I breathed in deeply when I tried to open my heavy, substantial eyelids. My body was stiff and all my limbs were aching like I had been hit by a massive load carrier truck. Everything was hurting but what hurt most was my heart. I slightly opened my eyes and an involuntary groan left my lips. I never felt like this before! I slowly moved my hands to rub my sore eyes.
I looked around and found myself again in this dark and horrifying room.
And that was when I recalled everything that had happened. My hands went straight to my neck.
He tried to choke me. Ironic for a man who saved me years ago.
Warm tears filled my eyes. This time I didn't stop myself from crying. I brought one hand to cover my mouth so I didn't make any noise. The tears were running onto the pillow and my heart was breaking thinking of everything that has turned my life upside down. I brought another hand to my heart and squeezed it tight because my heart was also hurting.
I sobbed for so long and I gave into my miseries and I gave into my fears.
What had I done to deserve this?
I never wished for this but guess what here we were. Held captive by inhumane humans. I wanted to go far from here and never look back. I wanted to run so far that he would never be able to come to me again.
But my world was shattered, it was broken. All I wanted to do right now was cry and scream and let it all out.
But I had run out of tears.
I had run out of life.
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FALCON'S P.O.V
Restlessness.
No one ever told me that restlessness felt so much like fear.
That it made you feel like someone was ripping your insides out.
Slowly yet painfully.
I was having that feeling when you didn't even know what the fuck you were feeling anymore.
I was tired.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
Physically.
I was exhausted from this never-ending pain.
I fell so hard for that girl who could never be mine.
She was the best thing I ever planned.
I wished I could explain what I felt about her. How I wished I could look into her eyes and could never get tired of their beauty. How I wished I could listen to her laugh and could get lost in her sweet voice.
The truth?
I loved her.
Why?
I didn't have the answer to that but I guess it was just her laugh, her smile, her eyes. The way she moved, the way she talked, and the way she gave me butterflies whenever she was around me were enough to explain my sentiments toward her. She had become my everything in this little bit of time of a few years. I have known her since we were in our diapers and I never realized that I would be dying to make her mine. I honestly couldn't say there was an answer to that.
But,
She could never be mine.
She was his.
She was his queen.
His to taint.
His to love.
He wouldn't ever allow my love. He would kill before I could make her mine.
I could just wait here and watch what was coming my way.
I gulped down the remaining alcohol present in this pathetic excuse of glass. Why the fuck even I bothered drinking when I very well knew that I couldn't get drunk?
Guess I was making this another one of those pathetic habits of those pathetic little mortals.
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a figure coming toward me. I sighed.
I didn't want to have another argument. I inwardly prayed.
"Falcon."
I looked toward the person standing a few inches away from me.
"Now what," I said trying to keep my voice even, trying to mask my annoyance. What was she doing here? I didn't want to talk to her about anything. Sometimes, I feel like why she's always there to worsen my mood.
I heard her sigh. And the next moment she was sitting next to me.
Great.
"Did you tell her?" She whispered taking a sip from her glass. I didn't know why but I felt this sudden urge to punch her in the face. She should mind her own business! Why did she keep sticking her nose everywhere? She was fucking so irritating!
Annoying I must add.
"No," I said nonchalantly.
We stayed quiet. None of us said anything.
Silence.
I liked this silence somehow.
Silence calmed my soul, the turmoil of my emotions.
"You should have told her. She deserves the truth." Oh god! Couldn't she keep her mouth shut for a few minutes? I wanted peace.
"I know," I said trying to hide the irritation in my voice.
"Then what are you waiting for." She asked again.
"The right time," I said.
"And when will that right time come". She mocked placing her manicured hands on the table.
Never.
What was she trying to do? Making fun of me?
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"Falcon, you are not making sense. It's been two days since she has been here."
I knew that for fucks sake! I was the one who kidnapped her! And it was all my fucking fault. If that fucking asshole would have stayed away from her then she would have been safe, away from all this!
She continued, "Everything is new for her I know, but she has to blend in. She has given up on her previous life. Her only future is with him. She has to understand that she is his. It will be easier if she gets that inside her mind as soon as possible." Nothing but fucking fact.
"Shut up." I gritted. I didn't want to hear anything.
She was fucking getting on my nerves now. She had no right to say anything about Sarah. She had no idea what would happen to her if he would claim her. What he would do to her. He would most certainly destroy her for his sick pleasure. And I would be the one to blame for her miseries. She deserved so much h better than any of this and here I was, dragging the love of my pathetic life in danger.
"What do you want me to tell her? Huh! That I'm the one who brought her into this hell! Or I'm the one who she should be afraid of! Cause I'm not fucking like her!" I screamed slamming my hand on the table. The glasses on the table shook with the impact.
I gulped the remaining bitter liquid down my throat.
Distract your mind, Falcon!
Think of something else!
Like?!
Like!
Sarah.
No Fucking Way!
I heard her sigh loudly.
