His Prisoner

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"What are you doing in my room?" I questioned with confusion crawling towards my throbbing head.

Pacing my speed and getting up from my sleeping position, I struggled pulling the white cloth down my knees. The night suit given to me was rather short, rarely covering my thighs, I had to forcefully stretch the silky cloth down so it could cover my pale skin.

Frightened, I wrapped my own arms around my knees and moved back to the bed, with fear dreading across my heart I looked at her. Why was I scared? And why is she here. Probably wants to say something bad to me just like everyone else. But the main question was, why was I getting scared by a girl? I don't get scared.

I wondered.

For few minutes she didn't answer.

Faintly, she stared at me with her big bright brown eyes, piercing a hole inside mines and when she dived back in her senses, she placed her hand on my knees, forcing me to flinch away from her in fear.

Starting to question my own fear, I curl up in the corner as she once again reached out for me.

"I am not going to hurt you." She speaks. "I just wanted to talk you." She said, her voice sounded like she had these words solidly stored inside her heart waiting for the perfect time to get those letters spilled out.

Either way, my fear stood frozen in front of her.

"Wha-t do y-ou want?" I asked, moving away from her. Her hand dropped down from my knees as she spoke.

"Your mother..." Before she could complete, I immediately cut her off, placing her words with mine.

"What?...What about her?" I questioned, taking a small step towards her while making sure the distance in between us was alive. Still sitting on the bed, my eyes punctured on her lips, waiting for her soulless reply.

"I am not who you think you are, I am not taking Erik away from you." I backed away, a frown made its way on my face as those lies spilled out from her.

He was mine, and I was his. I confirmed to myself.

"Look, I know what you are thinking but you have to understand that eri...never mind I am here for something else. Your mother had send me here..I am not witch, I am werewolf...I was paid by your mother to deliver some news. For two months Erik and I have been dating, I know he isn't serious and we have nothing in between expect for sex...that was necessary to come here and see you." She explained, looking down and scraping her fingers on my sheets.

I was left astound by her words, after sixteen painful years of torture finally my mother thought of doing something. Is she going to take me away from here? But I don't want to leave, at least not without expressing my feelings to Erik.

I waited for her to finish her story.

"Your mother is a close friend of mine, she was really kind and sweet but ever since she lost you she has broken down in countless pieces, she really wanted to get you out of here but the castle hell the entire kingdom is guarded and if she-witches ever step they are ordered to be killed on the spot without wasting a second or so. Like I told you before I am not a witch-"

"What does she really wants? Because if she was mother than she would have never left me here for sixteen years. " I blabbered, trying my best not to get tempered but those voices and dangerous thoughts lingered around my head, killing me by every second.

If she loved me than why did she leave me?

"I know, you hate your mother and you should be angry on her decisions but Thalia you have to understand that she loves your more than anyone else. The entire day she has only one word on her lips and that's your name. I promise, you will be out of here soon." She said, placing her hand on my mine.

"Just have patience and trust your mother." She stated.

"Why did she kill Erik's father....that's the only reason everyone hates me right?" I asked.

Looking down at my hands, I shook my head, its her fault I am stuck here, its her fault no ever loves me and its her fault I can never get Erik.

Biting my lip, I waited for the answer as my head dropped down in shame. One wrong move destroyed my entire life.

"That was an accident-" I cut her lie off.

"Accidents don't happen, she purposely killed him and then left me next to his dead body so this all so-called accident could be blamed on me." I growled.

"Thalia no, you're thinking wrong. You don't know the actual story-"

"I am not even interested in knowing more lies." I stated, getting up from my bed and walking towards the wooden door. Pulling it open, I turned around to the unknown women claiming to know my mother.

"I think it's getting to late, before anyone knows you came here, please leave and tell my mother that I hate her. She shouldn't worry about me." I spoke quietly, making sure my grumpy voice didn't echo in the walls of the dark, empty hallways.

Where everyone would be eagerly waiting for suspicious movements or voices mirroring of my room so they could catch me doing some terribly wrong and as usual then they would stare at me getting tortured with countless objects.

Before the women could even stutter a word out another familiar cold voice bluntly joined the conversation.

"Really? I thought you couldn't hear anything wrong about your mother." The pervert man charged for my beatings walked inside my room, his hand rested in his pockets as he jumped on my bed. Taking his position, a smirk circled around his lips as he looked at me.

What the f**k is this son of a b***h doing in my room?

"What the hell do you want?" I questioned, not moving from my place. Night night to my peaceful sleep.

Looking up, I saw the women shivering with continuous fear. She moved back to the shadows the moment the guy entered. Why was she getting scared?

