Claimed By The Rogue Alpha novel Chapter 19

==Matteo==

I found himself there again. That void that seemed to stretch to eternity. I made to shout, but stopped myself. It was of no use. I'd been there before; of course I knew my vocal cords would be magically paralysed. Or would it?

It wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot, would it. I’d be an idiot if it failed, but hey, there wasn't anyone here to rain insults on me with their humiliating laughter. So, good.

I followed my instincts. I shouted. And surprisingly, a sound came out form me. But there was problem. Something was off. What I’d had in mind to say wasn’t what I actually said. Moreso, my voice was a shrill, tiny like a little boy's.

“Mum!”

That was what I’d said. I tried again, hoping that I got to hear the ‘hello’ if intended, but the sake thing happened.

“Mum!”

I turned around, but was met with the same dark void. Was this the work of Angela De La Crux? Was it? Good Lord, if that was the case, I would skin her alive this time. I would press my hand around her throat and sniff the life out of her. What is the meaning of this?

I sighed. It was confirmed. I was going crazy. Here I was oogling a slave. My life was a joke. A fucking joke. Grunting as I stood, I made a beeline for the bar downstairs. I took a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a tumbler. Picking it up, I stared at the golden coloured liquid, hesitating. Not sure if I wanted to drink. I couldn’t remember the last time I drank alcohol. Certainly, it wasn’t after I turned 21. I sighed. I was back to square one.

I brushed my reservation aside and gulped down the liquid. Gritting my teeth. The liquid scorched my throat. I coughed. Fuck. Why did I have that dream? Why were they all coming back? I poured in another glass. I killed them. I fucking did. I never forgave myself for that.

A dry laugh left my lips. The guilt would remain there. I was a monster. Stricken with grief and all things regret, I dumped the liquid into my mouth. I went again and again with it, till my vision became hazy and I couldn’t carry myself anymore.

I pushed forward, using the edge of the table to stable myself. Getting to the end of the edge, I was left all by myself. I groaned. It was a drawn out sound that did sound strange to my ears. With great labor, I put my foot forward. Then, the other one.