The Lycan stalked toward me, his movements were as smooth and dangerous as a tiger on the prowl. His eyes shone with a predatory gleam, his scent thick with desire.
"You are mine, little human," he growled at me, his voice like silk and gravel.
"I will make you scream my name with pleasure."
I took a step backward, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I knew that I was in danger, that the Lycan's strength and ferocity were unmatched. But I also knew that I had to try to reason with him.
My voice trembled with fear as I met the Lycan's gaze, my body quaking with the effort to stay strong.
"I'm on my period," I blurted out suddenly, my words spilling from my lips in a desperate attempt to repel him.
"I'm bleeding. You don't want me like this, do you?"
I observed his nostrils flaring again, his lips curling back to reveal his sharp, predatory fangs. But then, his expression shifted, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
His face twisted with rage as he seized me by the arm. I gasped in pain, my skin burning from his touch.
"You dare to deny me?" he snarled, his breath hot against my face.
"You are mine, and I will have you, regardless of your bleeding."
I struggled against his grip, my heart racing as I realized that I was at his mercy. I knew that I had to think of something, and had to find a way out of this situation.
Please," I pleaded, my voice shaking as I met the Lycan's gaze. "I'm not ready for this. There's something you need to know."
The Lycan leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin.
"What could you possibly tell me that would make me change my mind?"
I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to think of something, anything, that might stay in the Lycan's hand. And then, in a flash of inspiration, I remembered the old stories, the legends that her grandmother had told her as a child.
"There's a curse," I whispered, my voice hushed with fear. "A curse that will befall any Lycan who mates with a human on her period."
He drew back, as his expression shifted from anger to confusion.
"What do you mean, curse?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?"
I licked my lips, my mind whirling as I tried to recall the details of the old stories.
"It's an ancient curse, one that's been passed down from generation to generation," I continued, my eyes wide with fear.
"They say that if a Lycan mates with a bleeding human, he will be condemned to a life of torment and pain. His strength will fade, his mind will warp, and his heart will turn to stone."
His grip on me loosened, and his gaze flitted back and forth as he considered my words.
"This is just a trick," he growled, his voice laced with suspicion. "You're trying to save yourself."
"I swear it's true," I insisted, my voice trembling with the weight of her conviction. "I know it sounds like a fairytale, but the legends are real. If you mate with me now, you will suffer for eternity."
His grip on my arm loosened further, his eyes darting back and forth as he considered his options. He was a proud creature, unwilling to admit defeat. But the curse, if true, was a formidable foe.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" he demanded, his voice thick with the challenge.
"I swear it's on the moon and stars," I said, my voice hoarse with desperation. "I would not lie about something like this. It's too important. Please, don't risk your life for one night of passion."
The curse had sown doubt in his mind, a seed that was taking root and growing.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Lycan released my arm, his body relaxing as he stepped back.
The Lycan fixed me with a glare, his eyes dark and dangerous. "You're lucky today, little human," he said, his voice a low growl.
"The curse has saved you from my wrath. But I will be watching you, and if you try to deceive me again, I will make you regret it."
My heart pounded in my chest as the Lycan turned and disappeared into the shadows. I was still shaking, still haunted by the fear of what could have happened. But I had survived, at least for now.
With a flick of his wrist, the Lycan signaled to the guards before my presence, his voice a low command. "Lock her up in the dungeon," he growled. "Make sure she doesn't get out. I want her to watch day and night."
The guards seized me, their grips like steel as they dragged me through the corridors of the Lycan's lair.
I huddled in the corner of the damp, windowless cell, the darkness swallowing me like a thick, suffocating blanket. I shivered, my body shaking with the chill of the cold, damp stone walls.
Food and water were brought to me thrice a day, always by different Lycans. None of them spoke to me, treating me like a dangerous creature that needed to be kept at arm's length.
I longed for sunlight, for fresh air, for human contact. But my pleas fell on deaf ears.
Days melted into nights, the passage of time marked only by the delivery of my meager meals. My mind ached with boredom, my muscles growing weak from lack of exercise.
I traced patterns on the floor with my fingers, sang songs under my breath, and did anything to distract myself from the crushing monotony of my imprisonment. But it was a losing battle, and each day I resolved to weaken a little more.
Occasionally, I would hear footsteps in the corridor outside my cell or the distant echo of voices. But no one ever came to rescue her.
Memories of Valerie flitted through my mind like a warm breeze on a summer day.
I remembered the smile that would light up the young maid's face when she brought my meals, the kind words and gentle conversation we shared.
"Valerie, where are you?" I whispered into the darkness, my voice catching in my throat. "I miss you. I wish you were here."
Tears pricked in my eyes as I thought about the gentle friendship we had shared, a small but precious oasis in the desert of her captivity.
When the Lycans brought my meal, I turned in face to the wall, refusing to even acknowledge their presence.
"I won't eat unless Valerie brings me my food," I declared, my voice firm with newfound determination.
The Lycans were taken aback by my defiance, their expressions flickering with surprise and annoyance.
But I remained unmoved, my hunger a dull ache in the pit of my stomach.
"I won't be treated like this," I said, my voice shaking with rage. "Either you bring me Valerie, or I'll starve myself."
I heard the creak of the door, my breath quickening as I turned to see Valerie standing in the doorway, a tray of food in her hands.
"Oh, Amelia!" Valerie exclaimed, her face breaking into a wide smile. "I'm so glad they let me see you."
I sprang to my feet, tears of joy stinging my eyes as I threw my arms around Valerie, the warmth of my embracing a balm to a weary soul.
"I've missed you so much," I whispered, holding Valerie close. "I was so afraid I'd never see you again."
With a sigh, I sank onto the hard stone floor, Valerie following suit, the tray of food forgotten for now.
For a long time, we sat in silence, the echo of our breathing filling the small cell.
Finally, I broke the silence, my voice trembling with emotion.
"The Lycan...Gerald...he was so angry. He tried to...to do things with me," I said, swallowing hard.
Valerie nodded, her face sober and understanding. "I heard the rumors," she said, her voice low. "He's not a good man."
I wiped away a tear, my throat constricting with fear and shame. "I told him I was on my period, I didn't know if it would work, but I had to try."
Valerie's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly recovered, her face softening with empathy. "That was smart," she said, her voice a gentle murmur. "But it was a dangerous gamble."
I nodded, my gaze dropping to my hands. "I know. I was desperate. And I'm still trapped here.
I told Valerie how bored I was and my craving to have a view of the outside world.
"I have a plan," Valerie said.
My face lit up with hope, the first glimmer of excitement I'd felt in days. "A plan?" I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. "What's your plan?"
Valerie rose to her feet, a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "Come with me," she said, beckoning towards the door.
"I have an idea, but we need to be quick."I nodded in affirmative, my heart hammering as I followed Valerie into the dimly lit corridors, our footsteps echoing through the shadows.