--In the shaddow you will hear my voice--KIRRA47
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Pain surged through my head, each throb a brutal reminder of what had happened.
My mouth was dry, tasting of dirt and blood, my throat raw as if I'd been screaming for hours.
I tried to move, but the moment I tugged, the sharp bite of ropes dug into my wrists.
Panic shot through me like ice water.
"Where the hell am I?"I forced my eyes open, but it made no difference.
Everything was swallowed by darkness.
No light, no shadows—just a void so deep it felt like it was crushing me. I blinked, hoping my eyes would adjust, but the world remained shrouded.
My breathing quickened, each shallow inhale filling my lungs with the taste of dust and fear.
The last thing I remembered was the forest. Running. His hands closing around me, and those green eyes, until the world started fading away.
And now... I was here.
Somewhere.
Trapped.
Well, fuck me, I thought bitterly.
What a way to spend my Halloween.
I jerked at the restraints again, harder this time, but the ropes were too tight.
They dug deep into my wrists, making my skin burn, mocking my every attempt to break free.
A shiver crawled up my spine, though I wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the growing dread bubbling in my chest.
Then I heard it.
Screaming.
Distant but gut-wrenching, the kind of scream that came from pure agony.
My body stiffened, my heart pounding violently against my ribs.
I swallowed hard, trying to bury the fear crawling up my throat, but it refused to stay down.
"Where in fucking hades hell am I?"I strained to listen.
The screams echoed from somewhere beyond the door, muffled but clear enough to send ice through my veins.
Whoever was out there was suffering, and judging by the sound of it, they weren't going to last much longer.
I took a shaky breath.
How long have I been here?
Minutes?
Hours?
Time was twisted in this darkness, stretching endlessly until I couldn't tell what was real anymore.
I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious, or how much time had passed since he knocked me out in the woods.
My heart skipped a beat.
him
He brought me here.
He knocked me out and dragged my ass to this godforsaken place.
But why?
What the hell did he want from me?I'm not a spy.
He had to know that for sure because i do recall telling him that.
I'm just a girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Right?
-oh,GOD please help me i swear il never lie again or take Esteffanos favorite chocolate cookies.
That was abviously a lie but.
The door creaked open, and the screaming stopped so suddenly it left an eerie silence behind.
The sound of boots on stone echoed through the room as a dim sliver of light crept in through the doorway.
For a split second, I caught sight of him—tall, dark, and menacing, his silhouette framed in the light.
And then the door slammed shut, plunging me back into suffocating darkness.
Shit. Shit.
Double shit.
My heart raced, and I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.
I wasn't going to beg.
I wasn't going to show him I was afraid.
"Three hours."His voice was smooth, cold, but there was an edge to it, a dangerous calm that sliced through the silence like a knife.
My stomach twisted with dread.
I could feel him standing there, watching me, his presence a weight in the room.
The faint light from the lantern he carried cast eerie shadows on the floor, just enough for me to make out the outline of his figure as he stepped closer.Stay calm.
Don't fuck this up.
"You can scream if you want," he said, his voice almost taunting.
"But no one will hear you.
No one will care.
" He paused, his words dripping with poison. "You know why?"
I didn't answer.
I just stared at him, those cold green eyes boring into me.
"Because you're in my domain now, little princess." He took a step closer, towering over me.
"Now I wonder, why would they send a princess?"My pulse spiked. I bit back the urge to curse him, to scream at him.
He didn't drag me here just to play games.
He thought I had something he wanted—information, maybe.
Something he believed he could take from me.
"I know what you are," he said, his voice sharper now, like a blade cutting through the tension. "You think you can fool me?"I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
"I'm not what you think I am,I'm no spy."The words came out shaky, more desperate than I intended, but I forced myself to hold his gaze, to not show fear.
I couldn't fall apart.
Not in front of him.
He paced in front of me, each step deliberate. "So you just happened to be wandering in my part of the woods?"
"Well... yeah," I whispered. "That's exactly what happened. But I wasn't foll—"He crouched in front of me, his face inches from mine.
I could feel his breath, warm against my skin, and every muscle in my body went rigid.
The way he looked at me, like he was peeling away every defense I had, made my stomach twist with something I didn't want to acknowledge.
He's going to fucking kill me, I thought, and somehow, my body betrayed me, heat flushing through my skin.
God, I'm an idiot.
"Tell me the truth," he whispered, his voice deadly soft. "What are you doing here?"I clenched my fists behind me, feeling the ropes bite into my skin. "I'm not lying," I whispered.
"I swear to you, I was just trying to find my way to a party—then you happened."His eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flashing in them.
"Liar."
Before I could react, his hand shot out, hovering above my head. The air thickened, and my thoughts felt exposed, vulnerable.
I gasped, trying to fight him off mentally, but it was no use.
Something tugged at my mind, prying into my memories, ripping them open.I saw everything flash before my eyes—the forest, his hands around my throat, and then the twisted thoughts that had crossed my mind in those desperate, gasping moments.
No.
I felt my cheeks flush with humiliation, the heat spreading like wildfire.
I hadn't wanted those thoughts.
I hadn't wanted that moment to make me feel anything.
But now he knew.
He pulled back, and the connection severed, but the smirk on his face said everything.
He had seen it.
All of it.
"Interesting," he murmured, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Shit.
"You liked it," he said, his voice laced with mockery.
"When I had my hands around your throat... You enjoyed it.""but well you look at that, who would think thats that the littel princess could have those dirty thoughts" he leaned closer.
My face flushed with anger and shame. "You're sick.""Am I?" He began circling me again, his footsteps slow, predatory. "You can lie to yourself, but not to me. I saw it."He stopped behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck. I felt his presence pressing down on me, suffocating me. My skin crawled.
"I'm not a spy," I whispered, my voice trembling.
"I swear."
Without warning, his hand grabbed my chin, forcing my face up to meet his eyes. His grip was bruising, hard enough to make me wince."You're not lying," he said softly, his eyes narrowing. "But you're hiding something."
Yeah, probably the fact that I want you to fuck me, I thought bitterly, mentally slapping myself.
"yeah, right" i bodly replied, wich i regretted imideatly
His hand released my chin, and before I could process it, his palm struck my cheek, sharp and brutal.
The slap echoed in the room, and pain shot through my jaw.
I gasped, blinking back the tears that welled up in my eyes."Dont ever talk to me like that, lucky for you"he said coldly, his voice detached," i dont hit woman, does not mean i'll go easy on you, princess"
HURT?you just fucking slapped me, asshole!, i thought, biting back the urge to scream.
"Fuck you"I spa, my voice shaking.He smirked.
"I would but, your not my type princess."
With that, he turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him.
Darkness smallowed me again, leaving me alone with nothing but the echo of his footsteps and the cold, unforgiving night.