Hem noticed what I was trying to do and slapped me to where I fell and hit my head and fell unconscious. Hem picked me up and carried me to my room. He sat me down on my bed and put the covers on me to make it seem like I was taking a nap.
A while later, I wake up. My head was throbbing; so I put my hands on my head and put pressure on my head to try to stop my head from throbbing. "Hem must've knocked me out and carried me to my room so that way no one would realize what he did," I mumbled to myself. I need to put a stop to this madness. But I can't because I won't marry Hem. I can't marry him because I don't love him...I love Prince Xzan.
I try to get up, but I fall right back down. I couldn't move my body without being in pain. I let out a scream from the pain. I hate this. I hate Hem. Why did his father have to treat Hem like an experiment? Or an assistant than a son? I can't be here anymore. I want to be with Prince Xzan. Where is he?
I soon start to lose consciousness, again. When my eyes were closing, I could hear voices and feel hands on me. I tried to speak, but no words were coming out or my mouth was opening, for that matter. Hem put a spell on me, didn't he? But how and when? Earlier I heard myself screaming, unless it was my on hallucinations to where I could hear myself screaming. But it felt too real for it to be hallucinations.
Before I knew it, I had lost consciousness.
A few hours later. I start to gain my consciousness. I'm in a chair. I'm tied down to the chair. I'm wearing a dress, it feels like. Its too dark to really tell even with my eyes opened. "H-Hello?" I called out, but my voice was way too soft, almost like a whisper. I tried to clear my throat and tried calling out again. Same results as the first time, but it seemed like my voice was getting a little louder.
I couldn't really move my arms or legs to make some sort of noise to get someone's attention if there was anyone here with me at this point in time. All I can do is sit here until I hear someone or something.
I'm alone with my thoughts. I don't like being alone with my thoughts. Which is why I'm always doing something. My thoughts are very dangerous. Er, well, not really dangerous, more like scary. I don't like to think about what my mind keeps. That probably makes no sense, but trust me on that.