Reluctant?

Elora's pov

I killed them.

My demon killed them.

I am a murderer.

I destroyed them. Their families. Their loved ones must be crying. I have again done what I always feared.

I told him! They should have killed me! Why doesn't The King let me die! Why is he making me struggle like this!

A strange feeling of anxiety was rising in me. As I paced in the dark dungeon. My eyes tearing as their dead eyes flashed inside mine. This thing inside me

..it's not in my control. I don't know what snapped inside me.

One minute I was barely conscious...able to hear they were planning to kill me and the very next second. I was not knowing what I was doing.

My controls drifted and the demon took over me.

I felt too weak after it left. Too tired like all the energy in my body has been drained from me and then came him. The King. His murderous eyes and his iron grip on my neck.

To be honest I pleaded in my mind for him to grant my wish.

To kill me.

But he doesn't. He stops just when I was at the threshold