My heart jolted from fright, the sleep scared away for just that second as the adrenaline ran through my body. My head picked up from the floor tiles to turn around with much caution. Both my feet were on the counter at that point, folding them as if I was meditating.My eyes took him in as he pulled out pots, shocking me out of my mind. Was he cooking? I could do with some food.I smiled where I was.I decided to hop from the counter before I fell asleep while sitting. The tiles were square, really wanting to hop on them. I hopped from one to the other, skipping over others as it turned to a game to see how many tiles I could jump over.There I was jumping all over the kitchen with the king chopping and cooking.It suddenly dawned on me that I could have been doing something useful like helping him cook so he could give me some of his food because I was so hungry. My head turned to him.“ Can I help?” I asked, trying this thing called being nice because all I wanted was to continue h
I tossed and turned, feeling the distress fall on my body as the darkness swallowed me whole, and, on the other side of it were my demons. I was hanging again.The panic hit hard because I thought I had escaped but I had been dreaming.My body swung back and forth, so much pain and fear coursing through me as the darkness crawled to the lowest corner of the room and the highest of the ceiling. The tears fell down one after another, my heart shuttering, no Dante, nothing, having imagined it all. I heaved, the door opening with Brandon walking in.My eyes suddenly fell on my body and I was naked.His face was disfigured, him bleeding, eyes having rolled out. I screamed so hard, fighting with everything in me to get away from him but I could not. The ropes dug in my skin as he got closer and closer. I thought I would faint with how hard I was screaming but it all suddenly slipped away. I felt my body moved, my heart calming down with a cloudy darkness swallowing me whole to peaceful s
As soon as I stepped out of my closet, I tipped my head up high, walking as if I had the world at my feet. I walked through the room, the ladies following after me as they had been waiting by the door. The door was closed after us as we walked to jog down the stairs.There were more vampires in the castle than before, mostly working which meant they were those which we had recently picked to work in the castle, whether to cook or clean.None greeted and I did not bother too. Their heads turned, seeing the hate and blood thirst yet they kept their place where they were, not acting on what they felt but they would soon. They were still scared, seeing what would happen before they could slit my throat and watch me bleed.I smiled from the thought, daring them to do what they wanted so I would rip them apart.We stepped outside, the sun shinning bright and hot.I raised my arm to shield from the sun. My arm had nothing but scars all over, decorating it just like the rest of my body.I lo
My hands gripped on my t-shirt, pulling it off. My jeans were slipped off, fighting with them for some time until they eased from my body with much difficulty. A breath was let out, they were really squeezing my hips real hard. I sighed, feeling free at last.I walked out of the closet, closing the door after. I walked naked and barefooted. Who would I be hiding my body from? The door to the bathroom was opened, walking in, my eyes to the shower with the glass misty as steam rose from the shower.I walked to the sinks where I brushed my teeth. I turned, walking towards the water.Why take a bath when I could join him in there? I missed his touch, craved seeing those abs. After such a long day, he needed some rewards and I was all about giving.The door was opened with me stepping in.I closed it after me, my eyes taking his body up and down. He was washing his body and I could see the exhaustion even with him standing tall and firm. The king was a fighter, strong. I was there, yet
I opened my mouth to close it, my eyes throwing daggers at the king. My head snapped away, bringing the book up. My eyes filled with tears, wanting to throw the book away but it was all that kept him from seeing my tears. I felt so stupid. How would I have learned how to read when as soon as I could walk, I was carrying buckets of water? Ever since I could listen, all I would hear were insults to me, beatings on my body. I had no time to learn how to read nor the person to teach me. I was always running around, working, living my hell. I did not even know how to write my name.It was a wonder I even spoke so well.My head snapped up as the book was slipped from my hands, coming face to face with the king as he was crunched right before my eyes.I sniffled, not wanting to feel so pathetic. Why was he even staring at me? Did he want to laugh at me? I would smack him if he dared. Staring at anywhere but his gorgeous face.His hand gently came to my neck, his thumb on my jaw, pulling me
As much as I wanted to help the Dante, I was pretty much useless to him. I hated it, staring at my fingers with nothing but shame yet that would not change the fact that he had so much work and there was nothing I could do to reduce his load for him. I sulked, not even knowing why I was bothered, too stubborn to abandon my rebel attitude.We had cleaned ourselves and came back to the office. I had taken a blanket and a pillow. If I was going to train the next day, I would need as much rest as I could get.The guilt was just too much as I snuggled into the couch while Dante sighed in frustration, burying himself in so much work. Yet, a smile crept up at my face, the devil in me just wanting to laugh at him. I bit my lower lip so hard, arms hugging my body.My eyes closed, my mind running to how he had pinned me on the table and my body just heated up. I could have him any time of the day, I would not mind more, seriously.If he kept punishing me like that, there was no way I was behavi
Many fainted, the ground filled with so much blood. The girls went again to grab a hose pipe, good girls, they learned fast. They poured those that had fainted. I myself felt my legs weak, felt my head faint which pissed me off and in turn gave me more anger to push on. At some point I could not even feel my feet so I took off my shoes, going barefooted, feeling the ground by force. The king would walk to me now and again. He did not even have to speak, I knew he wanted more from me and more I gave. He knew how good I could give, I was just a giver. When I was not doing something correctly, him showed me and assisted me by guiding my body. I was thankful, following his guidance. He was paying much attention to me which I was grateful for, eating it up and taking it to my advantage. The sun drowned down, feeling like a crisp with how hot it had been. My skin was sore and sticky. The cool air of the night was much welcomed, the castle lights and outdoor lights on, it seeming as
My body pushed up.I was exhausted, but in my chest was something that was too much for me.In my chest was a feeling I had never felt before.There I was, sleeping, eating, clothed, learning and training. It was all because of him. I was a wild animal myself, but I recognized what he did for me. I recognized how to took care of me in all the troubles he was in. I recognized how kind he was to me to the point where my guard was slowly lowering, not that it was a good thing.He made me feel safe, and I was grateful beyond measure.My feet pat the floor to walk around his desk. His head was bent, writing something down and it was all numbers, just giving me a head ache staring at it. My hands ran on the edge of the chair before gently pulling it back, but man was he heavy.My hands lay on his shoulders, his head picking up.“ Not now please.” The king shot out, me biting my lip as my anger peaked at being told off, but I swallowed it back, calming myself down.I turned the chair around