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

I was up for the last few hours but as soon as my eyes opened, all the memories of the morning came crashing down. That was the clue for my eyes to shed tears. But now I was silent. I've ran out of tears. Instead of my eyes, my heart was crying.

I had been sitting on the floor with knees close to my chest, arms wrapped around myself, seeking warmth, comfort. 

Everything seemed so heartbreaking. The memories of my childhood no more brought sadness, but a feeling of betrayal. I couldn't bring myself to believe that everything I thought was true was never what I presumed it to be instead that was all lie. Angelina's words ringed continuously in my ears.

My eyes stared at the door in front of me. 

I didn't even realize that the sun was already setting down. The warmth of sunrays was gone, leaving me alone in this cold room. 

Well, it's like everyone wants to leave me. 

The coldness of the floor was making my feet numb, at this point, I couldn't feel anything. The void in my heart was filled with sadness, anger. Sadness that my whole life was a lie and anger that the one whom I trusted with my heart left me alone. 

My thoughts were disturbed, when the door opened and Sandra came in. Looking at her made me question her identity.

Was she even a human?

Or she was a monster too.

Just like them?

"Your dinner, My Lady," she placed the tray of food on the table beside the bed. My eyes sharp, observing her every move. I didn't said anything.

My only reality was that I was officially alone. 

My mind wanted to fall into the dark abyss and stay there for eternity. I was in pain, not physically maybe, but emotionally, I was in a lot of pain. It was that kind of pain that made you still, immobilized and no matter what you do, you would end up with a feeling of dejection. Colors no more soothed my soul.

And nobody could make it stop, it was worsening by passing breath.

She didn't move from her spot, instead started looking at me with what I wondered to be sympathy, concern. I didn't know. Neither did I wanted to know.

She was expecting me to eat. Well, I was not hungry. My appetite was long gone. Eating was the last thing on my mind. 

"I'm not hungry," I said, lowly. 

"You are supposed to eat. Otherwise, you will get sick."

In other words.

Ordering.

She was ordering me to eat.

Why did everyone think that they could order me around? 

What did they think of me... A mere slave, who would listen to everything they wanted me to do.

"I said I don't want to, didn't you hear?!" I snapped angrily. Why was she pulling my strings? I was already on verge of running out of patience. I already had enough on my plate, I didn't wanted anything else. 

"Bu—" 

"GET OUT!" 

"Wha—"

"I SAID GET OUT!" I gritted. I didn't want to see her, I didn't want to see anyone! Why couldn't they leave me on my own?

I heard the door being opened, and then closed. She left the room. 

Tears welled at bottom of my eyes. It didn't take them long to descend. A soft sob escaped my lips. 

Broken.

All broken.

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

I looked up as I heard the click of the door. A chill ran down my spine as I know who it could be. The atmosphere of the room suddenly became more gloomy, darker.

It was him.

How did I know? Because suddenly the surrounding air had become so cold, the room become darker. I didn't bothered moving as I heard the door being opened and then with a terrifying thud, it closed. 

Fear installed in me as my breathing become rapid. My eyes involuntarily looked up and immediately froze in shock at the way his eyes were glowing red. 

His irises were blood red with a golden glow surrounding them, the veins of his arms and neck were protruding out making them look black. He was looking terrific, more dangerous than ever.

"What was that?" He asked, no amusement, no softness but a trail of coldness behind his words as he took a step towards where I was sitting. I looked up at him in terror as he grabbed my arm and hauled me towards him. 

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, my body started trembling. He was looking like that day when he almost killed me. 


Was he here to kill me?

"Why do you test my patience, Sarah?" He snapped as he roughly grabbed me by my throat. Breathing became difficult, my eyes involuntarily locked on his face. His fingers slowly tightened.

A wave of terror hit me, my eyes drifted off to the door as the idea of kicking him in his balls and running for the door came in my mind but as soon as the idea came, with the same speed, it vanished when he tightened his hold on my throat and growled like a beast.

My eyes widened as the supply of oxygen lessened in my lungs. My eyes started rolling back as he loosened his grip and pushed me roughly towards the bed. My fingers unconsciously moved towards my throat and massaged it in a circular motion. 

He choked me, again.

I heard his footsteps but didn't dare to look at him. I heard some shuffling but kept my eyes closed. 

"Come here." He ordered. His voice was stern, demanding. I swallowed. I didn't feel safe with him, he made me feel so vulnerable, and this vulnerability didn't feel right.

A loud growl erupted from his chest as my heart raced in anticipation and dread.

"I said, come here." He gritted. A shiver of fear danced down my spine. I gathered my broken thoughts and unshed tears, turned on my side, and get up from bed. I could feel his eyes piercing through my soul. I looked up and saw him sitting on the couch at the far end of the room. The room was dark, only light was there from the lamp beside the couch. My feet involuntarily carried me towards him, once I reached him, he leaned back on the couch with his legs spread and patted his thigh.