His Prisoner

Chapter 2

I passed my hand to my throbbing forehead, shrieking out in pain I laid flat on my bed, impatiently waiting for my unpleasant punishment to be decided. Whipping, fighting, no food for a several amount of day or else locked up in basement for two nights...what else is left?

Without any expression, my mind continued to play fancy tricks and confess vulnerable thoughts. I shook my head in disbelief, smothering the lump heaped around my throat from all this suspension. It was overwhelming and I knew it but I couldn't help myself to forbid these dreadful thoughts.

Something horrible was going to happen, I could feel it.

Blood aggressively pumping through my veins, fire burning in my chest for the gruesome act I did early in the morning. An angelic whisper made it to my ears, I shivered in disgust when the voices gathered around my head and suddenly they all yelled at me, threatening me one by one.

Clenching my fist and gritting my teeth together, I pressed my canines on my lips and drew blood out of it.

Warm liquid trickled down my lips, the door swung open and madam Melina walked inside my room. Her eyes slowly danced across my room before landing on me. Wiping the fresh blood of my lips I still could taste some sourness around my tongue however I decided to get up from my bed and stand in front of her.

I believed she could hear my heart beating rapidly and nevertheless smell my anticipation for the punishment.

Her bright red eyes glazed over me, she stared at me for a second before twitching her eyes.

"Thalia," she sighed as my eyes narrowed down to her and I nervously stood frozen.

Beads of sweat dripped down my palms, sweat gathered in between the lines creased on my forehead, foreshadowing my uneasiness with her.

She was mean just like her brutal punishments.

"This is the second time in this year you decided to kill someone, you punishment will be increased with your chores and the rest will be decided-" She was cut off by a soft voice which only Madam Mathilde held.

"That's all we are allowed to say. Thalia, go to the dun-geon for your punishments." She muttered, sounding like she was pressurized to say anything to me, when I caught her stuttering I immediately figured out something was wrong and I needed to find it out.

As they both turned away to leave, I reached out to grab Madam Mathilda's arm but she flicked her fingers from the back, telling me not to stop her.

Observing from a distance, I glared at both of them as they restively walked away, wanting to hear every detail of their whispery talk I, started to follow them but when I noticed the time in the hallway clock, I had to go for my uncalled punishment.

Cursing under my breath, I struggled to go back but when I found my fingers scraping dust off the metal walls in the dungeon I stopped insisting myself to go back instead I walked further, inviting the darkness.

Several cries, tears and sobs broke down, everyone around me whether it was a prisoner being beaten, starved, locked inside a cage or else a guard holding metal chains dipped in hot boiling silver, they all together gave me a intense bulging look.

I waved my hand and grasped the metal rod. "What? Quit staring, it's rude." I yelled bravely, my rough voice roaring deeply covering all the faint whispers and hoarse cries. Its not like I murdered someone.....

After a few seconds of eerie silence, I looked around the dungeon. It wasn't really big neither it was small however it definitely had space for hundred prisoners. The walls were designed by heaps and heaps of stones, steps made of cobblestones and stones cut inside allowing to place thin shelves in them.

Names carved by knifes and forks on the pitch-black wall, gruesome shackles and dreadful torture devices slotted straight in the shelves. Whips and chains hanged from the walls.

Bittter scent of blood and uncleaned bowls of dog food reached up my nostrils, I shrugged in horror as a wave nausea roll over me, my hands trembled and my slim chiseled legs shivered as I walked in the darkness to search for Jackson, the only person was in charged for my beatings.

Most of my life I have spent in one of these cages, my first punishment was given to me when he left and everyone blamed me for his departure, even I blamed my four year self. I couldn't help it, he left without a word or a letter...nothing.

Later on a rumour was spread that he was training another pack in the north but I didn't believe. He left because of me...even when he promised he wouldn't.

"Jackson is gone and now I am charged for you." A rough, grumpy voice echoed around the dungeon. Wrinkles appeared on my forehead as confusion spread across me, I folded my hands strenuously and turned around.

A mysterious guy I had never seen in my life was standing in front of me with a silver chain in his hand, I would lie if I said he wasn't handsome and muscular however when I saw blood dripping down his shirt I shivered at the thought of him whipping me.

"I am a human and I don't really want to die that early." I confessed, looking at him.

