right after give Asher a call. She told you she likes surprises in one of your messages right? Well, I have just the right one for her '' Jason said and landed a heavy blow on Killian's face. Although I was a bit far from where Killian was, I heard the sound of his bone cracking. He looked up with blood all over his face and then spit out the blood in his mouth on Jason's face. Then he said…"fucking leave Edna out of this"
The guard that had gone to bring in the recorder came in and mounted it. When I was sure it had started recording, I collected some of the whips and pliers and began to torture Killian with them.
And there might be an ulterior motive for doing so. I wanted to make Edna suffer as much pain as I felt.
Hopefully, the pain she feels from watching her lover suffer equates the pain I felt from hearing the man I love say he loves her instead.