Chapter 85 Chapter 85: Lost Soul "Ami, don't be afraid, I...
Second Hospital.
Amiya's consciousness floated in chaos, as if trapped in an endless dream.
He was surrounded by a pitch-black sea, the water was thick and cold, like countless invisible hands, tightly wrapped around his body, dragging him towards the abyss bit by bit.
Countless broken limbs and arms floated in the Black Sea, and blood filled the water, dyeing the darkness red but unable to illuminate anything.
Those pale hands stretched out from all directions, their fingertips icy cold, like the call of death.
They grabbed his ankles, wrists, and neck, pulling them down as if to devour him completely.
Amiya's breathing became increasingly difficult. The water from the Black Sea seemed to pour into his lungs, and the sticky, suffocating feeling made it almost impossible for him to think.
The body was being torn apart, and the flesh and blood seemed to be completely crushed by the darkness.
There were countless sounds in my ears, whispers, roars, screams, mixed together to form a maddeningly familiar noise.
This is not the first time, and perhaps not the last.
Sometimes Amiya would long to jump into the sea, as if that would bring an end to everything - was that his thought?
I don't know, maybe.
Maybe not.
Perhaps it was just the allure of those hoarse, mocking whispers that tempted him.
The voices were shouting, repeating the same words:
“Die…die…”
They seemed to come from the depths of the Black Sea, and also seemed to ring directly from his mind, unable to be shaken off or escaped.
Amiya wanted to struggle and shout, but his body seemed to no longer belong to him.
His consciousness sank into darkness, as if he could not escape his fate. This black sea was his final destination.
The soul is disappearing bit by bit, being swallowed by this endless darkness and becoming its nutrients.
Those sounds always echoed in Amiya's ears, sharp, hoarse, and low, mixed together, like a group of hungry beasts, madly gnawing at his consciousness.
From the moment he was locked up in the shabby basement and iron cage on that abandoned slum planet, from the moment he was constantly beaten, from the moment he got used to the pain...
He could hear voices that were not his own.
They spread from the depths of his mind, like countless invisible hands, reaching into his body, grabbing his internal organs, tearing and devouring them bit by bit.
Those voices roamed in Amiya's chest, like sharp blades, cutting his flesh and hollowing out his heart.
It was as if the heart was beating weakly in the empty chest, and every beat seemed like a struggle, which would be completely swallowed up in the next second.
Creepy.
Amiya could hear a crunching sound, like the sound of teeth grinding bones, coming from deep within his soul.
His consciousness was being eroded bit by bit, like a red leaf being gnawed by countless ants, gradually becoming fragmented and bloody.
"You don't deserve it...you can't do it...you can't survive...a monster..."
"...Monster...Monster...We are the same kind..."
"Monster... you don't deserve love... who would love you... ridiculous..."
The voices were still clamoring, with a madness that was almost joyful.
They echoed in Amiya's mind, like countless crows pecking at his brain, feasting on it without mercy.
Amiya's consciousness gradually became blurred under their gnawing, as if his existence was being erased bit by bit.
He felt as if he was being pushed by those broken bodies. Those pale hands were the controllers holding the strings, and he was just a puppet.
Invisible thin threads tightly bound all his bones.
The body was still moving forward mechanically, but the soul seemed to have been completely devoured by those voices.
The crazy whispers were like a curse that would never end, dragging him completely into the abyss.
He seems to be doing something...
What is he doing? His body seems to be moving on its own...
Amiya's footsteps became heavier and heavier, as if every step was on the edge of a knife.
His body was already in pieces, but those voices were still clamoring, as if to completely devour his last bit of consciousness.
His world was filled with darkness and pain, and it seemed as if he could never escape.
It's all blood.
It all smells like blood.
——
Amiya's eyelids trembled slightly, then suddenly opened. Her blood-red pupils were empty, without focus or any fluctuation.
It was as if his soul was still trapped in that black sea and had never truly returned.
Those voices are still there.
They roared, seduced, and cursed.
Suddenly, Amiya raised her hand, grabbed the needle inserted in her arm without hesitation, and pulled it out without hesitation.
The needle brought out a trace of blood, which slowly flowed down his wrist and dyed the white sheets red.
He seemed to feel no pain, or rather, he was not conscious at all.
Amiya did not stop her movements. Her body turned stiffly and mechanically to the bedside, and her legs moved slightly, as if she wanted to get off the ground.
However, his legs were densely packed with dozens of steel nails, and every step he took caused his bones to suffer unbearable pain.
But Amiya seemed to feel none of this at all. His eyes were still empty, but his movements were extremely stubborn, as if there was an invisible force driving him.
The movements are mechanical, almost like it has no soul.
Outside the half-open glass window, the cold wind was howling, as if calling him.
