The Beast's Possession
36: The cells.

**Bane

pov**

After the information he dropped on me, at first, I couldn't process it, so I suppose he took my silence as an encouragement to act like the dick he was. The smug fuck-face strode through the halls as if he truly owned the entire place, not actually stole it from under my damn nose.

He was so full of himself, I didn't think he could see his own shit even if people kept repeatedly warning him about it and smell followed him everywhere.

"About time we go see our dear friend Zion, don't you think?" He mused, rounding the corner and heading towards the door that still separated him from my best friend.

Never before had I seen that door as more than just a piece of wood. Now, I saw it as the only barrier that still kept my best friend safe. Safe from me.

Fucking shit, I hated this all - the life for what it had become due to my inability to fight against the plague that had managed to spread through my body.

"Not plague, my boy. Trust me, I'm a savior, I will be the one who shows you the direction in which you should go - the right one. All this crying and weak attempts to fight me are useless. The sooner you embrace the darkness, the less painful it will be. Think before you act, Bane, your impulsive nature has brought enough problems to your life, don't you think?"

I didn't need to get lectured by this creep. His sins were none of my concerns, but since he couldn't admit that he had been wrong, I was the one who had to suffer the consequences of his doings. It was beyond unfair, not that he cared. "You think you are the only one who's been suffering?" He suddenly snarled and stormed past the door that led to the cells.

Suddenly, I felt like a massive weight fell from my shoulders and I could finally breathe. The fact that he wasn't heading to the cells and focused his anger on me, not my best friend, was comforting.

However, when he stopped in front of one of the mirrors, I realized I had spoken too soon. He wanted to give me another of his grand speeches, demean me and prove I didn't stand on the same level as he did. "Don't act so naive," he started, focusing his eyes on the mirror.

From my point of view, as disgusted as I felt, I could swear he stood there, looking like an angry God.

Clearly, he was no saint, definitely not holy enough to actually become someone as high, but the fucker wasn't one to be thrown off his peg as easily as others might have thought.

"I have other plans," he added, snapping me out of my thoughts. Once he realized I was actually gazing back at him, a wicked smirk spread across his lips, making a cold shiver travel down my spine. If he didn't have anything to him, at least he rocked the scary look. Bet horror movies with him as a lead role would sell out theaters.

"Zion, we can say he is my favorite. There is nothing that has given me so much pleasure as the sounds that leave his mouth whenever I get to play with him a little. Let's say I've been holding back from storming down there to build up the suspense. The longer I wait to get there, the better it is."

The undertone of his voice as he spoke was so sickening, bile rose up to my throat.

"This whole pack is my plaything and no one can do anything to stop me. You know what's the best thing? We all know nobody will try to stop me - they're all too scared to hurt their beloved Alpha to ever go against you, even if it's not you who controls this body. They care about you, even if all that's left is but a shell of your former self," he announces and starts laughing.

The sound that left his mouth was downright evil, not one of amusement. As it echoed against the walls, it almost made me feel trapped even deeper in the abyss than before.

"You're sick," I managed to choke out and looked away from those voidless eyes.

With every day that passed, I saw less and less of myself in the reflection. My body wasn't just a shell, it was a dry leftover of what it once was.

"Sick, but powerful. Who cares about the mental state of a leader? Since when is it important, Bane? Have you ever cared? I don't think so," he laughed.

There was no use in trying to convince him otherwise. It didn't matter what or how I said it - he never listened, never cared to look past his own habits and doings, so talking ended up to be nothing but a waste of time. Honestly, the only positive aspect of this shitshow was that I could hold him back from going to Zion.. Or I hoped so.

He could torment me, break and bend me, but my friends, people I viewed as my family had to remain off limits. This man knew no bounds to his greedy nature and viciousness.

"Now," he dragged the word and just when my eyes snapped back to the reflection in the mirror, he grinned. Next, he sucked his bottom lip inside his mouth and bit down on it with such force, I felt the painful sting and the blood that ran down in, coating the chin. "Let's go check on our friend, shall we?" He added, looking completely deranged.

I shook my head, unable to utter a word. Everything he did wasn't that surprising, but the fucker always found a new way to leave me speechless, catching me off guard with his stupid tricks.

"That wasn't a real question, ain't nothing you can do about it, Bane," he added and started walking back in the direction of the cells.

With every step, my heart started pounding a little faster in my chest. By the time he gripped the handle, pulled the door open and started descending down the stairs, I felt like I was about to experience a real heart attack because of his actions.

"Stop playing the drama queen. You won't die, there won't be a heart attack or anything of sorts. You're inside me now, not the other way around. And you, my boy, are far too precious for me to get rid of. For as long as it's up to me - you're staying alive."

Even though I was sure he tried to be reassuring, his words still carried weight to them, like a silent, hidden promise that he had my life in his hands and if he pleased so, there wouldn't be me anymore.

Perhaps that would be better. After all, if I died, he would die too. For as long as I managed to ruin his plans and ensure I would never have a son, the curse might be broken. If I ended the bloodline, I would end his existence for good. My thoughts struck a nerve - he started growling and getting down the steps faster, acting more aggressively. If his change in behavior was anything to judge by, I was sure I had found an answer to all my troubles.

He didn't bother to greet the guards or go on about the new plans he had for Zion. This time, as soon as his feet hit the floor, the fucker stormed down the hall and headed straight to the cell where my best friend was barely hanging by a thread, holding onto his life like a true warrior.

Except.. Zion wasn't there - his cell was empty. We never emptied the cells unless the prisoners died..