Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (books for 10th graders TXT) 📖

I cried hard. My sobs filled entire room. 

"Calm down, Its alright." A voice echoed in my ears. I paid no attention to who this voice belong to. 

No nothing would be alright. Everything was ruined. My life was ruined. I wanted to scream but kept my mouth shut.

"T-that monster. H-he will kill me." I said between my sobs. He rubbed my back comforting me. I clutched him tightly. 

After what felt like hours, when my tears died down. I unwrapped my arms and looked at the person holding me. Warm, worried green eyes stared back at me as I tried to look myself in them. His arms were still around me. His warm embrace make me feel safe. His eyes were looking at me like I was-

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me. I followed his gaze and I looked down at myself and gasped when I realise my bathrobe was opened and my cleavage was on display, robe had slipped from my shoulders. My wet hairs were covering my face. His arm around my waist tightened as he pulled me flushed against him. I gasped from impact.

Distance between us shortened as he leaned in. I could feel his breath hitting my face. 

"I don't want you to hate me." he whispered as his eyes landed on my lips. I gulped. 

I pushed him away as his words echoed in my head. I immediately covered myself with robe and looked away embarrassed. I was half naked in front of him. He cleared his throat as he looked around avoiding my eyes. 

He looked hurt. 

What were you doing, dammit?

He betrayed you.

He was the one who kidnapped you and brought you here.
He turned your life upside down.

But he was the one who helped you with your panic attack. A voice said from back of my head.

I blocked out my thoughts as I hear him saying.

"I will t-take my leave," he said as he turned around and reached for door.

"Thank you, Falcon." Words slipped my mouth. He stopped and nodded his head still not looking at me and exited the room. I kept looking at door from where he left. Tears sting my eyes.

I didn't hated him but I was hurt that he lied to me all this time.

He knew what what hurted me most and he did it perfectly. 
And I would never forgive him.

Tears of despondency slowly cascaded down my cheeks leaving me so weak and frail. My knees weakened as all the energy drained from my body. The tears bursted forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I felt the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the window, as if the light could soothe me. There was static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear. I heard my own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It took something out of me I didn't know I had left to give. 

I let my heart cry. It was my tears that kept my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what had been, yet only carried me forward until a time came when that searing pain was distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from my brain.
I stayed there, kneeled, on the carpeted floor. Crying myself out. I was stuck here. In this hell. The reality was harsh but so true. I couldn't do anything but yo wait for a miracle to happen, which I thought would never happen.

'I don't like seeing you cry. Your tears bother me.'

Mathew used to said these words whenever I cried. He always comforted me. 

'You are strong, Sarah'.

'You don't have to feel depressed.'

'I am here with you in every step of your life. I will always be with you no matter what.'

But he was not with me. Not anymore. Thinking of him made me realise how much I missed him, how much I craved for his touch. I wanted nothing more than to run to him and hide myself in his embrace. 

He must be worried.

He must be wondering where I went. 

You still have hope, Sarah! My subconscious reminded me.

Hope. How ironical.

You can get out of here.

You just need a right time.

But how?

I wiped away my tears as I scanned the room with my desperate eyes. Something, atleast something I can find as my escape. 

Come on, come on, come o-

A small smile crept on my lips as my eyes landed on candle stand standing with pride, near the couch.

Food.

Maid.

I could use that as a weapon. Now I just had to wait for the perfect opportunity. I could knock out the maid with that candle stand and could easily sneak out of this place. Now one would notice, right?

Oh my god! Why didn't I think of this earlier? 

You are smart. I have to give you that.

My smile widened. I would be free.

A knock on the door brought me out of my little moment. I wiped my teary face and silently sat near the window. The door opened and here entered the maid. But she was not carrying any tray of food but a bunch of clothes.

Well, that's alright. I was in terrible need of clothes as I was only wearing a robe. 

"My Lady," she bowed her head. And placed the pile of clothes on the bed.

"Lord sent some clothes for you." With this, she started moving towards the door.

She was leaving!

How would I execute my plan if she leave? I had to think of something. 

Think.

Think.

Think.

"Wait!" I nearly yelled. She stooped in her track as she turned around to face me. Her brow knitted together. 

"Can-I-umm-I am hungry. Can I get something to..eat?" 

"I will bring you food in five minutes." she nodded before leaving the room.