Todays song - is Dangerous Game - Chris Grey
Well... at least I'm not dead, I thought to myself.
I had no idea how long I'd been down here, but I was sure it had been a while because my stomach was twisting with hunger.
"HELLO! JUST IN CASE YOU FORGOT, YOU HAVE A PRINCESS TIED UP!" I screamed into the empty space, hoping for an answer.
Nothing.
He couldn't have forgotten... right? I thought, frustrated.
He had a literal human being-me-locked in this hellhole of a basement, or whatever this place was.
And he was just going to ignore me?"You know, a person can only survive so long without food!" I yelled again, my voice echoing.
Silence.
"I won't stop until you give me something!" I threatened, my voice growing raw.
THUMP THUMP.
Someone banged on the ceiling above, as if trying to shut me up.
"That son of a b-" I muttered under my breath, eyes narrowing.
"HEY! GET DOWN HERE, BEANPOLE! SHUT ME UP YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!" I shouted, my words drenched in fury.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" came the muffled voice from above.
My mouth dropped open in mock shock.
Oh, I'll show you..."GET YOUR GIGANTASAURUS ASS DOWN HERE AND SHUT ME UP, THEN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Another heavy thud came from the ceiling, making dust fall from the beams.
"SCREW YOU!" I shouted one last time, voice cracking with rage.
Just then, the door swung open with a creak.
He stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a dark shadow.
He moved towards me, slow and menacing, a coil of rope in his hand.
No. No, he wouldn't. "No! Don't!" I struggled against my bindings, but it was pointless. I was tied up, and he was free.
He grabbed my chin roughly, tilting my head up, forcing me to meet his cold, unreadable gaze.
His eyes bored into mine, full of something dark and dangerous."I said, shut up," he growls, his voice low and furious as he forces the rope into my mouth, his teeth clenched."Mhm... mmh!" I try to protest, but the gag muffles my words.
He releases me, running his hands through his messy hair.
It's clear I've been driving him crazy, my constant yelling keeping him from sleep.
I shuffle in my chair, accidentally kicking his foot.
"FUCK!" He yells in pain, his eyes blazing with anger. "You little Oompa Loompa!"Before I can react, he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back.
His hand raises like he's about to strike me, and I instinctively squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the hit.
But... nothing.I open one eye cautiously.
He's just staring at me, his hand still frozen in the air, hesitation flickering in his eyes.
"Fuck... what am I supposed to do with you?" he mutters, letting go of my hair.
He begins pacing the room in frustration, occasionally casting a glance in my direction.
He finally slumps against the door, his gaze lingering on me.
It makes my skin crawl, a whole new level of discomfort settling over me.
The party dress I'm wearing isn't helping-it's short, revealing far too much of my leg, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.
My stomach growls loudly, breaking the tense silence and reminding me of just how hungry I am.
"It's only been a day, and you're already making this much noise about food? Guess you really are a princess," he says, his eyes never leaving mine.
His stare is so intense that I look away, my face flushing with embarrassment.
He gets up again, walking toward me.
His hand grabs my chin, tilting my face toward his. His expression has changed.
He doesn't seem angry anymore, but something else... something I can't quite figure out.
"If I take this off," he says, gesturing to the rope in my mouth, "will you scream again?"His eyes bore into mine, making my thoughts drift somewhere they shouldn't.
If we were in another situation, me tied up in this dress, completely defenseless against whatever he wanted to do... I mentally slap myself, forcing the dirty thoughts away.
"Mhm, mhm," I nod, trying to stay composed.
His fingers graze my skin as he removes the rope from my mouth, the touch unexpectedly soft.
My face feels hot, and I avoid looking at him, embarrassed by everything that's happening.
"What's your name?" he asks suddenly, his tone less demanding, more curious.
I blink in confusion. My name? I was so lost in my own thoughts, I barely registered his question.His hand grips my face again, forcing me to look at him.
"Your name, princess?"
"Lilith," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
"Lilith," he repeats slowly, as if tasting the name on his tongue.
"What were you doing out there, so late at night, dressed like that?" His eyes roam over my party dress with raised eyebrows.
"I already told you," I snap, annoyed that I have to repeat myself again. "I was on my way to a party and got lost."
Finally, I meet his gaze.
Our eyes lock, the tension between us thickening."And what kind of party would have you wandering through the woods at night?" he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Tell me, princess, how do I know you weren't sent by the Celestials?"
"The what?" I ask, confused.
"You're a princess, aren't you? Oh, Don't tell me you don't know anything about the Celestials," he says, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Well, my brother knows all about that stuff. I never really paid attention in those classes," I said, rolling my eyes at the memory of all the times I fell asleep on top of my books.
"Really?" He chuckled, his laugh low and mocking.
"I swear, I'm telling you the truth, I ha-"
"I believe you," he interrupted, catching me completely off guard.
Wait, what? I had expected him to doubt me, maybe even threaten me again, but... he believed me?"If you believe me, then let me go," I pleaded, my voice softening.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, princess. At least, not yet."Confusion flashed across my face.
"What else could I possibly do? You know I'm no spy, and you don't exactly look like someone who needs money."
"Money isn't everything, princess," he said, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my cheek.
"Your so-called brother has something that belongs to my family... and you are the perfect leverage I need to get it back.
"He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous.
My heart pounded in my chest, but it wasn't just from fear.
His words were a threat, but my mind betrayed me.
Instead of being terrified, I found myself staring at his lips.
Here he was, talking about using me as a pawn in some twisted game, and all I could think about was how those lips would feel on mine.
I swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away, but the tension between us was suffocating.
His grin widened, as if he could read my mind, and the room suddenly felt too small.
"Your brother might hold the key," he whispered, his face inches from mine, "but you, princess... you might just hold the power to change everything."