We end up in a balcony from which the path to a dark hole of hell starts.
The building is cylindrical like a dried up well and there are stairs at the corner of the wall which is spiraling down towards darkness. I'm not able to see what is down there, but climbing down these stairs are going to be so difficult. They are very narrow and old with a small railing. Even though one is extremely cautious, there are multiple chances of tripping and falling into the black abyss.
"What are you looking at? Get down!", she kicks me forward towards the first step. Her voice echoes and ripples across the surface. I stagger and catch the weak railing which might give out anytime but somehow manage to steady myself and walk down the stairs with utmost concentration.
This is the most scariest place I'd have ever seen in life. The sound of my thudding heart echoes rhythmically and amplifies multifold. I'm embarrassed that I'm scared of what is to come to me if i follow this path. For some reason, I don't want to let down my guard or show fear in front of this girl.
I walk down in silence and to the best try to hold in all my sobs. She shouldn't know that I'm hurting or afraid, if she knows she might take that as a chance and torture me more.
"You know? You are actually lucky in a way", she says with envy. I don't answer anything. This girl trying to make conversation, will anyways be something dangerous and I don't want to fall victim to that.
"You won't ask me why?", she asks again, but I keep my mouth shut and continue walking down the stairs.
Maybe she's distracting me. If I listen to her and talk, I might loose concentration on these stairs and fall. That must be her only reason, because I don't see why else she'd want to talk with me.
"Tsk... I'll tell you... Our king saved you yesterday in spite of you being a spy and a lowlife bloodsucker and today you are being escorted to the dungeon by the future queen myself. Hmph! How lucky you should be!", she tells proudly.
What the hell? She is the future queen? Which means... the Dean and her are?
Oh my god! My blood boils at the thought. I don't know why I have these strong feelings towards him. I feel so possessive all of a sudden. No! This can't be. I think I heard wrong. Why is she his queen?
"Future queen?", I grit my teeth in anger. This can't be happening. For a minute, all the pain going their my body vanish and hot rage spreads through my system. I promised myself not to involve in a conversation with this wrench, but I'm not able to refrain from it anymore.
I know she's twisting me, she's trying to pick on me, but at the mention of his name how can I be quiet. Why am I so pissed off?
"Oh... Haven't you known? Ryan and I are betrothed. He's just waiting for me to attain the required strength to bear his child. The queen should always be strong if she is mating with the king himself. Ha ha! Anyways, I heard from Margaret that you like Ryan? Pathetic!", she laughs sarcastically and bumps my shoulder. Even that little action leaves an annoying pain in my hands which is dripping of blood.
Margaret told her that I like him? I never told her anything, how did she know? Oh...
Oh, fuck! Margaret can read mind.. Which means she would've read everything I thought about him. Shit! If I had known, I'd have stopped myself from thinking anything. But, what I'm more irritated is why Margaret told my private thoughts to this bitch.
Oh my god! Does he know too? I can't ask this bitch, then she'll act all mighty and big. I can't let her win this one. I fume in frustration but choose to keep mum.
Anger coils in my gut, "Which means you're weak now?", I chuckle sarcastically to irritate her. I really don't want to argue with a moron but she has touched my hot spot. I don't think I can back down now.
She fumes in anger, "Watch what you speak, filthy bloodsucker. Or I don't know what I'll do to you. Don't think I won't kill your sorry ass", she snarls
She snickers at me and continues, "It's really funny how you weaklings think. You dare to even have the audacity to like my King? Seriously, what were you thinking? As his future queen, it's my duty to teach you some very important lessons today. I specifically requested to be with you today, sweetie", she says in a sarcastic tone.
I know she's trying to get me riled up on purpose.
If I shout and fight with her, I'll lose even the little amount of energy I have left. I'm not that stupid to fall for traps like this.
One question is prickling my brain which I really don't want to ask her, but as I don't know if I can contact anybody anymore, I have to ask her, "Ugh! Does.... does he know? The king..... that I like him? Does he....", I gulp the sorrow deep inside. I still don't know why these things bother me, it clearly shouldn't but somewhere my focus is getting lost because of him. My chest hurts while uttering these words, "Does he know that you're doing this to me?", I finally manage to spit out the words.
He means something to me already. For some reason, my stupid heart believes that it's in love with him. Isn't it crazy? I barely met him and I'm already head over heels for him that I'm not able to bear the fact that he might not have the same feelings on me. Moreover, he's about to marry this crazy mean girl.
I sigh!
She laughs loudly and breaks out of tears like I cracked the best joke. I fume in anger.
"He's the one who sent me to torture you, bitch", she sneers.
I go numb. This is the worst. What was I expecting? That he'll be the prince charming and will come to my rescue like that day? I was so happy that he was the one who saved me, but I'm not anymore. If he had plans to torture me to death, then why unnecessarily waste his efforts to save my life?
Maybe he did it by mistake? My head is about to blast if I don't stop thinking right now.
Although whatever she's telling is believable, I don't want to fall for that. What is the guarantee that she's telling me the truth? There's still hope that he doesn't know whatever is happening here.
I hope I can meet Margaret and ask her what the hell is going on. But, is Marge also part of all this? She would never do that to me, would she? If she is on my side, then why should she tell everyone that I like Ryan?
Stop thinking, Eva, I chide myself.
Whatever it is, my only focus should be to survive.
Just survive one more day and then one more and one more. If I keep this streak going, then one day I can really meet my parents.