His Prisoner

Chapter 1

Morning daylight gleamed and flickered through rather spacious and busy town of Yorwickest. Gradient light beams mirrored off the shimmery water that sparkled from the coast set nearby the warehouses.

The intense light also fell on the uncrowded, polished and seemingly quiet streets of Oestridge, not many people were determined to wake-up this early, ever since he left, everybody had changed their habits except me.

It wasn't hard as I expected neither it was that easy as he thought. Every morning, simply before those loud piercing bells would ring, I would always squint my eyes open to the blazing sunlight, mutely hoping this to be a better day but like usual it wasn't.

I could feel the blistering fire enveloping around me for some uncertain reason, the burning heat absorbing in my skin as I darted my eyes across the room, looking around for the wall clock, once my weak eyes caught a glimpse of the time, I jolted out of my lumpy and old mattress.

Just when my numb foots swung on the cold wooden floor; the springs of the bed creaked and jumped beneath the stained, skinny sheets.

I believed it wasn't old, just a little bit grumpy at nights, nothing much. At least I had a comfortable place to sleep or else a bizarre human like me was supposed to be thrown on the floor.

Placing my hands on either side of the bed, I held my head up whilst closely listening to the voices of the birds chirping and the winds whistling softly.

I couldn't feel the warmth or the blazing heat of the sun, all I could see was complete murky darkness slowly covering my entire room up...just like my heart was covered..coated with black burning coal.

I scratched; yawning before getting up from the old mattress. Dragging my limply body covered in rags towards the washroom.

A cold breeze crossed through my naked legs, my dilated eyes enlightened up and looked around for the source of this wind however when I discovered that the weak wind blew out from the exhaust fan I shook my head depressingly.

How long will it take for me to step out of here and face the sun?

I stepped in the slopping tiles of my bathroom and in an swift moment I ripped the material off my sweaty body. Slipping it all the way down to my cold feet, I kneeled down and picked my dress from the floor before throwing it in the laundry basket.

White.

A bright, pure white color of my skin came in my view. It was meant to be soft, smooth and clean instead of covered with endless layers of dirt, boiled blue bruises, constant whipping marks curtained one after one, red stinging cuts scattered all around like a shattered glass with sharp ends.

I licked my bottom lip viciously before stepping underneath the shower; sun light flashed from the window and reflected it on the metallic silver of the shower faucets. I pulled it up and warm water streamed down from the holes.

I was quite shocked at the result of receiving warm water. It had been rare for me to get warm, boiling water.

From the past days only ice cold water drizzled down from the shower and onto me. However now I finally felt laces of warm steam collecting around my back.

Running my little fingers around my brown locks I closed my eyes, letting my muscles relax. Beneath the water my hips swayed around with my body like it was the first time I felt peace.

I couldn't feel any better...however once the water began to get cold, I hurriedly cleaned myself and stepped out of the shower. My dried, patched lips arched up in a restless smile as I walked naked and cold around the room.

Grabbing the towel hanging loosely on the rod, I rubbed it around my body and hair, feeling the bristles brushing around my skin made me tingly.

I draped the towel over the rod once again and pulled out some clothes from the rack. The maid dress given to me at the beginning of this year was rather short compared to the previous ones, I might be wrong because either my height grew or the person who bought this was merely a pervert.

It clung to my body tightly, not that I don't find it irresistible but it was quite exhausting to work with this tight piece of clothing, they were some moments I suffocated while cleaning the floors.

Running my hands down the dress to keep it straight, I looked at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes were glooming in the darkness of my room; I tucked a chunk of hair behind my ear before walking out of my tiny room people used to call the roof top.

This room was granted to me after I turned six...when he left....I was violently kicked out of the nursery and thrown in this dark room. In the beginning, I was beyond frightened however, soon, the darkness became my best friend and that I not begged anyone to take me back into that cage with screaming babies.

When walking down stairs my eyes scanned around and like I expected; nearly no maids were working, the few maids who were awake were either chit chatting or glaring at some stupid fashion magazines, gasping and turning their pages after eye-raping the men's photo.

I rolled my eyes at them before running off to the kitchen, the only place I was determined to breathe in. Beginning the day off without breakfast was quite difficult, tho' I blame that on myself for not waking up on the proper time.

"Well, look who decided to wake up." A mocking voice greeted me early in the morning. I wasn't in any mood to fight or even yell at anyone, I just wanted to pass this day without any whippings. Possibly every day.

"Irene, please stay away from me today." I warned her softly not wanting to raise my voice. I continued to clean the dishes covered with stains and dried them before placing the porcelain dishes back on the rack, where they belong.

My heart was pounding out of my throat, something weird was diffusing in my body...it almost felt like scorching ashes..like finally the fire had come to an end.

"Cut the act, did you forget what you did yesterday? Do you think I would forgive you this easily?" Irene said, battling her thick eyelashes and then folding her skinny arms across her fake chest.

If I only had a small chance to kill her and so her existence would be long forgotten in this greedy world.

"I got my punishment and also I apologized to Blake. He seemed quite forgiving unless like you but I don't really care about you and whatever I said yesterday was the awful truth...have two men at once, it’s really wrong if you ask me-" Before I could explain myself completely I was slapped by a girl no younger than me.

Her sharp, trimmed nails dug inside my skin, the fire once again rose in my chest when my cheeks covered with a sizzling sting.

I firmly held the glass plate on my left hand and placed my other hand on my burning cheeks, my hands were extremely cold and I expected for my face to also turn cold but it didn't, telling me it’s going to leave a bruise and forcing my blood to boil more.

I swung my left hand around the air and before I knew the glass plate shattered into thousands pieces just above or maybe on her head. I gasped and moved a little back when I saw her limp body falling down on my foot...just where she belonged.

Everything else was in slow motion. People running around her lifeless body, trying to wake her up however her heart beat has stopped ringing in my head and I was stabbing myself repeatedly for what I did but when she breathed through her nostrils I sighed in relief.

So close to kill my enemy....oh well bad luck.

"Thalia, this is serious. You nearly killed Irene, what were you thinking? Go back to your room. Melina will decide you punishment and until then you are forbidden to step out of your room." Mathilda yelled, pulling the almost dead girl to her lap.