Agnes' POV
"What the hell have you done to me? What dark powers are you using on me?" Cyrus's eyes no longer held a burning desire for me. I could see unveiled hatred and rage in his eyes. They had become a violent storm of green gradually changing into a bright orange colour.
"What the hell have you done?" He roared, grabbing me by my throat.
"I-i" I began to stammer, too flustered by what went on minutes ago and too stunned by his sudden change in attitude.
"I shan't repeat myself! Answer me!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I finally managed to say. He stares at me in a deadpan manner and suddenly grabs my wrist, dragging me away from the table and towards the door.
It didn't take long before I found myself being led through a musty corridor that had moldy walls which was dimly lit by torches. I could hear screams if anguish in every direction making fear to grip my heart. "Where are you taking me?" I managed to ask.
He ignored me and he finally stopped in front of a door. The guards gave him a slight bow and unlocked the doors, then brutally he pushed me inside. I fell on my knees in the centre of the damp smelling room, the air was tangy with the scent of unuse.
"What have I done?" I asked, wincing as I rolled to the side.
Cyrus refused to look at me, rather he fumbled with chains and clipped them to my hands and legs in the most uncomfortable way possible. His expression did not betray the emotions he felt of what he was thinking.
I looked round the dimly room lit whose light source was a briquette containing several splinters in it. A shiver of fear ran through my bones.
"What is your mission here?" He asked in a cold voice, walking around me slowly like a predator sampling its prey.
"Mission?" I scoffed. "I was sold into slavery! If anyone should be asking, it's me!" I screeched in anger. "What was your mission when you bought me?",
"Do not speak to me disrespectfully," he growled, walking towards the burning briquette.
"Go to he—" I did not get the chance to complete my statement. He turned round sharply and his hand were wrapped around my throat that had been chained by him. The cold metal dug painfully into my skin while his feral gaze burned me.
"You will regret this," he hissed. "This game you're playing, you will regret it little witch."
"Stop—" I choked, finding it slightly difficult to breath. "P-pl-ea—"
"Tell me what your mission is."
"S-s-s" I could barely breath now. My chest was becoming tighter with each passing minute.
Something flashed in his eyes and then he let go. His eyes refused to leave mine. "You have bewitched me haven't you?" He accused. "You have tricked my wolf into thinking of you as its mate."
"What the—" I was too stunned to speak. I knew it was weird that a human would be mated to a wolf like I had read but Cyrus was not being logical. Humans did not have the power to bewitch so what in the world was he talking about? "I never—"
"I know you are a witch because there's no bloody way the moon goddess will mate me to a human, to a slave!" He roared. "You have used dark powers to make me your mate just so you can—"
"Just so I can what?" I yelled at him. "Do you think I wanted to come here? I am human and if I were a wolf do you think I'd want to be mated to you? A cruel monster as yourself?"
"What the hell did you just say?" His eyes were the colour of the burning flame that was being fueled. He stared at me with so much intensity but I did not let my gaze falter.
"You heard me."
"A monster?" He asked as though he could not believe his ears. "That is what you think of me?"
"Yes."
"You don't even know me." His voice was cold and detached, something in him seemed broken.
"Your actions did not tell me otherwise."
He nodded solemnly and heaved. "Do you know what will happen if I find out you have meddled with dark magic?"
"Kill me?" I raised my brows and then rolled my eyes. "I won't be surprised. You know you can save yourself this drama of an investigation and send me back to where I came from. Just kick me out of your palace and you won't have to worry about me bewitching your wolf.
"What?" His countenance told me he did not expect those words from me.
"Do you need a hearing aid now?" I asked, not knowing where the confidence to be smart with him stemmed from. "Just send me back. After all, if I'm a witch I won't be able to use my powers in you if I'm away."
"I paid a fine price for you, I intend to use up my money."
"And if I am a witch? Will you send me away?"
"You seem so bent on getting sent away little witch," he laughed sardonically.
"I'd be doing you a favor."
"The consequences for escaping are the same as finding out that you are a witch."
"Which are?"
"I shall kill your younger brother, and his twin shall become my slave," there was a grin on his face as he walked towards the briquette at the end of the room. "So even if you are successful in escaping, can you live with the guilt of your siblings fate?"
He pulled out a splinter from the briquette and smiled at the glowing red end that was strangely shaped.
"You are a cruel beast," I spat.
"Speaking of cruel beasts," he said, walking towards me with the splinter in his hand. "As my slave, don't you think you should be branded?"