Carlos dragged me up the flight of stairs while I kept begging and pleading with him to stop but he wouldn't listen to reason and it became paramount to look clear that there was no way I could escape this.
Soon enough I just stopped begging and fighting. and I let myself walk up the stairs behind him. hanging my head low in disappointment and fear. I did not know what was going to happen in that form but I knew it wasn't going to be good. I hated my last encounter with him and I had vowed to avoid him as much as possible.
I did not know what I had done wrong to warrant a visit to the King. and I realized that asking that question would only make matters worse for me. and so I walked behind him quietly and not daring to say anything. When we reached the top floor I was already gasping for air. This is beginning to feel more like an exercise.
At the top of the stairs we were greeted by that large dark hallway that had a looming sense of Tragedy. I could suddenly feel his presence. His aura. His power.
He was so powerful that energy radiated throughout the hallway and anyone who walked past it could clearly feel it. But there wasn't anyone else there. not even a guard. I couldn't help but wonder whether there was no one with a duty to guard the king's hallway.
As we walked through the hall we reached that door. I knew that I was doomed and there was no way I could get myself out of this. I had contemplated on just running but I wouldn't get far until I was dragged back here. Carlos told me to remain there before he knocked on the door four times then opened it. Noises echoed from the room for a short while, And I dreaded the feeling in my gut as I waited. but felt as if I was waiting for the inevitable Doom.
There was a short moment where I couldn't hear anything right before the door opened again and Carlos stepped out. He looked at me with a sinister smile before pushing me into the room. I felt as if my legs were crippling. and I could barely move. I tried to turn and leave but Carlos closed the door behind me making me feel trapped. I turned around slowly feeling weakness right at my knees as I looked into the room. Even though the windows had been opened the curtains were still closed. And the room was still just as dark as it was last night. The king was nowhere to be seen. and I didn't want to look in the Shadows because I knew that's where he had to be. He had a certain love for that mess that was unhealthy. And perhaps it matched his dark, intense character.
" What have you done this time?'' that voice is almost filled with amusement. I tried to plan and respond but nothing good forms in my mind. I felt surrounded by his presence. by his power even though I couldn't see him. I had the sudden urge to submit and it was as if I couldn't stop myself. I felt weak and scared. I was so scared that I was sure the loud beating of my heart was audible.
I feel a presence right behind me. There is heat and Goosebumps at the back of my neck before someone's warm breath covers my shoulder. I know he's right there. standing there. sniffing me as if he was a dog. Was this normal werewolf behavior?
" please…'' I begged, unable to sound any other word. and two that she chuckled right before I felt his fingers stressing over my lower back. I wanted to run from him. it was crippling. It felt as if time had frozen over. The only thing that would save me from this slavery was the Freedom that came with a demanding touch. yet all he did was let his fingers hover over my skin. slightly touching but never fully gripping. While I would have expected myself to hate it, I slightly liked it. not the fact that he wanted to touch me but the fact that he had enough control to not just do it suddenly. I tried to focus on something else. perhaps on the people I left back home. the people who loved and cared for me. the people who are possibly looking for me.
"Let go, little one.'' His voice spoke to my soul. it felt as if he was reaching into my chest and touching my heart. arresting me. locking me in a cage that allowed me to think of nothing but him. his footsteps trudged on the capital city slowly came around me. instead in front of me but I couldn't look up at him. my head was bowed and my eyes were casted down. I didn't know why I had done that but I didn't want any trouble.
" I suppose you got my message last night.'' he says as he steps back and works towards that big mahogany table in the middle of the room..
" Message?'' I let out.
"Yes. I'm going to train you.'' he says with a shrug of his shoulders. I want to ask what for but I don't have the strength to spell out those words. and I certainly don't want to see what happens when I question him. somehow I felt relieved that I wasn't going to be punished for whatever it is I had and the wrong. Carlos seemed to carry it a big deal. and I know that arguing with the king of Norway to get on his good Graces. The rest of the girls seemed to care a lot about him. I would only be putting myself in more trouble if I purposefully questioned him.
"Strip!''
"What?'' I let her out in a heartbeat feeling rather scared and shocked.
" Take off your clothes, little one. I'm going to teach you how to shift into your wolf.''
Why? Why the sudden kindness? Why would he of all people want to train me? This is a job he could easily give to anyone. and besides he saw me as property. Why would he waste his time doing this? I have the urge to stand for myself this? To tell him no. but I can't. it's as if every rebellious thought in my mind slowly washes away. and the only thing in my head is his command.
Was I going to obey?