I didn't bother to cry, or scream as the guard continued, lashing my back with whips...
over and over again....
it's being two weeks, or more, since the incident in the throne room.
the guard grabbed my jaw roughly. I didn't
bother to hiss,at the pain it created.
I was numb to it now.
"Tell me what did you do to the princess" he demanded.
he enjoyed it, beating, and whipping me.
I had no one to save me, no one.
I repeated what I said, for two weeks now.
"I did nothing"
he chuckled darkly.
"the more denying it, the more, harder you
beating becomes" he muttered and I stared at him.
I felt dizzy, thirsty and exhausted.
I didn't want to answer questions, that me
myself don't know about.
Zilla, mist have been pretending, that's what she's great at.
when we were little she light her dress on fire, putting the blame on me.
and I got, punished.
Sometimes I just wished to burn her, the way her dress got burnt.
A tap on my swollen face, jolted me back from my thought.
answer me bitch, what kind of magic did you use".
"I didn't do anything" I managed to choke out but was whipped again
AGAIN...
again.
"stop"
A voice, echoed in halls of the dungeon.
that voice was familiar, so familiar.
I raised my head up to see who it was.
dark hair .....
tattoos grazing his arms.
body embolding the dark...
pale white face
the stranger ....
I furrowed my brows....
what was he doing here?
who was he?
"your highness" the guard knelt down in respect and
fear...
"leave" the stranger said.
the guard wanted to hesitated but bowed and left.
I was even more confused.
who was he? why did the guard left in fear?
the man walked towards me, his not giving away anything.
'he maybe someone powerful, I shouldn't look at him'
I told myself internally. while looking away from him.
"I was right" he said, and I raised my head, and stared at him in confusion.
" a kitten",
" a lost kitten" he completed
he came closer to me and touched my bruised and swollen face.
I flinched, not because of the pain in my face, but how cold his hand was.
his green eyes piercing my grey ones.
there wasn't any emotions in his eyes but I felt at home in it.
strange....
he clicked his fingers and the chains around my hands disappeared.
I almost fell, but he held me.
my legs were weak.
"hold onto my neck" he commanded.
I didn't want to do it, but I felt at home in his hands than in mine own home
I held his neck,his scent enveloped me, and I wanted to inhale it for the rest of my life.
why?....
he lifted me up carrying me in a princess style.
I didn't feel my pains in my back where I was whipped, it was like it was healing.
strange...
In a blink of an eye, we were in a dark, room.
magic....
he teleported us to this room and I didn't
scream.
maybe I was too tired and weak to scream.
The room had curtains, a king sized bed, and a couch.
the room was plain, plain and dark.
and strangely it suited this,man that held me.
he dropped me on the bed, gently like I would break any moment.
he poured me water from a jar beside him.
he handed it to me.
I took it from him and drank, but it didn't
quench my thirst.
it was like he could read my mind, just like he did the first time we met.
he poured me another....
and another....
and another ....
before my, thirst went.
"thank you" I rasped out.
he sat down beside me in the bed and stared at me deeply.
I blushed, slightly, and gulped my saliver and asked softly.
"ummm.... where are we?"
"my room" he said darkly.
I nodded, because his voice caused
goosebumps in my body like they did the other time.
"can I ask a question?" I asked cautious if he'll agree.
he stared at me.
"what if I say no?" he said teasingly.
I raised my eyebrows," it's ok, won't say
anything." I said
he raised his brows, "I was joking"
"oh, ok"
"why are you always saving me?"
he just stared at me before, removing a strand of my blue hair from my face.
"because, your interesting" he muttered.
I furrowed my brows.
"I....I.. don't understand?"
he didn't answer me, just continued staring and touching my hair.
"your Brian's sister aren't you" he said after a long pause of silence.
he wasn't asking just staying the fact, that I was Brian's sister.
"no i'm not" I answered.
which was partly true, I wasn't his sister, I was his step sister, which he considered a slave and not a sister.
he sighed, a slow one, it was like a ticking time bomb.
he tilted my chin up gently caressing my bruised and swollen face" I despise lies kitten"
he muttered, his eyes cold.
I shuddered at his touch, not in a bad way, but in a good way.
am....not lying" I managed to rasp out.
he stared at me,his face giving nothing out.
" he doesn't consider me his sister" I finished.
he didn't say anything, not a single word came out from his mouth as I proclaimed what I said.
I lowered my head ashamed at how I didn't tell him the truth earlier...
maybe his angry...
maybe my voice ticks him off....
maybe, I smell and he doesn't want to be in my presence anymore...
maybe, his going to punish me worst than, what those guard were doing to me.....
maybe...
maybe...
those were the thoughts that echoed through my head.
"you think too much kitten" he said
I raised my head to see him looking at me, with amusement.
an emotion....
he showed an emotion....
"you should rest", "I'll be back with new clothes and food for you" he muttered while he stood up from the bed.
when he tried to move, I held his hands...
he stopped....
and stared at my hand on his, I quickly removed it...
" am sorry" I mummured.
"do you want something?" he asked.
I bit my lips," I know I asked this before, but..." I trailed off.
he stared at me patiently.
"where are we ?" I asked again,
he raised an eyebrow.
"we are in the vampire kingdom"