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

Sarah was sweating profusely when she again woke up from her unwanted sleep and unplanned slumber. She found herself wrapped up in a soft silk duvet as she opened her hazy eyes.

Her body tensed for she realized she was on the ground when she lost her consciousness. 

Looking around, she felt something a sight change in the aura, and a terrible feeling of coldness washed over her. Anxiousness crept inside her, the room was pitch dark, no light, it was just shady and glacial cold. The chandeliers were no longer emitting lights instead the brightness was replaced with darkness. It was like the room was made up of ice making her bones chill.

As she tried to get up from bed, she found herself frozen in her spot. She tried again but it was like something was stopping her. There were no ropes, no restraint but still, she was unable to move.

She panicked. 

The room started to get darker and colder by the passing instant. She couldn't say anything, it was not like she could see anything earlier but this time it was pitch black. She tried to move but failed miserably.

Suddenly, the room had some light in it. A candlelit itself on the center table located in front of the couch. It was still dark but now she could make out her surroundings. The action made her shocked.

She gasped while staring wide-eyed at the candle, she saw something moving beside it as her eyes roamed around.

That's when she noticed another presence in the room. As she looked at the couch, a scream left her mouth when she witnessed crimsons that had been haunting her every day of her life. The crimson blood-colored eyes made her body more chilled and panicked. Her breathing seemed to get shortened and she panted. The words and voice seemed to leave her mouth as she breathed terribly. She steadied her breath and tried to calm the panic bubbling inside her. She was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding her in a tightening grip. Heart pounding in her ears, she tried to scream.

And then she heard a high-pitched scream; she didn't realize it was her own until much later when color drained from her face.

Her body didn't seem to cope as her consciousness decided to leave her.

She lost her senses immediately. The candle that was burning, suddenly it blew out and the room again become darker like her dreams.

A dark chuckle filled the room. Whoever the other presence was, was amused by this.

Falcon heard her screams. He was waiting at the door. He was worried about her but he couldn't do anything without the permission of his Lord. He knew he was inside and as long as he was with her, no upper power could touch her without his permission.

FALCON'S P.O.V

How would you feel when the person who was far more important to you than your own life, was suffering because of you? Terrible. That's what I was feeling. I never wanted this for her. I never wanted this for myself. But not everyone has choices. She didn't belong to our world. She was innocent. She didn't know anything about us. Her naive self thought that this was all but didn't know, this was just a beginning and there was more than this, which she wouldn't be able to take. 

It tortured me to hear her screams, to watch her suffer.
But what could I do? Nothing. I could just watch her from afar, suffering. I wished that I could go back in time and tell her how much I loved her. I wish I could tell her how much she meant to me, how much she affects me in the worst possible ways.

I never wanted to see tears in those eyes. I never wanted to see her broken. I never wanted to lie. But guess what, I just fucking did!

I fucking lied to her about everything. About her father, about her mother, about me, about everything. Everything was a lie.

Guilt was that incessant throb in my heart, telling me I should apologize for being so callous. It might or might not stop after the apology. But my apology was nothing compared to the pain I had implemented on her. I had left her broken only for others to break her more. I was suffocating inside, that heavy feeling inside my chest was rising slowly. 

But she could never be mine. The world would turn into hell if anyone comes in his way.

***

When it rained, the world usually softened around the edges; streets and sidewalks became a liquid mirror onto which lights and colours bleed. When it rained, everything became beautiful for a while. But that was not what troubled her.

She loved the rain. She loved the way it softened the outlines of things. How the world became softly blurred and it felt like she would melt right into it.

But not anymore. Nothing was same about the droplets those were hitting the ground. She could hear loud and clear, thundering of storms and falling of rain drops on soft grass. But, nothing was beautiful. Everything was dark and cold just like the room she was trapped in.

She was wide awake for past few hours. Her mind was doing flip-flops. She was scared of those bright red eyes and it was a bad thing that she could still imagine them staring right back at her whenever she looked at that couch. The room was dark and cold but not that much cold like earlier.

Her thoughts were consumed by those wine eyes, who those belonged to? She partially had the idea but she was too frightened to even imagine. They terrified her more than anything. She tried to open the door when she wake up but her efforts were in vain. After trying hundred times and screaming for help, she felt exhausted. Now she was sitting in the corner hugging her knees with her head between them. Her body shook with every sob escaped her, her hands trembling. Her eyes were closed as tears were falling out of them. She felt so helpless. Her father was right next to her in this masion, her once so called best friends were in this mansion but no one tried to help her. She felt betrayed.