"You are being absurd. I'm only saying that because this is her fate whether she accepts it or not. It was already decided."
"No! this is not her fate. She deserves so much better. You don't know her as I do. I have been with her since we were kids. I have watched her grow. I have watched her suffer. I have seen her in her most vulnerable state but I think this time, I won't be with her when he will drain the life out of her and shape her into the woman he wants to rule with who would be as cruel and heartless as him." I said with annoyance in my voice.
"She is too innocent for him. I can't let him destroy her." I whispered.
I stood up from the stool and made my way towards the door. But halted in my steps when her next words shook me to dick.
"And what are you doing?! You are equally responsible for this and what do you think that she will accept you when she will come to know that you are his brother, the brother of the man who wants to mould her."
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For the fourth time in two days, I woke up again. But still, I felt nothing except fear, hate, anger, and intense hunger. I didn't remember when was the last time I ate. I looked around and found nothing new. I was in this same darkroom I previously was in.
The curtains were opened now and the bright light emitting from the sun was entering the room from the glass windows making it look somewhat serene and was doing good in calming my senses. I got up from bed and halted in my steps when a sudden wave of blackness hit me. I tried to grab onto something for support but end up failing terribly on the ground. I groaned in pain. With great difficulty, I tried again. This time I was successful.
I sat next to the window and a small smile made its way to my lips when I saw various, colourful flowers dancing with the wind. In my world, full of grief and pain, these flowers were the only things that were keeping me sane, and my heart tranquillity.
The garden was beautiful unlike this place and I felt this sudden need to touch them but I knew I wouldn't be able to. The room was locked from the outside. The windows were locked. And here I was sitting near the window, admiring the garden from afar and criticizing my fate. By looking at flowers, half of the pain vanished. I didn't know why but I was happy about that. How I wished I could be there with flowers and I could touch them.
But my little happiness lasted for only a few moments, when I heard the door unlocked and there come a maid. It was the same maid who was in the dining room another day. Wait, what was her name?
Samantha...
No
Something like Sandy...
Oh yeah, Sandra!
"Greetings, My Lady" she greeted. I looked at her bewildered. I sat at my spot frozen observing what she was doing. And that was when I saw her placing a plate full of food on the bedside table.
"You should eat something," she said with worry lacing her voice.
Looking at food made my stomach growl. I bet she heard because a small chuckle escaped her mouth. I looked away embarrassed. She turned away and exited the room. And locked it from the outside. I kept looking at plates at food.
No!
I won't eat. What if the food was drugged or worse, poisoned? I looked away. And kept looking outside. I sighed as I continued looking at the flowers. There were roses, tulips, orchids, jasmine, china roses, marigolds, and sunflowers. Every colour of the flower was present.
The sunflower was looking just like a doughnut. And roses were red just like strawberries. And...
Get a grip, Sarah. I looked at the table again and sighed again.
The food on the table was calling me.
Okay just drop it and eat!
I stood up from my spot and made my way toward the table. The aroma of food entered my nose and that's when I lost it. I was hungry. Very very hungry.
I picked up the plate and sat on the bed and positioned the plate on my lap. I took a healthy mouthful of pasta on a spoon and brought the food to my lips. A moan escaped my lips when the flavours of spices burst on my tongue. I closed my eyes in bliss.
It was delicious, I must add.
I finished everything within minutes. And licked my lips savouring the last of food remains. It was like I was hungry for decades.
I put the plate on the table and made my way toward the bathroom.
I should take a bath, probably.
I stripped off naked and put my dress on the sink. I brushed my teeth and entered the shower. The warm water hits my cold body. And I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. I washed all the dirt and sweat off me.
After taking a bath for good twenty minutes, I exited the shower and dry myself with a towel. And that's when I realise, I had nothing to wear.
Well great.
I groaned in frustration. I took a bathrobe from the counter and exited the bathroom and screamed when I saw a maid standing near the bed.
"Your clothes, My Lady." She said and exited the room. I stood there frozen unsure of what to do. Okay, that's great.
I picked up the dress and frowned. It was simple but a bit out of my comfort zone. It was white barely reaching my mid-thigh with frills on the bottom. The back was bare, backless with a halter neckline.
I wore panties that were placed near the bed. They were white too. And wear the dress. I let my hair down to hide my back. I put the bathrobe in the bathroom and again sat near the window. Well, that's my new favourite spot in this gloomy room.
Why was this happening to me?
Why was I here?
What was this place?
Who was he?
Why did Falcon betray me?
Why was my father here?
All of these thoughts were eating me alive. I wanted answers but to no avail.
I nearly screamed when the door to the room suddenly opened. I turned around and scowled in frustration.
"What are you doing here?" I snarled at him. I didn't want to see his face. He disgusted me. Couldn't he leave me alone? I was already in this hell hole only because of him.
He didn't say anything but kept looking at me. He was looking...
Guilty? No! he couldn't feel guilt, no remorse. He was heartless just like the rest.
"Come with me and please, behave." he requested.
