So Easy (GhiraLink Oneshot)

     I lay curled up on my side, cradling my wounds on the cold stone floor.  All I could feel was pain.  Gashes littered my chest and stomach, while whip marks covered my back.  My left arm was shattered, leaving me helpless to fight.  I couldn't remember what it felt like to be free of agony.  I let out a small whimper, thinking I was alone.  How wrong I was.  The laughter from across the room sent chills down my spine.  Footsteps echoed loudly, riccocheting off the stone walls.  I opened my eyes, revealing electric blue eyes filled with venom.  My vision was blurred, but I could still make out two white boots heading my direction.  I felt my heart drop and my pulse quicken.  This was it.  He was finally going to kill me.  But no, he wasn't that merciful.  He wanted to make me suffer.  
     Ghirahim stopped in front of me and bent forward at the waist, hands clasped behind his back.  His face was merely inches from my own.  I scrunched up my nose and turned my face away, not wanting to look at that vile face.  He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.  
     "Oh, how precious," he giggled, "You still think you can fight this?"  The demon tightened his grip on my jaw, making my only reply a pained gasp.  His lips spread into a smile that brought bile to my mouth.
     "Well it seems you still have some spirit left.  How annoying!" he groaned.  I could take no more of his touch, so I grabbed his wrist with my good hand.  Big mistake.  
     Ghirahim's eyes blazed with fury, and before I knew what was happening, I felt a sharp pain in my side.  Agony shot through my entire body, and I could focus on nothing but the pain.  My breathing was shallow, and I drew in air through shaky gasps.  My eyes screwed shut as I slowly lifted my hand to my side.  A dagger, covered in my crimson blood, had lodged itself in my flesh.  I groaned in pain as I grabbed the hilt of the blade, meaning to use it as a weapon.  Ghirahim must have known what I was thinking though, because a cold hand covered mine, accompanied by a voice saying, "not so fast, Sky child."  Ghirahim yanked my only weapon out of my flesh, sending more blood into the pool I was already laying in.  
     The severity of my situation began to sink in.  I was in a room with no way out; Ghirahim could only get in through teleportation.  Nobody knew where I was, and even if they did, how could they get in?  I would never escape, and Ghirahim knew I knew that.  With that thought, my last hopes were crushed.  A single tear dropped down my face and splashed on the floor.  A cold hand caressed my face, and I opened my eyes to find that Ghirahim's gaze had softened considerably.  He looked at me with pity in his eyes.  
     "This doesn't have to be hard, Link."  I stiffened at his unusual use of my name.  I looked into his eyes a little longer, then closed my eyes.  
     "You win," I muttered, the words foreign in my mouth.  He pulled my head into his lap and began stroking my hair.  As he whispered comforting words in my ears, I sighed.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.