His Prisoner

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"GOD I HATE WOMAN'S." I muttered, anger and jealousy constantly drumming in my heart, eternally wounding it.

Flickering the basket off my hands, I apparently threw it down, it landed on the floor with thud and the clothes didn't dare to move, knowing my existence scare everything whether it was a living or not.

Inhaling the cold air inside, my eyes explored around this moderate laundry room. It wasn't usual for me to come here because my main job was to do everything in front of everyone's devilish gazes.

I was prohibited to hide from anyone and even if it was coming down here.

I rarely came downstairs in this murky darkness which had started to collect around my body, without approval wrapping itself around me.

Darkness was the only friend I ever made.

Darkness is my only friend.

Kicking the plastic basket to the corner of the room where the other baskets stood, I didn't mind doing anything else expect for running back upstairs to my only room.

The awful scene my eyes had seen today was completely horrendous, I couldn't express how much I wanted to kill that b***h but knowing that I might be dead after that, I brushed all the negativity away and laid down on my bed.

Why would she do this to me? I never saw Erik with anyone and seeing her is just making me anger and anger. I thought Erik was only mine...I'll make sure of it.

My back crunched and ached in pain, my body was sore and the potion was no longer working anymore. I could it feel it fading away from my healed body but I didn't blame it, after all someday I will get hurt and I can't just stay healed for eternity.

Someday I will have to die.

Turning to the left side of my bed, my both hands clasped together before slipping underneath my bed as I awaited for the darkness to invade and for the monsters to abandon me....forever.

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Bolting up from the sudden voice of water arduously clicking down from the tap and landing on the floor as its melancholy vaporized me, my heart beat paced faster then ever when a thought whisked in my mind.

Remembering the moment I made sure to keep all the taps and doors tightly closed, however, this time they weren't.

Tugging my hand forward to get up from the bed, I was dragged back by strong, think cords, looking back I saw ropes braided and gruesomely tied around my wrist with mass of efforts struggled by itself. Squirming to get out, my tries poorly failed, only that much these ropes clawed my wrists and ankles.

What was happening? I thought confusingly.

I was once gain slammed down on the bed as the rope itself furiously wrapped its dry, stained texture around my entire my body, so tightly that my breath could no longer be puffed out.

One of the knotted ropes insanely enveloped itself around my neck, nearly suffocating me.

I screamed but those loud-piercing voices nervously escaping from my mouth lowered down when the ropes made its way all through my body.

Bruises, cuts and marks formed itself around my body, the more I struggled the only more the ropes went deeper inside my delicate skin.

Forcing my throat to scream for help but before those words feel out of my mouth the ropes tapered and smoothly slipped around my mouth, nearly leaving me nothing to struggle with but I didn't spot wriggling around like a lunatic.

My tongue flickered in my mouth but the second I tasted dry, musky woods slipping down my throat, I stopped but I froze instantly when a shadow crawled up the wall, the cloudy, dusky darkness blinded my eyes, allowing me to see absolutely nothing expect for the dreadful darkness itself, covering me.

I screamed whether I had the burning ropes around me or not but when a slender snake crept around my barely clothed body, I panicked in extreme fear spreading across me. I squirmed, struggled even bit the ropes but nothing seemed to work, from one snake it went to seven snakes, clambering on my skin.

They were all nibbling and tickling my skin, I wanted to scream so loudly that the mirrors could break into countless pieces but the moment I felt blood trickling down from the corners of my lips, I freaked out.

Silently begging for this to be over, I despised animals and snakes more than anything else, whenever it came near me while gardening or anything similar I always tend to cut them and then dig it back in the soil but this time I was trapped as the snakes slithered out for revenge.

I was actually scared for the first time in my life, deep tears emerged down my face, sobs after sobs pumped out from me as I continued to cry in fear.

Then a spark lighted up from the corner of the room, my teary eyes gazed at the light, figuring out the red light glowed from the last candle I owned but didn't he break it?

Putting my self into another confusion, I tore my eyes away from the candle and looked down, straight on my own violated body and once I saw hundreds of snake darting up and down my body, I screamed again.

Blood gushed down my lips, as I aimlessly rattled off the bed.

I finally got free from everything.

I got up.

I woke up.

My eyes dashed around my dark room with doubt and my body, finding nothing at all, neither the candle or the ropes or even the snakes that lurked around me. Nothing was real. A nightmare is what I saw and felt.

However that didn't help me, still scared to death, patches of sweat trickled down my face, only making me more nervous from this sudden nightmare. The nightmare came to a reality when a soft, creamy hand was slapped over my mouth, once again pushing me back on the bed just like the dream.

Still I couldn't make out whose hand this solely belonged to because it wasn't any of us, we all had rough, dry hands from the daily chores and this one seemed so soft.

Making out of the darkness, a flashlight shined in my eyes, I shut my both eyes but opening a little bit of my left eye I saw that woman who was kissing Erik. And instead of looking happy she appeared scared and stressed out.

Her eyes glistened sorrows.