Chapter 46
The Prince
He drifted in and out of a drug-filled haze, not knowing where or who he was. There was something important he needed to remember. Some one. But he couldn’t even remember his own name. At some point, he felt the rise and fall of being on a ship, but there was no reason he could think of for him to be on the water. Soon, the sensation passed as the drugs dragged him under. Maybe he would drown here.
There was pain.
So much pain he longed for the drugs they dosed him with. He would have begged for them if his voice worked and his mouth didn’t feel full of sand. They were his only reprieve from the torture.
Sleep. Sleep was all he wanted. There were times he prayed for death to take him. He’d call out to Altea to deliver him swiftly to the afterlife.
A flash of red would pass through his addled mind.
And that was enough for him to fight just a little longer.
In and out. Up and down.
Pain, pain, pain.
Then he would be pulled under again. Down, down, down into the darkness where sleep and sweet oblivion would claim him.