At this moment,
The nurse came to change the dressing and administer the IV drip as usual. When he pushed open the door, the scene before her froze her in place.
"ah!"
I saw that the Second Prince had already crawled to the edge of the bed and was dragging his legs towards the balcony with difficulty.
The nurse was so frightened that the tray in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the medicine bottles and syringes rolled all over the floor.
The nurse's scream broke the silence of the ward, like some kind of alarm, instantly attracting hurried footsteps in the corridor.
"Help! Come quickly!"
The nurse's voice was trembling, almost crying.
A few seconds later, the door of the ward was flung open and a group of doctors and security personnel rushed in.
Xirui also rushed over. When he saw the situation, he felt his head get bigger and he quickly called Mr. Jin.
The stalemate lasted for a long time.
The security guards were blocking the door, and Xirui was so angry that he kicked several of them away before he could squeeze in. Not only did they block the door, they didn't even go in to hold the Second Prince back - that's right, after all, no one could take this responsibility.
Xirui was the first to rush forward and tried to hold down Amiya's shoulders, but the Second Prince was like a wounded beast, struggling frantically, making low whimpers in his throat.
The pale fingers clung tightly to the balcony door frame, and the fingertips had turned white.
Taking into consideration that the Second Prince was covered in wounds, Xirui didn't dare to use too much force, and ended up letting the Second Prince break free by accident.
The people of Xirui were dumbfounded.
"Quick! Hold His Highness down! Don't let His Highness jump!"
A doctor shouted, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.
Several security personnel stepped forward quickly, but the situation was deadlocked and they didn't dare to move at all.
This is the Second Prince of the Empire.
If something happens during the struggle, will they still be alive?
During this hesitation, Amiya had already climbed over the window and onto the balcony.
——He had dozens of steel nails inserted into his legs, but he was still able to move without feeling any pain.
The sunlight was bright, shining on Amiya's face, making it appear pale.
His eyes were still fixed on a certain empty point.
It was as if gazing at some distant place where there was no pain, no despair, only endless darkness.
"Second Prince! Calm down! Second Prince!" the doctor shouted anxiously, his voice trembling slightly.
But Amiya seemed not to hear.
His body was staggering, his frail body leaning on the small balcony, as if he would fall down at any moment, his eyes still empty, as if their existence was meaningless to him.
Xirui was frightened and swallowed subconsciously. He quickly found a position. If there was any accident, he had to make sure that he could rush over and grab Amiya immediately.
Brother Jin, Brother Jin, why aren’t you here at this time!!!
Xirui was really anxious.
If anything happened to the Second Prince, considering Jin'er's behavior... Xirui was afraid that Jin'er would commit suicide with him.
Suddenly.
At this critical moment,
A crisp cedar scent permeated the air.
It was like a cold wind blowing through a pine forest on a winter day, bringing with it a chilling yet warm breath of comfort.
The smell came from far away, slowly seeping into every place, like an invisible hand gently caressing everyone's nerves, even the tense atmosphere in the air was quietly dissolved.
“…”
Amiya's body trembled slightly, as if touched by some invisible force.
His eyes, originally empty and distracted, now slowly focused and turned towards the door of the ward - as if the cedar-scented pheromones had injected a sense of calm into his body.
At the door, a tall figure stood there, his outline particularly clear against the light from the corridor.
His steps were quick and firm, and the male insect's gaze fell on Amiya, deep and gentle, as if it could penetrate all defenses and reach the deepest fear and pain in Amiya's heart.
"Amiya,"
Jin Er pushed aside the security guards blocking the door and tried to make his voice sound soft.
"Ami, don't be afraid, I'm here."
The cedar-scented pheromone permeated the air, bringing a reassuring power that gradually dispelled the chaos and despair in the ward.
The doctor and the security guard looked at each other, and tacitly took a few steps back to make room for the male insect.
That is the Second Prince’s heroic lord.
Rumor has it that the Second Prince is deeply in love with Lord Jin Er.
Jin Er noticed it almost at first sight—there was something wrong with Amiya’s condition.
Just like that night, he ran through several red lights without caring about anything and finally hugged Amiya at the beach.
Amiya was completely unconsciously trying to destroy and hurt herself.
At that time, Amiya was just like she is now, pale and thin, like a blood butterfly dancing in the night.
His figure was stretched out, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, revealing a sense of fragility and brokenness.
The sub-female's body is thin, so thin that you can see the slightly protruding shoulder blades, like the wings of a butterfly about to spread, light and fragile.
Those blood-red eyes were in a complete trance, as if the soul had already left the body.
It seemed that if one wasn't careful, Amiya would dissipate, and with the slightest touch, it would turn into nothingness.
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