Archer's POV

As soon as we got to the camp, I lay my head. I couldn't get Ariana off my head and for some reason I had a feeling she was in some kind of trouble. I felt like she was calling out to me. Like she needed me and gosh I also needed her by me.

I just faced the biggest embarrassment, I still couldn't believe how my tactics failed me. The whole group seemed to be disappointed. "Who's there?" I asked. It was noon already and as far as I suspected everyone else was asleep.

I stood up and careful enough not to make any sound, I peeped. I heard the sounds of footsteps as well as voiced speaking strange languages. Before I could gain composure and reason well on the next move to take someone grabbed me and made me sniff something.

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Archer felt ice water fill his lungs, he was halfway conscious, someone held his shirt that was now rag and filthy and dipped his head into the pool of freezing-cold water. He repeated the process twice before pushing him to a hard wooden chair.

He was chained as quickly as he was pushed into the chair. "Now he'll talk " the first man that watched while the other tortured him said.

"Now listen, our boss is not here but don't make the mistake of letting him come before you speak." The man said. "The Americans are hiding somewhere in our camp and they're spying on us."

Archer kept calm, he had to think before acting so admit to put the other fourteen spies in trouble. Yes he  knew they were spies, he knew their name and even where they could be found. In fact he's one of them and if he spill the beans they will be tortured the same way and it'd be in history, their failure would be on history.

"Just take a look at how he's staring at us." The man already looks pissed off.

In a corner, there is a fire place. The woods had turned to neon-orange sparking coal. One of the men picked the coal aiding his hands with a cloth so he doesn't get burnt. He abruptly placed the coal at Archer's chest, close to his heart. Too close to his heart.

Archer closed his eyes and let the pain do it's worst. All he could see in his subconsciousness was Ariana his beloved. He swore he felt more than the pain the  burning coal caused. She was in pain and he could feel it. Suddenly he no longer felt that burning pain, instead a milder one like that which had just mixed with the burning pain.

*With Ariana.

She was not close to a fire nor was she near the fire place but it felt like hell. She was sure the bottomless pit of fire was no much hit than what she felt. She'd a cut but felt no pain.

Talking about a cut. Ariana looked up to see Donald downing a bottle if beer, she watched as he downed the beer knowing fully well that the beer timed her freedom. Once the beer is completely downed, Donald will return to his torture.

"You're the devil himself!" Ariana yelled. "Let me go you bastard." She struggled with the hand cuff that chained her to the bed.

"I'm glad you know now that I'm indeed the devil himself." He laughed. "But I'm more than just the devil."

"How can you be so heartless Donald? I thought you're loyal to your master? I thought we're close, why are you doing this? Please just tell me why you're doing this to me!"

"That's because Archer is my worst enemy and I'm not any old Butler... Yuck that's rubbish... You know it's really hard believing you actually think I'm Donald."

"You're not Donald?"

"Yes of course. What do you think, Donald will soon be with his ancestors if you care to know."

"Don't you dare do a harm to the old man." Ariana said not knowing where the hell she got such courage from. The man disguised as Donald hissed and disappeared into the bathroom. Once he was gone she reared her head and wept. She felt so empty but yet not alone, somehow she felt that archer was going to come for her but what surprised her the most was that she felt none of the pain that's supposed to be associated with what she was going through, instead that burning pain troubled her.

The man finally removed the coal from Archer's chest. The scent of his own roasted skin filled his nose and he choked on it.

"He's still not saying a thing, what do we do?" The man that held the coal earlier said to the other.

"We'll keep on torturing him till he spill the beans." He said, he turned to archer and continued,"ah, you seem to be so protective of your people but they seem to have abandoned you." He tsked. "If I were you I'd just tell instead if enduring this torture, it's too much  for such a caring soul."

"First I'm not caring and second I'm not you so stop comparing yourself to me." He knew from the cuts and how dried his throat was that talking like that would hurt but he felt no pain. It was then he realised he'd exchanged feelings with someone.

Okay guys, yay this is it for this part. It's shorter than the last part but I had to despite how long I wished it to be. Hope y'all enjoyed this part as much as I enjoyed writing it. Alright, things are getting tougher and I'm not sure what you guys are thinking. Please comment your thoughts as well as your predictions, they'll help me a lot in writing this book. Also don't forget to vote, comment, follow and share lovelies 💗💗💗

"I'm not Donald but I share the same blood with Archer."

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