7 | Wish

                                    

                                          

AN: Would you guys be interested in me making a character's board for this story?

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In the suffocating confines of the room, Kai's world shattered into a million shards of hopelessness. His eyes, once filled with defiance, now held only anguish as he watched helplessly as the one person who had ever shown him a semblance of humanity was brutally punished before his very eyes. The cracks in Kai's facade grew wider with each lash of the whip that fell upon Ryder's taut skin.
Ryder's back, already a tapestry of old scars, was now a bloody mess, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his lacerated flesh. His normally stoic features contorted in pain, yet he refused to utter a sound that would betray his own agony
Kai's heart constricted, the need to stop this injustice overwhelming him. Tears streamed down his ashen cheeks, leaving streaks on his bruised cheeks as he witnessed the only semblance of decency he had ever known in this godforsaken place being systematically destroyed before his very eyes.
The leather strap fell, again and again, tearing through the air like the beat of a merciless drum. Kai's chest heaved, his entire body trembling with the effort it took to remain seated in  the chair. His mind screamed, willing the lashes to stop, to end this twisted farce of justice. But each impact only served to further entrench the truth in his fractured psyche - he was powerless.
Finally, unable to bear any more, Kai's frail body convulsed, and he retched up bile onto the cold concrete floor. Through the haze of his own anguish, he saw Ryder's legs buckle, the other boy's weary form slumping to the floor. No! No, no, no, this couldn't be happening!
"Ryder!" Kai screamed the name at the top of his lungs, adrenaline surging through his veins, override the sedatives in his system. He thrashed against his restraints with renewed vigor, the leather creaking under the strain. "Ryder, damn you, wake up! Don't you dare leave me here alone!" The anguish in his voice echoed off the cold, unyielding walls of the unforgiving chamber.
But Ryder didn't stir.
Tears streamed down his hollow cheeks as the magnitude of their situation settled over him like a suffocating weight. He'd failed. He'd failed them both. A keening wail escaped his parched lips, bouncing off the cold, unforgiving walls.
Time lost all meaning as Kai cradled Ryder's lifeless form in his shaking arms, rocking back and forth, as if the motion alone could somehow bring him back. His heart ached, shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
The doors groaned open, startling him from his dark reverie, and two burly guards entered the room. They roughly pried him off Ryder's unmoving form, callously dragging him out.
Kai thrashed, screaming, clawing at the air, desperate to hold onto the only semblance of humanity he had left.
As the door slammed shut behind him , the reality of his newfound solitude hit him with crushing force. The cell felt colder, darker, and more suffocating than ever before. He slid against the wall, his body trembling with grief-stricken sobs, arms wrapped around his quivering form.
Kai curled into a tight ball, eyes swollen and red, and rocked himself to the rhythm of his heartache.
Hour after hour passed, blending into one long, endless night. Kai's retinas burned from hours of staring at the cold, featureless ceiling. His thoughts, plagued by the image of Ryder's lifeless body, haunted him relentlessly.
Even in the face of insurmountable odds, Kai clung to the faintest glimmer of hope - that maybe, just maybe, a miracle would transpire, and Ryder would find his way back to him, defying the cruel hand of Fate. But with each passing minute, that hope flickered like a dying flame, until only an all-consuming emptiness remained.