Chapter 177: Memories 2
Beatrix froze, shocked by his outburst. Rhys knew he sounded like a lunatic, but he couldn’t help it. He hated that she had to see him like this, unable to control his emotions.
Beatrix’s voice trembled as she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I begged them to stop," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "The man in charge, I begged him to make them stop. But he just looked at me with hate. And the worst part is, he had kids too."
Rhys felt tears stream down his face as he relived the memories, each one more vivid than the last. He felt disgusted with himself for being so vulnerable.
"But they didn’t..." he trailed off.
Beatrix felt her heart break as Rhys finally broke down. She watched as he covered his face with his hands, his whole body wracked with sobs. She could feel his pain and agony, and it was almost unbearable to witness.
"Why did they hurt me?" he whispered, his voice choked with tears. "What did I do? I was just a kid who had lost his parents."
Beatrix reached out to comfort him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he cried. She held him tight against her chest, letting him cry against her as she offered soothing whispers.
Rhys’ cries were unlike anything she had heard before. It was a sound of deep emotional and psychological pain, an anguished wail that came from the depths of his soul. It was almost primal, a sound that could be recognized by any human as inconsolable suffering.