He ignored me and looked at the women. "I think I should be the one asking you, Samantha." He spoke to her.

"I-I-"

"Why do you care? Get the f**k out of my room." I yelled at him while raising my index finger up and pointing it towards the door.

My emotions suddenly being scattered forced me to be more arrogant and rude then usual but I couldn't help it, what this women told me minutes ago was unbelievable.

"Now don't be like that baby. We don't want Erik to know about this; his girlfriend working with the women who killed his father?" He clicked off.

My eyes widened with fear when I took a second to think about his words.

A thought whisked around my head, his face appeared and then his words splattered out. "Anyone related to your mother will be killed on the sight." His gruesome words lingered in my mind. I looked at the women who looked more scared than ever.

Fuck, this is my fault.

"You won't tell anyone or else I'll kill you." I threatened, walking to him, he stood up and fixed his shirt.

"Why wouldn't I?" He questioned.

"And baby I would see you trying that." He laughed.

"You moron!-" I stopped for minute, pressuring my mind to think of something much better. I don't want anyone to die because of me. "Look-"

"Oops to late....he has already received my message." He said, putting his hands up in defence and then letting out of creepy laugh. I couldn't be anymore terrified then I am now, all I wanted was to sleep peacefully and continue my life with this boring routine but no first that horrifying dream then this woman and now this bastard.

"You asshole." I reached out to claw the smirk off his face with my bar fingernails but before I could even touch his soul I was violently pulled back by my hair. I flinched when ripping sensation dashed across my brown locks.

Looking back, I saw Erik holding my hair but suddenly his hand vanished away from my scalp, replacing them by a sting. Something unusual started to build up my throat when I looked at him, a lump forced itself around my throat, I moved back.

The castle went deadly silent. Nothing could be heard expect for constant heavy breathings repeatedly breaking out from me and the women. I closed my mouth, trying my best to hold my breath but it didn't work, only that much nervous I got.

He stared at me for a mini second, I looked at him back, straight into his eyes. All I saw was pure anger raging off from his glassy black orbs.

"I can-" I opened my mouth to pull an excuse off but I was immediately cut off by him.

"Shut up!" He growled, furiously. I jumped back. "I don't want to hear a single thing from you." He said, pointing a finger at me and raising his eyebrows rhythmically with his words.

I nodded and moved back, giving up I looked down at the ground.

He walked to Samantha and before I knew he slapped her hard across her face, she let out a small cry but she didn't dare to scream. I went closer to stop him when she spoke.

"Erik, I'm sorry-"

"Where is she?" He growled, throwing her across the room and then wrapping his long fingers around her throat, dragging her body up to the wall until her toes could no longer touch the wooden ground.

Without wasting a second, I ran to him, hoping he could stop but before I could even touch to him I was pulled back by strong arms.

"Let me go you f*****g bastard." I whispered-yelled at the guy behind me. A smile appeared on his lips as he pulled me backwards towards the door. I tried to squirm out of his grip but its was just to tight that it for sure was going to leave a bruise on my skin.

For the first time I didn't struggle or fought back instead I just saw him, anger blustering of him just because she was with my mother, what would have happened if my mother was here? He wouldn't even take a chance but kill her.

Numerous beads of sweat trickled down her face, the blazing light glistened from the hallway and bounced back on her glassy, wet skin. Large, heavy breaths pounded from the woman as she struggled with his cold hand tightly wrapped around her throat, color drained from her face but he didn't stop instead he waited for the answer.....just like me.

I was eager to know where she was but at least no like this..brutal way.

Finally giving up, the women answered. "I don't know, I met her years ago in the blood land and she only requested me to deliver this message." She stuttered.

"You f*****g know how much I hate that b***h, yet you go against my orders and f*****g meet and talk to her without my acknowledge." He yelled, freeing her from his grasp and then throwing her on the ground.

Struggling to get up, she is pushed back down again, I try to help her but this sick man doesn't let me go so instead I just look at her with sympathy. I could never see someone getting hurt and even if there was single awful chance were a girl or boy would be getting hit in this castle, I always jumped in and took the terrible beating, blaming the cause on myself but this time I couldn't.

"I'll grant you death a less painful way, instead of torturing and killing you, I'll go with this." He mumbled, pulling out metal gun. All of a sudden, before I could even make a single movement, the bullet ripped through the air and plunged straight on her chest causing her to scream in agonising pain.

The time I reached her she had already felt limp on the floor, then all it went was silence. She puffed out her last breath before dying on the cold floor with thick, clear crimson blood continually pounding from her heart and collecting around my palms.