His Prisoner

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

What have I done? My eyes twitched as I recognised my own terrible mistake. My legs wobble up as I fall down, my weak bones crackle before resting on the floor. The pounding of our hearts is at one rippling speed...of pain. His hands motions towards his waist, the bloodied wound is now covered as a small groan escapes from his lips.

I am not a monster.

I don't hurt people I love.

I am not like him.

My own voices shreds the skin of my ears, going deep inside me and screaming at my soul which is now covered in black. My head drops down in shame as my trembling fingers still circle around the metal gun. Tears burn down my eyes as flames enormously explodes in my soul, what's left now...is black ashes.

"No, I am sorry." I sob, fastening my pace and running to him but I am unable to stand on my legs any longer so I drop in front of him.

He eyes hold nothing, neither anger or pain given by this bullet burned in boiling silver. I hitch as his eyes takes a turn to red for a mini second before switching back to blue when he looks at me.

"I am so sorry. I don't know how it came in my mind...." Letting out a whimper, I placed my hand over his hand which was settled above the wound. "I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry..." I continually repeat my words over and over again...until he doesn't forgives me.

He grasps my wrists and pulls me away. "I am not going to die this soon..." He shook his head disappointingly, and forcing another tight tug on my wrist.

"Mathilde," He yelled as she ran to him.

Everyone stood crowded around us, silence once again spread across the room. No one ever really spoke in any kind of matters, whether it was a fight or a small boy getting hit by steaming iron bars, no one had the authority to speak expect for Madam Mathilde and Melina.

Sometimes they also weren't also allowed to, specific commands come from the back and its mostly Erik or the second in command, I have no idea who he is but I am sure he will be another cruel man just like every single werewolf ever existed in this horrible world.

"Take her back to her room." He ordered, and a moment later two hands came underneath my arms. Weak was all I felt, my legs curled up next to each other, unable to even stay straight for a second.

The scent of my bitter blood, spreading across the room like an air freshener. Dried, sticky blood smeared all around my clothes, those white clothes now turned red, for a second it was hard to figure out who's blood it was....mines or that unfortunate woman who lost her life because of me.

A blurry vision of people drifting away from my sight. Wicked eyes giving death stares, like I just murdered him...which was impossible.

Our death would be the most romantic thing ever, leaving all the horrible worries behind either of us will be holding a glass of poisoned wine and in the other one we would be holding each others hand before sipping in it and falling apart in dark maroon sheets of his deadly room.

I couldn't think anymore longer, all I could see was me being carried through numerous hallways. With a small smile plastered on my lips, I passed out knowing our death isn't coming any time soon...

The following morning wasn't usual. Birds chirping, sun gleaming through the glass windows allowed me to jolt of the bed but I was held back down when I felt a sharp sting crossing across my back.

Those depressing thoughts dive back into my head immediately.

I groan, slapping my hands over my mouth, hoping I wouldn't scream when the wet cotton ball runs over my back. Who is this? And where am I?

Finally deciding to open my eyes, I was suddenly blinded by the sunlight. Turning to the other side I looked at the girl who was patiently cleaning my wounds for the past I don't know how many hours.

"Who are you?" I croaked out, throwing the locks of my hair back to get a much clearer look of the beautiful, young woman sitting beside me on a wooden stool.

"I am Eleonora but you can call me El." She spoke silently, pulling out some cotton balls from the box, she did even hesitate to look into my eyes or make an eye contact. I immediately understood she was send by Erik.

Questions roam around my head, I slip my bottom lip inside and start to nibble it while staring at her curious movements around the room. Placing my hand under my chin, I hold my face in confusion.

"How long was I out and why am I here?" I asked, rubbing circles on the bruise at the top of my jaw, given by him when he slapped me...but what I did was way worse.

She walks into another wooden door and soon she comes out holding a beautiful red dress, my eyes immediately catches the attention of the golden rose stitched around the waist line. The sparkle of it was way shiner than anything my eyes have ever seen.