All I got in return was his sadistic laughter, panic quickly rose in me when he harshly wrapped his fingers around my swollen arm and looked at me triumphantly. Quivering under his touch, I moved his hand away from mines.

A cocky smile appeared on his lips when he noticed my movement, "I was burned by cooking oil and its hurts. .anyways what's my punishment? I don't really have that much energy to stand in this atmosphere. " I stated, moving away from him.

He nods his head, defeatedly agreeing to me. He picks his pace and walks into another black room, I breathe the dirty air before stepping in the room with him. Still being afraid of him, who wouldn't? Any kid would cry by just looking at his horrendous face.

I wasn't allowed to fight back especially in my punishments, it was useless, the only thing I would get in return was the double amount of the same punishment...a little more violent though.

Looking around the room, I was quite surprised because it wasn't a normal punishment cage. It was way bigger than the entire dungeon, majority of the place was covered with numerous types of torture devices and the rest was completely void.

Only few furious mens were found talking, their manly voices annihilating and conquering my mind that was throbbing with pain. I desperately wanted to run out of here, where I couldn't find presence of a vicious soul. Conflicting my emotions, I veiled my sadness and anger together.

"Anyone remembers this witch?" My new tormentor spoke huskily while pulling my shoulder once again, I winced from the pain crossing over my blisters but I made sure to put no emotions up.

"Is she..oh God we should runaway before she uses her magic." Exaggerated the man in blue shirt.

They all seemed quite surprised either because they never saw a beautiful lady like me or else they simply like to pop their sockets out.

"She is all ours to destroy. " Their eyes widen with excitement as I shockingly stared the man.

What did he mean by that? If they even think of touching me I will make sure their never see the sunlight again.

"Don't even think-" He cut me off by grabbing my face harshly, his other hand holding my arm with firm. I was left astounded by this sudden movement, no one dared to ever touch or even speak to me like this expect for him and these people were no match to him.

He was the king and these were his slaves.

"Pretty face but you have no manners to talk to anyone. Oh wait your mother never taught you any manners because she never loved you. " I opened my mouth to argue, I could never listen anything wrong about my mother but before I could speak he placed his hand over my mouth.

"And that's why she left you with us. Now be a good little girl and get on your knees." He ordered, the mens at the back cheered with interlacing each others furious whistles and wild beast roars.

Warm tears trail down my cheeks following by small, broken sobs as a wave of sadness flood over me. My eyes grieved and my lungs ached for fresh air. I wasn't feeling comfortable around these group of grown mens. My heart pumped out of my chest as I continued to force tears down my eyes.

From all these years I learned one thing....my cries weren't just any cries.

Just when he started to feel pity for my innocent tears, he slowly moved his hands from my mouth and loosened the grip he tightly held on my blistered skin. The hair around my neck rose and I let it a hoarse cry of triumph before breaking the sorrowful silence by stomping on his left feet and then kneeing him were it hurts the most.

He groaned and he collapsed on the ground while wrapping his hands around his stomach. I smiled happily but I wasn't exactly satisfied yet so I hit my knee straight on his face, marking his face so he could remember rest of his life never to touch a women inappropriately.

"Asshole. " I yelled angrily as the other men's ran to me. One pulled my arm and other placed his hand on my chest, I didn't take a chance instead I rammed their eyes out with my bare, broken nails.

It was disgusting but it felt so amazing to hear their cries.

"Grab the b***h" Yelled the man with broken nose. All the grumpy mens ran to me immediately after his order. I quickly located the main door and in lightning speed I head for it because I wasn't that strong to take twenty grown mens down.

My heart was a verge of blasting, I admit I was beyond scared because no one ever did this to me. I stopped instantly when I stumbled across another familiar chest. Looking up at him, I sucked my breath in as my eyes stated at expressionless face with shock, studying his vivid features carefully.

Afraid and scared I took a step away from him. Flashes of his torments repeated in my mind like vinyl record. Our eyes finally met together but not even a single muscle moved from his face. His face was stern, and anger was stored in his beautiful eyes.

Thousands of questions ran in my mind but they were all answered when he slapped me..hard. His hands still strong and my knees still weak, I feel on the ground with a thud. My cheeks stung and blood flooded out from my mouth, I didn't fight back instead I just stared.

He never changed....