Eternal Temptation: Awakening Sinful Desires

[ A/N :- There will be two Ashers in the chapter. One is an orphan, who will be called Orphan Asher; the other is Asher Blake, who will be called Young Master Asher.]

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Orphan Asher stirred awake after some time, finding himself lying on the cold and hard ground. It took several seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding him before he noticed that he was trapped in a cage with a chain attached to each of his limbs and shackled around his neck.

Beyond the cage was pitch-black darkness, stretching into the unknown with a suffocating feeling of emptiness. There was no sign of any light or any other living being around. Only the sounds of Orphan Asher's heavy breathing echoed in the air, along with the occasional rattling of his chains.

It felt like being thrown into hell and left alone, with no one else to accompany him except for these cold metal chains binding him in place.

"Ohh, did you wake up?" A familiar voice echoed in Orphan Asher's ears. He realized he was not alone anymore. Someone else was present with him here, in the same cage.

Orphan Asher tried to turn his head toward the source of the sound, but the movement caused pain to flare up throughout his body. Still, he persisted.

When he saw Young Master Asher sitting on the other side of the cage, a look of confusion appeared on his face, causing his brows to furrow together.

"Where are we? What is this place?" Orphan Asher questioned while scanning his surroundings.

Young Master Asher shrugged, his face remaining expressionless. "How the hell should I know? I found myself blacking out after hearing your scream and then waking up in here with you. Besides, why did you call my mother 'MOM'? I was waiting for you to wake up so you could explain what you were doing there and why you acted like a crazy stalker by shouting that at my mother!"

Listening to his words, Orphan Asher remembered what happened, and his heart sank deeper into the abyss of despair. Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes while he kept shaking his head in denial. "No…no… It can't be real! How am I supposed to live from now on? Why can't I see her anymore? Why can't I have her love anymore?

Is it wrong for me to yearn for her affection? Why does fate keep tormenting me like this?"

"You're so annoying; shut the hell up!" Young master Asher yelled at the Orphan Asher, as, for some unknown reason, he felt the same pain as him, as if his heart were being twisted and ripped apart from inside his chest. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his whole life.

Forgetting that they were currently chained to the cage in an unknown place, Young Master Asher slapped Orphan Asher across the face, making him fall silent.

However, at the same time, he also felt as if someone had slapped him. Young Master Asher's hand went up to touch his cheek, wondering if it was real or not.

He rubbed the area of impact and found that it was indeed hot to the touch, burning and aching. This was the first time he'd ever experienced anything similar to this in his life, which caused him to become somewhat terrified of the current situation.

"What is going on? Why am I feeling the same heartache as you? Why am I experiencing the same pain as you? What the hell is happening to me?" Young Master Asher mumbled in fear, staring wide-eyed at Orphan Asher.

Meanwhile, the latter had stopped crying, and now he was watching him with a strange glint in his eyes. It was as if he understood something that Young Master Asher did not understand.

"Could it be? No, it shouldn't be possible!" Orphan Asher muttered to himself, slowly getting to his feet, which sent another jolt of pain shooting through him, but he didn't care anymore. All that mattered right now was solving this mystery before it drove him insane.

After observing for some time, Orphan Asher came to a conclusion and stepped closer to the bewildered Young Master Asher. "There is something we need to talk about, and I know you may not like what I have to say, but hear me out before reacting."

Young Master Asher narrowed his eyes in suspicion at this statement, unsure of what this person in front of him wanted to talk about. It didn't feel like anything good, judging from the seriousness in his tone.

"Very well, but you better make sure that this isn't some sort of trickery or lie because I won't accept anything less than the truth!" Young Master Asher warned while glaring daggers at Orphan Asher, who nodded his head in response before taking a deep breath and steeling his resolve for what he was about to do next.

With a determined expression, Orphan Asher met his gaze head-on and began revealing everything about himself, including his identity as an orphan, what he experienced in the alleyway, how he became Asher Blake, what he did during that time, and the events leading up to this point.

He spared no detail whatsoever, making sure not to leave anything out, no matter how insignificant it might seem. All the while feeling the emotions of Young Master Asher as if they were his own. He could feel shock, disbelief, and disgust, and at the end, it was immense rage.

Right after he finished speaking, Young Master Asher exploded with fury, lunging at him and grabbing hold of Orphan Asher by his throat. He lifted his fist up before punching him hard in the face multiple times without stopping, causing blood to spray everywhere.

Each hit left behind a painful stinging sensation on Orphan Asher's skin and made him flinch in agony. But no matter how many times he struck, Young Master Asher didn't ease up even the slightest bit. He kept on striking with all his might, letting his anger and hatred flow through every punch.

"You fucking bastard! How dare you impersonate me like this? How dare you play with my mother's feelings like that?" He roared out loud with so much force that it echoed within the entire confinement.