Desperate escape

Chapter 4 Desperate escape

Immediately I entered my Chambers, I could smell the strong stink of trouble in the air. My head pounds as I tried to calm my panicked breaths. The orb burns in my hands as if it senses my emotions.

I quickly concluded in my mind that today will be the day I will leave the surface of Earth.My feet refused to move forward as I stared at his face angry face staring back at me. No, I am dead already. Without warning, tears started streaming down my eyes uncontrollably. I slipped the orb into my inner pocket as my palm became sweaty. He looked at me like he was about to kill me and I took a step backward as he stood up from the chair he was sitting on.

“ Do not take another step” He said with a cold tone that sends shivers down my spine. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I stay rooted in my position. Eria gave me a sympathetic look as she knew what my next fate will be. I could also read from her eyes that she thought all of this was her fault.

“ I'm sorry my Lord, I ...” I tried to plead but his expression only looked meaner than before.

“ How many times will I tell you that I don't need to hear the voice of a witch in my house again? Oh, you want to bewitch me with your voice the way you did to make me marry a worthless human being like you?” He yelled at me but all I could manage was loud sobs praying I don't lose my life this time around.

*Smack!

I could feel my head whipped around as he landed me a nasty slap. Then he grabbed my hood and used it to drag me into the room with him. He removed it and threw it to a corner. Letting out a shout of rage and anger as if it was my cloak that made him angry in the first place.

“ You see I wanted to be merciful! I wanted to give you my seed for the last time and see if it would become something in the dead thing you call your womb” He laughed menacingly as he seized me up like a predator waiting to attack his prey. I couldn't speak, No words could come to me even if I opened my mouth countless times.

“ But you dare? Do you dare seek another man's seed? You Useless whore!” He said giving smacking the other side of my face before grabbing my neck and choking me in the process. He then dragged me and pushed me on the bed pinning my hands with one of his. I cried out as I struggled with him, kicking with everything I have.He smacked me again to keep me still but I only kicked harder without a target mind.

“ You will offer yourself freely to another man like the cheap whore you are but refuse me like this? Stay still you wench!” he said with another slap on my face.

“ Leave me alone! Let me go! Please!” I cried my voice till I felt my throat getting raw.

“ If another man can pour his seed in an empty vessel like you, why shouldn't I pour mine? It would get wasted anyway” He said while pinning my legs between his as he used his other hand to tear my blouse, ripping my corsets out forcefully. It hurts and all I could see was stars as I tried to keep myself awake. I didn't know what pushed me to raise one of my legs again hitting him where the sun doesn't shine. He cried out in pain as he released me instantly.

“ Wait..... Till I lay my hands on you. You are dead” He groaned in pain rolling off me while stood up immediately gathering my clothing.

My chamber had transformed into a battlefield, and I was the weary soldier. Patrick's fury knew no bounds as he hurled accusations and insults, his rage unabated. He had become a man consumed by his own demons, a monster I no longer recognized.

But as his anger boiled over, something within me snapped. I couldn't bear the torment any longer. With trembling hands, I gathered my courage and shattered a porcelain case on my vanity table. The jagged shard of porcelain became my weapon of defiance.

"End me! I'm tired of all your bullshit!" I screamed, the words erupting from the depths of my anguish.

"If you want a child, go and get it from another woman and leave me the fuck alone!"For the first time in years, I had confronted him, my voice a weapon of rebellion against his cruelty. I hurled accusations back at him, tears streaming down my face, my heart laid bare.

"You think I don't want to get married to another woman or have a son from a concubine?! I didn't do all that because I love you, but you have remained ungrateful to my love by being barren!" Patrick yelled, his voice laced with frustration.

"Patrick, you do not love me! This is not love! If you still love me, you wouldn't raise your hands on me when I have tried everything to give you a child!" I cried, my voice trembling.

“ Then you should try harder!” He said like he is frustrated or something but I don't care.

Our words became a tempest, a torrent of pain and anger that had long simmered beneath the surface. I felt a surge of strength, of defiance, as I declared

"I can't do this anymore. Let me go and find some woman who will give you what you want. I'm tired."But Patrick's possessive grip only tightened.

"Let you go?! So you can go and meet that man you were coming back from?" His laughter was a bitter twist of cruelty, and it sliced through my heart.

"Never! And not under my watch!" He declared, sealing my fate.

My chamber became my prison, my spirit crushed under his relentless demands. He decreed that I would not leave until I bore him a child, subjecting me to doctors and treatments, a cruel reminder of my barrenness.

As night descended and darkness embraced me, I sank to the floor, my strength drained. Tears no longer came, for my eyes had run dry. I had become a mere puppet in his cruel game, a pawn in a life I never chose.

"My lady," Eria's soft whisper roused me from my desolation. She stood there, a glimmer of hope in the shadows, holding a duffel bag. I stared at her, bewildered and exhausted.

"It is time, my lady," she urged, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet. Her determination surpassed my own, and I was too weary to resist.

"This is the best I can do for you, Lina," she whispered, her voice filled with an unspoken plea. She ushered me toward the door, and I stumbled along, confused and uncertain. When Eria called me "Lina," it meant she was deadly serious.

The door swung open silently, revealing a corridor bathed in moonlight. Eria's eyes met mine, and she hugged me tightly. "I wish you a safe journey to Nayak," she whispered.

As she guided me through the dim passageways of Gattar Manor, I realized that Eria had orchestrated my escape. A flicker of hope ignited within me—hope that I could break free from the chains that bound me and discover the truth of my destiny in Nayak.

“ You don't deserve to be trapped in this hell when you can be a queen in Nayak”