Like hell, I was going to come with him.
Like reading my thoughts he come near me and picked me up by my arm and start dragging me towards the hallway.
"Leave me alone. Why are you doing this?" I screamed but he was unfazed by this. He kept dragging me. And I had the feeling of deja vu.
Remember the last time, he dragged me along this hallway and I ended up fainting because of those red eyes?
I screamed louder but all my pleas were not doing anything. We reached the same large doors and he opened the door and dragged me along. I punched, screamed, and thrashed in his hold but all went in vain.
And that's when I realized we were in the same room, but this time the room was not that dark, the darkness was still present even though. All the memories of this room came in front of me like a movie. My body went into panic mode. My breathing shortened. My hands started trembling. I was overall scared.
"Leave." his dark, cold, dominating voice roared around the room and that's when I realized he was telling Falcon to leave.
No! no! no! I wouldn't stay here, I wouldn't stay anywhere near him. With this thought, I made a run toward the door but it was already too late.
The door was locked. Realization hit me like ice-cold water.
Falcon left me in this room with this cold-hearted monster. I felt his eyes on me, watching me intently, observing my every move. He was behind the desk, I knew but I couldn't see him. I took a step back, then another, and again another. I stopped when my back hit the door.
I was shaking like a leaf, like a puppy. The room lit itself. The chandelier was glowing now. The lights were on. And I could see him now.
He was exactly behind the desk with his arms on the table. He was handsome, I must say but he was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. His eyes were in his usual blue-grey colour He was looking rather...
Amused?
Even though his dark aura was still suffocating me.
He stood up from his chair and made his way to me. I gulped in fear. I didn't want him to choke me again.
I didn't know what came into me as I turned around and tried to open the door again. Of course, it was locked, I knew. But I didn't get time to register what happened next.
Everything happened in a blur. He moved with the speed of light. One second he was near the table and in another, he was behind me. His fist slammed the door almost smashing my face with it. I could feel him behind me.
He caged me with both of his hands on either side of my head. His hands were firmly placed on nt of me. My back pressed against his front. I could feel his hot breath near my ear.
"Go ahead, open it," he whispered almost daring me to touch the door.
Oh god! why is this happening to me?!
I shivered from his close contact. He swiftly turned me around so that we were now chest to chest.
Well not chest to chest, he was too much taller than me.
He grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted my head up and leaned in. He embedded his head in my neck and inhaled deeply. I was glued to the floor. I didn't know what to do. I was scared, terrified.
His lips touched my neck and I gasped as electrical sensations passed through me. I brought my hand to his chest and tried to push him but he almost immediately capture my both hands and pinned them above my head. I start thrashing in his hold.
"P-please let me-let me go," I said shakingly. He paid no attention to my words and kept licking my neck. I screamed when he sucked a particular spot near my collarbone. I was struggling to get out of his grip but he had other plans.
His grip on my wrists tighten and he started kissing my neck vigorously. He pressed his lips on my jaw kissing there, then moved again to my neck.
"What Do y-you want?" I asked with a shaking voice. I was afraid of what he might do to me.
He chuckled but didn't stop his assault on my neck.
"I want so many things." He whispered dangerously. "I want your mind, your strength," his one hand grazed the hem of my dress and he said, "I want this up," and again moved his hand inside my dress and tugged the hem of my panties. I shivered from sudden contact. "And I want them down."
I was in hyperventilation mode. I was beyond scared. My breathing shortened as his lips start moving toward my jaw. He kissed there and move them towards my lips. I was pinned against the door. His one hand held both of my wrists while his other hand was inside my dress, tracing the hem of my panties.
He kissed the corner of my mouth and looked into my eyes. He must have felt fear in them. His eyes were grey with specks of blue in them. That much I could make out.
I started panicking when the distance between us shortened. But then the unexpected happened.
He pulled away immediately like being near me could burn him. But I was thankful for that. His grip loosened. I breathed in relief.
He kept looking at me. His gaze makes me uncomfortable. I was happy that at least he was away from me. He looked down at me with intensity, probably contemplating what he should do.
But that's when it happened. Next moment I found myself being pinned to the door as his lips crashed against mine. I stood there frozen. Complete silence in my head.
He was.
He was kissing me.
His lips moved against mine aggressively. He just greedily claimed my lips and moved his hands all over my body, not even gently, very harshly and aggressively and freely. My eyes widened.
I tried to move to the left but his arm on the side prevents me from doing so. I tried to push his arm off me. He didn't let me. I tried to move my head so that I could pull away but he snarled almost inhumanely. His lips trailed down on my neck. He licked a spot near my collarbone and I whimpered. I again tried to move off but he slammed me against the door. And then he slammed me again until I start feeling pain all over my body. My body weakened with the impact.
"Don't, please!" I cried in agony.
He plunged his lips back into mine and again kissed me hungrily, shutting me off.
I started feeling dizzy. Only one thought was in my mind.
Why, why me?....
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