"Well, that wasn’t as fun as it used to be," Treia’s disappointed voice sounded as she stepped away from Xiran after doing the deed. She couldn’t do it to the extent she wanted, although he said nothing, his body didn’t respond to her touch anymore.

Xiran’s face was contorted with a potent mix of disgust, repulsion, and dismay, delivering an unequivocal message of his hatred towards her. He didn’t even want to give her the pleasure of speaking to him.

She adjusted her clothes and stood up with a triumphant smile. Although she didn’t attain all she desired, the certainty that she had deeply unsettled Aselia was rampant within her

She blew one final kiss to Xiran, who was giving her a murderous stare and winked before departing with these words:

"We will be seeing each other again soon, my master."

The door shut behind her and Xiran’s whole focus was on Aselia. She had buried her head in her tied bent legs and he knew she was crying. He could so clearly sense her turbulent state.

"Leia!" he lovingly called out to her but she didn’t lift her head.

Aselia didn’t want him to see her so broken. She needed to be strong and seeing her like that will dampen his spirits and break his heart all over again. The self-blame he would inflict upon himself will be insurmountable.

She hadn’t anticipated that something like this would affect her so much but she felt utterly broken at what Treia had done. He belonged to her and she didn’t want any other woman touching him like that.

"Leia! Please look at me," he requested, the melancholic undertone of his voice heavy with his sadness at what had just transpired.

"I can’t, let me be," she uttered in a teary voice. Treia’s moans were still echoing in her brain and she wanted to shut all the emotional wreck she had been thrown into.

Aselia was never good at handling emotions and just when she was learning the knack of it, Xiran took away her memories and now she was back to where she had started. She was connected to him and yet there was this gap again between them.

"I am sorry for everything. Forgive me," his heart was in shambles and he didn’t know how to console her. He had hurt her beyond reasoning.

She sniffled and tried to control her emotions before wiping her face with her raised knees. Aselia then gradually lifted her face to meet his expectant eyes. He slightly gasped seeing hers reddened.

"We need a plan to get out of here. They are going to keep hurting us like this for their entertainment," she ignored his apology.

"Yes, we do. I have a plan, don’t worry I am going to get you out of here."

He knew manipulating Treia would be easy and seeing how infatuated she was with him. It would be easy to do it. He will use her to get Aselia out of here. She would be glad to have her gone because she would want him for only herself.

"We are getting out of here. Don’t even think that I would let you sacrifice yourself to save me," she yelled at him, unable to restrain all her pent-up anger. Once this would be over she was going to give him a piece of her mind, no she was about to give him a lot of pieces.

Xiran was about to answer when the door opened and Xiran’s father and Guwiskle stepped inside. The latter carried a small bag.

"Ah! I hope I haven’t interrupted a loving conversation between the two soulmates," he taunted and Xiran tensed, his whole body stiffening seeing his father here. He knew he would be up to no good.

"What do you want?"

"What I want is to see your little elf suffer. It gives me immense peace," he calmly answered, moving closer to Aselia, making Xiran struggle against the chains that held him. Guwiskle kept standing near the door.

"Don’t you fucking dare," Xiran snarled but his father ignored him. Aselia watched him in weary contempt.

"Guwiskle, the bag," Phantom demanded and Guwiskle quickly shuffled, handing over the bag. Phantom sat down near Aselia and addressed his extremely agitated son.

"You know somehow my powers don’t work on your little elf so I can’t torture her the way I wanted. So I decided to be a little innovative," Xiran was glad to learn his father’s powers were useless on Aselia but his heart dropped in a burning inferno at his last sentence.

Phantom’s hand reached out to her hair and he yanked her head up, baring her extremely wounded neck to him.

"Looks like Treia went all out on you," he mumbled seeing the bruises she had left and Aselia squirmed under his hold.

"Open my hands and I will see how she would even lay a finger on me and my man," the ferocity of her words and the hate they carried made Phantom cock his right brow at her and he laughed.

"I don’t doubt that you must be a high-ranked hunter. Gold or Platinum category?" She didn’t answer. Just gave him a lethal stare.

"In another world, we would have gotten along so well. It almost makes me sad that circumstances are not in your favour and you had to choose my son of all people," with these words he took out a syringe filled with a black liquid and plunged it into Aselia’s neck.

"Nooo, leave her alone," Xiran’s cries echoed in the confined space, where he had screamed countless times from his childhood to now.

Aselia’s body convulsed and her veins began to blacken from her neck to her face, spreading all over her body like narrow straits of tar, she fell on the floor and wiggled as torrents of pain traversed through her body.

Her haunting screams shattered Xiran, the uneasiness grew in his pit and his body temperature began to rise.

"What have you done?" he yelled at his father, his eyes breathing fire like an enraged dragon about to burn his victims alive.

"Turned her into one of my hybrids," he unperturbedly answered with a small grin as he watched her writhe in pain and Xiran struggle to get to her.