After finding out I was staring at the dress for to long, I instantly ripped my eyes away and glared back at the girl. Her eyes were cold and dark but yet so innocent. I couldn't figure her out, she was just to sweet and humble to me however only that much mysterious she had become now.

Something was wrong, just like something was wrong with Samantha, the woman who died yesterday.

"You slept for eight hours, its twelve o'clock if you are wondering. And you are here because I was supposed to check on your bruises and do some other tests. You can change in this and go back. I have to be somewhere." She completed, opening the wooden door of her room.

The ice-cold air dashed around the room rapidly, covering my warm, naked body into its freezing temperature. I shivered, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over my body.

"Wait!" I stopped her, she gulped and turned around nervously. Still not making any eye contact.

"What are my results..." I speak out of blue. "I mean...the test result. Is there something wrong with me?" I asked.

"No," she sighed.

"Okay...why do feel weak and dizzy at night. Even though I don't feel sleepy but at ten or eleven something happens to me." I questioned. I knew there was something wrong with me, and it was getting worse day by day. My body wasn't active like it used to be five years ago.

"Yes...its because of your punishments." She looked around the room, her heart beat scratching my ears and her nervousness smelling from this afar.

"I have to go, bye." She muttered immediately before leaving the room and running somewhere else like a volcano was going to erupt.

I got up, throwing the sheets aside and walking to the dress. Still naked, my body instantly effected from the cold and started to shiver but I didn't care. Wearing the undergarments, I slipped the red dress and once it reached my legs, I grasped the rough golden rose.

It was a long dress, fitting me perfectly, there was a dark red hood at the back but I don't need that anytime soon. I have to change back into that maid outfit because this one won't be allowed and I really don't want to ruin it by throwing dishwasher soap and dust on it but....a girl can look beautiful for some minutes.

The moment I stepped forward, heading to the door, a golden locket slipped down from the dress and onto the floor. I kneeled down and picked it up, circled it around my fingers and stared at it.

It was the same exact rose.

It must be that girl, she must have mistakingly dropped it on the floor after all she was in a hurry. I walked behind her, asking some other maids where she went. Most of them told she ran to Erik's office but I didn't believe it.

What would she do there? I hope she isn't another girl like the one yesterday because if she is either way she is going to die.

I hurried to his office, the last one in the floor. It was the most peaceful place in this entire world. In the beginning, after he left, I used to run to his office and spend my days there, listening to songs to reading books and breathing in his scent left behind but soon one of the Madam's saw me inside doing all sorts of things so she immediately ordered the door to be locked...well until now.

Reaching the last stair in the castle, my limbs ached, wanting to lie down peacefully without any worries scattered in my head...I didn't knew another one was coming.

I breathed heavily, trying to get every ounce of oxygen inside. My heart was clenching as I reached the door knob of his office but surprisingly it already stood open. Some voices of yelling could be heard from inside.

I clutched the golden locket tightly, nearly bruising my palm but I loosened it in a second after. I slipped down on the floor and stuck my ear to the door, listening to every bit of their conversation.

"It will take ten more years for her to die and if I increase her dosage she will get problems and after that she can easily figure out what's wrong with her." The girl spoke, her tone laced with fear.

Was she talking about me? Or another person who might be sick and their medicines don't really work.

I continued to listen. "I don't care." Erik boomed, slapping his hands on some kind of wooden table, sending most of the objects on the floor.

"Before she turns eighteen I want her dead. I don't care whether she finds out or not. If she doesn't dies on her birthday then we all know what will happen." He sighed before continuing. "Increase the drug dosage, lock her in a room. I am your alpha, listen to me." He yelled, finishing off this conversation.

I swam a little back from the door, some people fear for knowing the truth that's why they liked to be lied...just like me.

Drugs?

I was given drugs...for how long. Since I was born or since he left. I don't want to die. I can't die this fast, I am not even an adult yet. Why does he wants me dead? I thought he loved me? We made promises...to live and die together so why now is he breaking them.

I crawl back from the office, getting up was way harder for me but I did. I finally got up and made my way out of this castle.