Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

Alec's death anniversary is the only time of the year I visit his grave

Not because I don't love Alec with all my heart but because remembering I am why he is dead kills me and fucks up my mind on a daily basis. If not for my mistake, Alec would still be alive. Sure, Alec would be then the one bonded to Angel, the one to fuck and love her, but he is worthy of Angel, especially after everything he did to protect me

I run my right palm against the cold surface of the headstone while promising to kill Azael for what he did to Alec-a promise that I make each year

"Flashback Reyes, 9 years old,**

Two years have passed since Azael took Alec and me to a strange building. Alec refers to it as a torture prison, while Azael calls it a medical facility. I agree with Alec; it is a prison. Azael takes blood samples from us at least once a week, and on our way to the examination room, we would sometimes see naked women and men full of scars and bruises. Whenever I ask Azael about them, I receive the same answer, 'They are being punished for breaking the rules.'

I know all about the rules and what would happen if any of them were broken

The first night in the strange building, Alec and I were told the rules of that place and the consequences of breaking them. They are fairly simple to follow, except for one to keep our rooms clean at all times

Alec and I learned fast to keep our room spotless. Especially after many harsh punishments

Tonight, I was taken to one of the examination rooms. When Azael came after me, I did not question why I was taken in the middle of the night, although Alec did ask. No reply was given

And now I am strapped to a strange table, my butt exposed and facing Azael. A finger touches me where it should not

"You have disobeyed me again," Azael clips as he pushes a finger inside my butt

Azael hates it when someone cries, but I can barely contain my tears of humiliation and anger. It is the first time Azael has done something like this, and it hurts. "I am sorry," I whimper, hoping Azael will stop whatever he is doing to my butt and punish me the usual way for having my room messy

Azael does something with his finger, causing me stabs of pain. I bite the interior of my cheek. "I know you are, but even so, you will be punished. Do you understand?" he sneers

"Yes."

"Good boy. Since the other method taught you nothing, tonight, I will

use another type of punishment. I usually do this to women, but I think it will be as effective on you as it is on them." Azael seems less angry

A punishment for women? It doesn't sound that bad

Azael removes the finger from my butt, and for a moment, I think I will be spanked with a belt. But then Azael picks up something from a nearby table and shows it to me. "Do you know what this is?"

"No," I reply as I look at a yellow root in the form of a thick thumb

"Ginger. Skinned ginger, to be more exact. And do you know what I will do with it?"

After living in the torture prison for so long and seeing many things, nothing surprises me, and everything can be used as a weapon or a torture device. "Please, don't. I have learned my lesson. I will always keep my room clean and tidy."

"After tonight, you will," Azael says as he pushes the ginger inside my butt

A moment later, my butt is on fire. My internal muscles clench around it, producing more pain. Tears fill my eyes. "It hurts. Please take it out."

Azael pets my hair. "I will. In the morning."

A loud whimper echoes along the walls as tears stream down my face. I don't think I will survive the pain until morning. It hurts so bad I want

to scream for Alec to come help me, but I know better than to do that and get Alec into trouble

I am about to plead with Azael again when the door opens, and Alec enters. His eyes are wide as he sees me. Anger flashes in his gaze a second later, and he attacks Azael

End of flashback

"Tt took me years to understand what Azael did to you that night. When he first raped you and made me watch," I relive the past. "And you were one of the many Azael abused. There was Callum and so many more that I don't remember their names or faces anymore."

My hand continues to slide along the cold stone. "Alekos, Stefan, and I found her. Our mate." I let out a bitter laugh. "She is not only our mate but our hellstar. She is...amazing. The only woman that managed to ensnare me. If you were still alive, she would have been yours since you were the oldest, and it was your right to become Alekos' right hand, but...I love her."

Alec would have loved Angel with all his soul. And would have never hurt her. Not the way my blood-brothers and I did

It was not only by chance that Stefan, Alekos, and I met in college

Alekos' family is one of the richest in the city. Strong demons always seemed to choose the men born in the Raptou family, and most of them eventually became Elders. I come from a long line of servants; my family's role is to serve the Elders and their families. My father worked

for one of the Elders as well, up until Alec and I were sold to AzaelContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After that, my father worked hard to become one of the assassins, changing my future for the better. Instead of becoming one of the staff for a Lord's family, I learned how to kill. And I am pretty good at it

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