WARNING!!! 

Horrible chapter ahead. I kinda lost touch of the book. Sorry if anyone gets their eyes stuck in their head after all the rolling of eyes.

Third Person's POV:

"You're going to kill him if he stays under any longer." Jason said gruffly, covering up the slight worry in his tone as he watched Josiah sit on Eros's back with his body hunched over, face pressed down into the filled bathtub as Eros thrashed under his weight, trying to free himself. However, being severely malnourished due to the lack of food for almost a month, his struggles were futile to say the least. Eros had barely any strength left in himself to push Jason off his back.

Josiah watched worriedly at the scene before him, wishing that he was able to help Eros more. The most he had managed to help Eros with is providing his daughter with proper and enough food for each meal but only able to bring Eros himself dinner... on a number of nights as he spends most of his night unconscious and Josiah was always on the lookout during the day.

"Don't worry. He won't." Josiah waved his brother's comment away without care as he pushed Eros head down further, his whole head submerged under water. With a tight face mask pulled over his head, a ball gag strapped in his mouth and hands bound together in a dead knot behind his back, it gave Eros no chance of proper breathing or escape, his face turning blue from the lack of oxygen.

After another 30 seconds or so, Josiah finally pulled Eros head up, the face mask clinging tightly onto his face like a second layer of skin as Eros struggled to take in deep shaky breaths before getting pushed down back into the tub.

"That's enough, Josiah. You can leave the rest till tomorrow." That earned a murderous glare from Josiah as he stared at Jason in disbelief, unable to comprehend his words. 'That's enough', 'Stop Josiah', 'Let's stop for today' are the words he kept hearing from Jason which made him want to blow his top. He couldn't stand how Jason kept stopping him from his fun.

Unable to hold back his anger and his impatience, he lashed out at Jason, earning a dark and heavy glare from his brother/master but he was to furious to care what he was even spouting. "Shut the fuck up, Jason! Why do you keep stopping me? Huh?!"

"You dare question your Master? And what kind of tone is that that you're using on me?" Jason questioned back calmly but on the inside, he was ticked off.

"So what! You're also my brother!"

"And your Master. You wanted it so you listen to me."

"Fuck off. I have no time for games. I want answers from him now!"

"ROOM. NOW!" Unable to stand his brattiness any longer, he blew his top at Josiah, shutting him up effectively. Unable to disobey the authority in Jason's tone, Josiah tsked loudly before walking out of the bathroom but not before slamming the door behind him loudly.

Jason's POV:

Sigh... he's getting more and more out of hand these few days I swear. Just a week ago when I was out for some business, he tried to fill Eros up in his ass with a 1.5 litre bottle of cum which he had apparently released into it for the past week and has been storing it in the fridge! Of course I threw it away immediately and of course for freaking hygiene sake, I wasted no time to replace the fridge with a clean and brand new one and washed my hands thrice with Dettol. That's just plain horrid and gross! Okay. I'll stop.

"He's gone now. You can come up now." I tapped Eros shoulders lightly as I sat by the ledge of the tub.

7... 8... 9... 10... Okay, why isn't he getting up?!

"Oi! Get up!" Pulling him out quickly, I laid him carefully onto the ground as he stayed there motionless, his chest not raising. Placing my ear against his chest, what scared the shit out of me was his lack of heartbeat. Shit. Don't tell me Josiah really killed him this time.

" Oi oi oi. Wake up." I slapped his cheeks lightly, pulling off all the face 'accessories' off his face to reveal his pair of pale lips. Shit shit shit. No no no. Don't die. Don't die. I need to get him out of this place soon. His ribs are showing and extremely weak, I don't know if he can survive any more of Josiah's torture any more.

"Find me Damon!" Apparently he was found not long after by the guards outside the door as I heard rushing footsteps running towards the door and slamming open.

"Yes, your Maj- Holy Shit! Is that E-Eros? Oh shit! Sorry for my unruly behavior, my King."

"You're forgiven. Anyway, yes this is Eros and I need you to bring him back to wherever he belongs to by tonight. I don't care if you go now or what, just bring him to them. I've heard that they're camping in the village, near the dock. Bring him there and get back asap. Do not, I repeat. Do not let anyone spot you, especially my brother."

"Got it. But may I ask you why you're doing this?"

"He has a daughter." As if reality slapped him in his face, his jaw dropped and eyes widened in disbelief.

"He has a whaaaat?! *clears throat* I mean, I see. Will I be bringing his daughter back too?" Giving him the do-you-have-a-brain look, he saluted quickly before hoisting Eros up as carefully as possible in his arms, staring down at his best friend with a mix of relief and worry. "I'll be bringing him back now, my King. The sooner the better."

"Will do. I'll bring his daughter to the front gate to meet you there."

"Roger that, my King."

"Good. Now go. Don't waste any more time." With that, I rushed to the dungeon immediately as Damon slipped out of the bathroom and to wherever he knows best.

"J-JayJay? Is that you?" Eros's daughter called out softly and hesitantly, fearing that it's my brother and not me.

"Yes it's me, hun." A loud relieved breath was released as she ran towards the metal gate excitedly, only to pout sadly when she didn't see Eros with me.

"Where's Daddy, JayJay? I don't see him."

"I'm getting you out, hun. Your daddy is already on his way out. You'll meet him soon, hun."

"Yeahhh! Thank you JayJay! You're the best!" Trust me, I worked hard to earn her trust. After getting kicked in the crotched, bitten and scratched on my arms and legs, a few crying messes and a few sessions of name callings like 'baddie', 'meanie',etc etc, I finally got her to open up to me. I swear I didn't know raising a kid was that hard, almost exhausting. She even called me baldly once! I'm not bald! I'm just wearing a mask!

"No worries, hun. Let's go shall we?" Nodding eagerly, I unlocked the gate before swinging her up into the air and into my arms securely as she squealed in happiness. Such a beautiful child.

"Yes yes! I love you JayJay! You're the bestest!" Her words may seem so simple and almost nothing to others but those words made my heart into a fluttering mess, warming my ice cold heart as she beamed up at me with the most genuine and sweetest smile. I wonder if my child would have grown into a beautiful child like her. I bet he or she would have also been the sweetest.

"I love you too, hun."

"Will I see you again, JayJay?"

"Hm... maybe when you're older."

"How old?"

"Let's see.... 50?"

"But that's a long way to go... JayJay." She whined, pouting adorably as she rested her head against my chest as I walked out from the castle grounds through one of the under-used underground tunnels.

"Good things come to those who wait, hun. Remember that."

"Okay JayJay. I'll wait till 50. JayJay must also wait for me, kay?"

"Of course. Now, ready to go home?" I questioned slightly unwillingly as I set her down onto the ground.

"Yes!"

"Good girl. Now you see that man over there?" I pointed at Damon as she nodded cleverly. "Run to him and don't look back. He'll bring you and your daddy home."

"Really?!"

"Yes, really."

"Thank you, JayJay." She beamed widely at me before running towards my direction and hugging me tightly. "At first JayJay look scary like bad guy so Amerie don't like but JayJay is good guy! So Amerie like! Bye Bye JayJay."

"Bye Bye, Amerie." With that, she dashed off immediately, my outstretched arm missing her by a few inches. Goodness, why am I crying? No one died this time. Why the hell am I crying? I chuckled lightly as I wiped my traitorous tears away. So that's how it feels to have a child... it's nice...

Goodbye, Amerie.