|Little Red|
My heart beat gradually grew faster. "You-" I feel bile crawling up my throat as memories of dynasty flash, and bombard my vision to the point I can't see. Being tied, blood being drawn, the deaths of many all so that we could be used.
"You're just like him." I mutter with pain, trying to push the memories aside so that I can put some distance between us. The wolf grips me right, refusing to let me even move an inch.
"What are you talking about?" His fake pretence of not knowing what he did wrong only angered me more. But what was I supposed to do? Fight him? I could try but if can't break free from his hand then there's no way I can fight him, and win.
"You…. You can see the hand on the door now can't you? You used me. Through that fucking kiss. You're all the same." I hiss, moving legs blindly so that I could kick him or do something.
The more I struggled the more images I saw. I remember the dark room, the first time I was there and how it had hurt when the blood was taken but I wasn't allowed to see the device. Everytime they used or even activated something through my blood I could feel the pain. It was….. it burned.
It was like someone took a torch of flames to my organs and proceeded to set them ablaze.
I thought there was at least a good difference between the wolf and the warden. But no, fuck no. I'm stupid. That difference was the only reason I complied with his ridiculous commands but now? It's even worse to know that he's just a bile beast who wants to use me the same way the warden did.
But wasn't that clear before? With all this nonsense of being a wife, clearly this was obvious to me but I must have turned my eyes away from it.
"Red, listen."
"Fuck you. You bloody asshole. You kidnap. Bring me to your bed, like I'm a cheap whore off the streets. You lied to me with your sweet words and your fucking rules. When you- I knew you were bad news but the idea that you would kiss me just so you could-"
"For GOD SAKES SHUT UP!" He yells, and I flinch.
My words die on my tongue, and I find no strength to say anything else. My eyes pinched as they closed. I really fucking hate this curse. I can't live my life because someone, someone out might try to use me to see something that isn't clear to them. And it is so annoying it is by far the most annoying thing.
I wish I could just….. I wish I could just get away from this man, find that old lady and ask her rid me of this. I want to be normal. If I can't see him, if I can't see any of these creatures my life would be ten times better.
"I didn't use you. I don't even know how to do that. I kissed you to calm you down, and then when I looked towards the door to try and see what you were talking about, I could suddenly see the handprint."
I immediately scoffed to this. "Right. Right, so my powers activated by accident. Okay, I believe you. Let's go back to bed."
My voice betrays me, and I finally reopen my eyes. The images are gone, but they're my memories so they live with me forever.
Back at the door, the handprint is still there and I can only glare at it. I dropped my head into the pillow, and tried to fall asleep.
"Red."
"No,"
The wolf laughs, I can hear the hint of mockery. "You don't call the shots on anything. I'm telling the truth, I have no reason to lie to you. I've been kissing you for days, why haven't I done this before?"
"I don't know, my mind doesn't exactly work like that of an asshole."
"Alright then, you don't have to believe me. It seems like you're hell bent on thinking that your curse would ever be useful to me. So sleep on that. Because your life will surely go by easier if you continue to talk back to me and act rude." His sarcasm is clear, and the wolf slips out of the bed.
I stayed in place, clenching my eyelids tight because he's a fucking asshole.
He thinks he can fool me? With that oh it wasn't on purpose. Sure. Sure.
I didn't want to think about it. He's right. Me detesting him for this would only lead to more punishments because I won't be following his orders.
I just need to be more obedient, get my mouth to stop ratting off without me thinking about my words first. One day, one fuckin day, he'll let his guard down. Heck, he'll even leave for a long mission and I will use that opportunity to get away.
Then when I can't see him, he won't need to keep me as his mate. I'll be gone before he even returns. Change my name, and start a new life in another country.
Far far away from this town.
I know how ridiculous my plan is. It has enough loopholes that it's practically leaking with a bad aura all around it. But when I escaped from dynasty, I didn't have a good plan. I didn't even know where the old lady live.
On hindsight, I can see how horrible that plan was but at the time it made alot of sense. Like right now, it makes sense to me..
Somehow I managed to get my body to fall asleep without the wolf's body heat, but I woke up all too soon.
My lashes made a fluttering motion, oh no.
It took a couple of seconds for my eyes To adjust to dim lights flicker in the hallway.
I've been forced down this hallway so many times I can actually get by without needing to see where I am going.
But my cousin was there. Eleana.
She stood next to a window, her fingers brushing over the tinted glass.
I didn't want to approach her, but I figured that the only person who could likely pull me out of this dream had just stormed out of the room upset. So I might as well get comfortable.
I used the strength in my arms to push my body up. Two of these confusing dreamlike experiences in one night.
I must be lucky.
My footsteps echo like they always do, I hear screams coming from the upstairs room. The shouting of a woman begging to be set free. Begging to let out of her misery.
I couldn't recognize the voice at first, but my body shuddered with despair as I picked it to be my childhood friend. God, we were eighteen when she was taken. Too young to be impregnated. The brutality of her rape had killed her on the spot, and the warden whipped every single one of us because she couldn't handle being raped.
I had to wonder, what did they do to her? A lot of the women I had known had gotten pregnant, they were hurt but never died on the spot. It wasn't until the warden selected me to clean up her body, with blood oozing out of my open whip oriented wounds, that I had seen one of the many images that would forever hurt me.
She had lost so much blood. She was the ying to my yang. Where I was chubby, she was petite and slim. And the man they had pegged her with was this big, African American prisoner with a recorded for being an absolute beast.
I'm sure he's not the size of a mythical wolf god but he must have come close because her vagina was wrecked, not in a good way. Her nipples, bitten clean off. Her face was pale from where he hand asphyxiated her.
I remember thinking that the warden deserved to burnt in hell, and then I thought about how the prisoner who did this to her deserved worse when a guard laughed about how he continued after his first orgasm. Which was what led to her death.
They had to shoot him with a dart because her being dead did not stop him. The warden didn't punish him, of course. He was only making sure that she was thoroughly pregnant.
I felt sick for weeks. But in dynasty, it's hard to focus on just one thing when so many is happening. I have stories that I would rather die with than say out loud.
"Adele, you came."
"I didn't really have a choice. Someone decided to use my ability, and another person contacted me from the grave. Sadly it's not my mother or sister. It's you."
Eleana let's out a sigh. "I only called you, you decided to come to me. Your power tripped, or something and I felt it. So I figured you might need something explained."
My power did what?
"No, I don't know what you mean."
"I can see the cut. I can explain why the warden could see you, if you'd like to know?"
Yes, I would fucking love to know. It would be better than thinking that the wolf was right when he said he didn't do it on purpose. He must be lying.
His whole 'why do I have to lie to you' makes sense because I can't do anything to him but people lie all the time. I refuse to feel like I'm the bad guy for reacting the way I did.
"Sure, tell me. And it better be a good explanation."
Eleana smiles weakly. "It is. It's also maybe my fault."
….
Huh?