Crowned And Cursed.

Resurrection

Belladonna's POV

They dragged me into a dark, damp cell and threw me onto the cold stone floor. I winced as the impact jarred my body, and the stench of mold and filth filled my nostrils. The guards laughed and jeered exchanging glancing.

“For a witch , you are very hot and sexy,” one of them sneered, his lips curled in a cruel smile and had the audacity to place his hand on my bum.

I glared up at him for some reason I could feel something within, like a force ready to escape and attack, my anger bubbled to the max boiling point.

“Leave me alone!” I shouted, slapping him one across the face with all the strength I could muster.

His eyes widened in shock , “ Oh, you’ll regret that,” he hissed, rubbing his reddened cheek. “Your stepmother said we should teach you a lesson,” with full force he pushed me so hard I fell.

Regret washed over me more quickly than expected, I shouldn't have done that , I should have tried to gain their favor and perhaps beg them to not lock me up.

The three guards entered my cell and locked the door behind them. They circled me like predators, their eyes gleaming with sinister intent. I tried to scramble to my feet, but one of them shoved me back down.

“Please, don’t do this,” I pleaded, my voice trembling.

One of them grabbed my arm and twisted it painfully. “Shut up, witch,” he spat.

I fought back as they grabbed at me, but I was outnumbered and overpowered. They pinned me down, one getting on top of me while the others held my arms. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled in vain.

“Get off me!” I screamed, but it was no use .One of them unbuckled his belt taking off his trousers a cruel smile spreading across his face.

“No one’s coming to help you,” he taunted, his breath hot and foul against my ear.

They took turns, each one violating me while I screamed for help. What I had kept for my mate was now taken away, leaving me weak , broken and violated. When they were done, they laughed at me, their faces twisted with cruel satisfaction.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” one of them sneered, zipping up his trousers. “ You handled it like a big girl.”

They left, their laughter echoing in the cell. I lay there, feeling dirty and disgusted, hot tears streaming down my face. My own father didn’t care about me, and my stepmother wanted nothing but for me to die. I cried until my tear glands ran dry, eventually blacking out from exhaustion and pain.

The sound of the guards coming to get me woke me up. My body ached all over, and I could barely move. “baby girl, we enjoyed our time with you but it's time for you to meet your doom,” one of them said, laughing cruelly.

I was too weak to resist as they pushed and dragged me around. They took me to a room where I saw the witch, my so called family and an altar prepared for me. The sight of the altar filled me with dread.

The witch looked at my father with pleading eyes. “It’s dangerous,” she said, her voice trembling. “We shouldn’t do this.”

But my stepmother stepped forward, her eyes blazing with hatred. “Do it now,” she commanded. “I want this over with.”

The witch chanted and said some kind of magic spells with a shaky voice. She hesitated and grabbed a portion, I could see it in her eyes she was forced to, she didn't want to go through this whole thing.

My step mother snatched the portion and forced it down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation inside me. It started in my stomach and spread through my veins, building up to an unbearable intensity, my body felt like it was on fire.

I screamed, the agony too much to bear. My body writhed on the altar as the pain consumed me. I heard a loud painful roar in my head, and I couldn’t tell if it was from me or an effect from the portion. I looked at my father, desperate for any sign of compassion, but he wasn’t even looking at me. Tears streamed down my face, was this the end? My hearing faded and so was I. I couldn't feel anymore and everything went black.

When I woke up, everything was different the place looked like a war had taken place. Broken buildings, burnt forest, scattered objects and scorch marks surrounded me. As I looked around, I saw a woman standing not so far from me with open arms—she looked just like me and had the same hair as mine.

“Bella, my baby,” she whispered, tears dripping down her face. It didn't need a DNA test to tell me that It was my mother.

I got up and ran to her, my legs trembling. I hugged her, burying my face in her shoulder as my tears poured out. I had dreamed and yarned for a moment like this and if it was a dream I didn't want to wake up at all.

.“I’m so sorry, Mom. It’s my fault you’re dead, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry” I sobbed.

“Don’t say that,” she told me, her voice soft and soothing as she wipes my tears. “It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. It was never your fault.”

I pulled back, looking into her eyes. “I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

“I’ve missed you too my love,” she said, brushing a tear from my cheek. “ I never got the chance to hold you and I thank the moon goddess for the opportunity, but unfortunately you need to go back my child. If you don’t, everything will be destroyed, and our people will suffer. You’re destined for greatness, Bella. Stay strong. I’ll always be there for you.”

I was emotional and confused trying to understand what she was talking about.

“ I love you so, so much, please know I'm always with you and you're always in my heart.”

She let go of me stepping back, waving goodbye.

“Mom, please don’t leave me!” I begged, reaching out for her, but she kept getting farther away.

“ Please mom !” I screamed my voice choking in my cries.

“Mother!” and then, boom—I woke up.

I sat up and looked around and saw everyone gathered around me . I was naked covered in white clothes, surrounded by flowers with a huge fire pit nearby. Everyone, including my stepmother, looked shocked and scared.

“Im-Impsosible, this is impossible,” one of the pack members said. “She was declared dead seven hours ago.”

Wait a minute, I actually died ?

They started calling me a witch again. The witch who performed the ceremony stepped forward, her face pale. “She’s free from the demon,” she said, her voice shaking.

My stepmother’s face twisted with anger. “This isn’t over,” she hissed.

My body ached, and I could barely stand. My father finally spoke up. “Take her to her room,” he ordered the maids.

My stepmother tried to intervene. “She needs to continue her chores,” but my father cut her off with a sharp look,”, “ I said take her to her room.”

I was taken away and left to rest. For the first time, my father showed a glimmer of care for me.

I lay in my bed, my body aching and my mind racing.

I died , I finally got a chance to see what my mother really looked like. In all the pictures in the house, her hair was completely black. Maybe she hid it from people like my father.

But what really bothered me was trying to figure out the reason why my mother decided to bring me back to life and what did she mean I was destined for greatness.

Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I was jolted awake by hands covering my mouth. Panic surged through me as I was dragged out of bed and taken outside. There, I saw my stepmother, her eyes filled with hatred.

“I have tried being nice to you , I tried to help you but you are just too stubborn,” she spat circling me like a vulture “I want to help you, to put you out of your misery. I want you dead.”

She beat and slapped me, her blows landing hard and fast. The pain was excruciating, but her words hurt even more. “You’re nothing but a curse,” she hissed.

Broken and bruised, they dragged me into the forest. I knew she was evil but didn't expect her to be this cold , rouges.

They handed me over to the rogues. The rogues circled me, their eyes gleaming with anger.before I could blink they attacked me, beating and tossing me around until I was bleeding. My stepmother watched with satisfaction, a cruel smile on her face.

Just when one of them wanted to deliver the final blow, their hands stopped mid-air, and their bodies began to contort. I looked around and saw my mother’s spirit. “Run!” she told me, her voice echoing in my mind.

Somehow, I found the strength to get up and run. My stepmother screamed in rage, commanding the rogues to chase me. I ran through the forest, the branches tearing at my clothes and skin. My feet were bare, and I stepped on broken bottles and thorns, but I kept running.

I stumbled and rolled down a hill, but I didn’t stop. I prayed for my mother to protect me, her voice guiding me. “Run to the left,” she said, and I obeyed. Soon, I couldn’t hear the footsteps anymore.

“You are safe now,” her voice reassured me.

I looked around and saw a road nearby. I ran toward it, my vision blurring. As I tried to cross, everything became hazy. The last thing I saw were the headlights of a car coming toward me. Then I collapsed, the world fading to black.