LIRA'S POV
I shivered as another wave of cold hit my skin. The black tshirt and jeans were both damp with sweat and my teeth were chattering in my mouth...probably getting a fever..oh well. This wasn't new to me, I've been here before... This room..empty and small felt like my second home. I say this because I've been here before, on multiple occasions really. Everytime I fight, scream or curse he locks me here. Thinking that I'll change my attitude towards him..Little did he know, this was where I felt at peace. The cold blowing on my skin was the only thing that kept me sane for the past two months..yes I've been keeping track of the days or weeks, months even....
This was the only place I could think without that psycho being all over my face. This was the only place I could actually show my true feelings. I made sure not to cry everytime he would electrocute, starve or say some really fucked up shit everytime I "disrespected" him. This was nothing to me. I knew something worse was coming and I'd be ready for it. If he thought that all his efforts of breaking me to submission were working then he had another thing coming.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath..Beautiful blue-grey orbs clouded my mind. A lone tear made its way to the ground. My heart broke at the thought of my mate. Ohh how I've missed him. The distance apart from him has been weighing on me for a really long time.
I could feel every worry, tension, pain and heartache he felt. His..no our people were dying, slaughtered like animals..I could feel them ..each and every tear he shed for them. For me..It all came crashing everytime I was in here. The cold was nothing compared to what I was feeling inside. My mate was suffering and I couldn't do anything to help him. My efforts to escape were in vain. He was slowly losing his sanity and I could feel it. Even though I knew he was strong enough to go for a few years, but he wasn't coping very well.
I felt a pang of anger and hopelessnes. I knew these were not my emotions, they were his. They were all he felt and that broke my heart. He has been searching for me, trying to locate where I was but his efforts went downhill. He was angry at himself for letting this happen. I wished I could tell him I'm fine, I'm alive, that he should stop blaming himself because it was my fault. If only I had listened to him and not left the house..More tears followed and this time, I let them. Low sobs and sniffles could be heard in the cold room.
All of this is my fault. If I hadn't insisted on leaving without telling him...none of this would be happening..he wouldn't be suffering the way he is now. None of them would've died and I'd be safe in my mate's arms..
"If only you had not fallen for him, we could've been happy together....." His voice came out of nowhere. How long had he been standing there?
Ignoring him, I quickly dried my tears with my forearms. I kept my head down, chanting a prayer in my head..don't show any emotions...don't let him get to you..don't let hi..My chant was cut off by his croaking voice..
"...Don't you see, he's the one coming between us. I saw you first and when I say you're mine it means you're mine!..Its just a matter of time, soon you'll agree to everything I say because you'll see that there isn't any option left for you to take."
I groaned in disbelief. I can't believe that after 2 months of him locking me in a cold room, chaining me to the wall after my various attempts to escape, starving me for days after stabbing his eye with a spoon and torturing me with a fucking taser..and he still thinks I'll go down without a fight. I would rather die than marry this psycho.
Lifting my head up to face him, I snickered in disgust. Meeting his eyes...well one eye, I flashed him a sick smile, liking the masterpiece I left on his left eye which was covered with a black eye patch.
"Lira. You will be mine. I will make sure of that!".. Well clearly he had amnesia because I had been telling him otherwise for the past two months.
"Just shut up already....You're sick. I was never yours and never will be. How long do you plan on keeping me here because there's no way in hell I'll ever agree to your bullshit..." I replied with a calm voice
"There are many ways to make you crack sweetheart and I'll make sure you do.." He growled.
"I think we've both discovered that I'll rather die than agree to your demands. I don't care what you plan on doing with me because we both know that I'll never marry you. I will never love you. I will rather jump infront of a moving train than wake up next to you.."
Grabbing my chin, he tilted my neck with me trying to peel his hands off my chin..
"Don't say that sweetheart. Be careful because soon..you'll wish you never attered a single word"....
Without warning his hand roughly grabbed my neck whilst the other reached for something in his pockect.
My eyes widened in realization and I tried kicking and scratching but it was pointless. The sting on my neck caused by the needle came before I could even bat an eye...
He then unchained my hands and feet from the wall, picking me up bridal style whilst trying to block my weak punches.
"..wh.ere are yo.u taking me?" Those wete the last words I uttered before I was swallowed by a cloud of darkness.
My eyes snapped open. Blinking a few times, I tried shifting my body only to discover that I was tied down to something. Moving my eyes, I scanned my surroundings. I was in a metal room, tied to a bed still in the clothes I was in when I was drugged, which was..I don't know. How long have I been out?
"You're finally awake"
A deep vicious voice startled me, shifting my focus from the wall to the sound. I blinked a few times trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. After a few blinks, I was finally met with cold brown eyes staring straight into my soul. The mysterious man moved towards the light and that when I saw it. The resemblance. Black raven hair neatly combed, smooth shaved jawline and lean muscled physique dressed in an all black suit, slowly revealing itself with every step he took. I needed no introduction to know who he was. I was not stupid. Heck I even knew to keep my mouth shut, which was really rare for me too... Flashing a vicious smile,
"Lira. I've been dying to meet the human who brought my foolish brother to his knees."
I didn't utter a single word. My body could feel the danger radiating from him and I knew he wouldn't hesitate killing me if I did something stupid. As if noticing my realization he smirked.
"I assume you already know who I am and what I am very capable to do if you try doing something we both know I wouldn't like." He didn't wait for any reply as he took a few steps towards what seemed like a metal wall but was actually a black glass door.
"You see, for many years, I've been trying to figure out what could make my brothers weak to their knees. But if I'd known sooner, we wouldn't be here now would we?" I frowned in confusion but kept my mouth shut because I wanted to be alive when Killian found me or when I escaped.
He then placed his large palm on the glass, revealing a room just like mine with a figure laying on a bed similar to mine. I raised my head, trying to get a better look and the person who was tied up on the bed.
"I finally discovered their mates will be the ultimate weapon I'll use to destroy them both" My eyes widened in realization. The woman, whoever she was, was Jacob's mate. I thought she died but it seems like she's very much alive.. This man was sick and twisted. How could he do that to his own brother, but then what was he caple of now that we were both chained and in his possession? I felt fear. For the first time in a really long time I feared for my life... He turned and faced me, a sinister grin made its way to his lips.
"Well then..now that you're both here, let us begin"