Imprisoned

Chapter # 4

"Be my prisoner then."

My eyes widened in dread, reaching to my frantic heartbeats when the gun stopped in the middle of my chest.

"Please don't do this, Sir... please.. Please..." I cried, trying to crouch away but those hunting eyes etch their supremacy in my soul to make it do as he says,

"Please, Sir." I sobbed.

"Well, you are coming with me, with or without your consent."

Sealing my heart with his fiery words, I couldn't find words to react, shaking my head no but he moved away from me.

"Why..?"

My voice came out like a broken whisper, lowering my head in defeat.

"Take her."

He ordered and my whole being became numb. Panting heavily, I began to scream for help.

"HELP!! IS SOMEONE THERE?!! HELP-"

Another scream of fright escaped my lips when he shot the gun right near my foot, his one glare locked my vocal cords in the abyss ruled by him.

"Shh." He warned me seriously.

Unable to speak, I shook my head continuously but it only enraged him.

"Take her and take care of this body." He ordered as one man began to drag me with him after covering my eyes.

Constricted breaths were only serving him pleasure, trapped in his domain, but I couldn't understand- Why?

Why was I alive?

Why was he taking me?

Why this tragedy with me?

I didn't know what was happening, was I going to die? Countless questions drowned me in suffocation.

"Why are you doing this...?" I asked in a low, depressed tone but no reply came, only darkness.

I was thrown into a room and hastily took off my blindfold, finding myself in a lavishing enormous room and the King of this himself standing in front of me with a dead expression.

Taking steady steps towards me, gulping, I moved back, until my back hit the bed post, shuddering violently in vexation of being alone with him in a room. Tears brimmed in my eyes, quivering by his mere presence.

"Let me go... please..." I whispered, holding the post tightly.

"You are going to stay here quietly." He ordered in a low tone, certainly not in a mood to hear any argument.

"Prince Sir-"

He put his hand on the post, right above my head. He didn't even touch me and I was left overwhelmed. I bit my cheeks to suppress the tears.

"Do as I say quietly, Cinzel if you don't want me to use hard ways."

He warned and got away from me, leaving, but not after locking me inside the room with no windows.

After he left, I fell on my knees. I let out loud gasps to bring my unstable breaths to normal.

How could it happen in just a day?!

How can my life ruin just a fucking day?!

I was living the best moment of my life. Things define ecstasy and now everything is scattered.

Pulling my hairs, I began to cry, cursing the monster who did this to me and took everything away from me in a matter of a heartbeat.

I didn't know what to do to get out of this tribulation. How in one night my whole life changed.

I stayed in until later around eight an elderly woman entered, smiling softly at me who was sitting on the ground while leaning on the bed.

Trying to wrap my mind around the silent havoc which just occurred.

"Hello, Dear. I am Maria." She smiled, coming closer.

"Why am I here? Please, I want to go home..." I whispered, hugging myself tightly.

"You can't, not until Sir says so." She told me, motioning to a maid who served dinner.

"He would never let me go." I said sadly, hiding my in my knees.

"Surely not, he would let you go. Don't worry, my child." She smiled, patting my head to console me but to no avail. I bit my lips, unsure about telling her what horrendous sight I witnessed.

'Please save me, Zaniel.' I prayed from the bottom of my heart.

"Here you go, have dinner. I will also set some clothes for you to change." She said softly. I remained motionless.

She stayed for a while until she was assured I was eating, "Where am I?" I asked vaguely.

"You are in Prince Sir's farmhouse."

Her sentence made me realize the person I saw at School was nothing but a despicable deception. But, to whom? For what reason he acted like a kind teacher?

"When can I leave?"

"I don't know."

...I became a delicate flower whose fate held demise...

That was what is left in my life; to spend my moments with a torment fright in my soul. I even lost track of the time of how long I have been captivated here.

I was sitting in the corner, until I heard the creaking sound of the door being opened. And the person with the glint of dark, malevolent silver eyes entered.

He took a step closer and his fierce form is now visible. Each step he took forward immersed me in extreme dread.

Pressing myself into the corner, I gulped hard. His aura was slightly different from before, even more fatal.

Curling my toes, I hugged myself but without caring for my fretful form, he grabbed a chair, positioning it right in front of me and took a seat.

Me, who was on the ground, found herself as a mouse cornered badly.

"Cinzel..." His husky response increased my dread.

He was so close to me, scrutinizing my form with a severe look. I flinched when he brought his hand and touched my cheeks. His knuckles caress my cheek- scaring me to death.

"Please... stop.."

I slowly opened my eyes and met his inscrutable ones, ignoring my pleas.

"Sir, I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." I whispered desperately as he thankfully removed his hand from my cheek.

"Do you want your freedom back?" He whispered with a glint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes, please..."

"Then do as I say."

"I will do anything but-"

I stopped mid-sentence when he let out a husky laugh, "Be careful what you speak, darling."

Lowering my gaze as he moved closer and whispered in my ears.

"If you want to go back then marry me."

My breath hitched in dolor and dread by his vigorously repulsive words of wanting to marry me.

"W-What are you s-saying, Sir? I..I am already-" He lifted my chin, smirking impishly at my form murmuring.

"I know you are engaged and going to get married soon."

My mind froze for a second in consternation of how he knows?

His hand from my chin moved to my hair, gripping them and forcing me to look at him from inexplicable fright.

"And my love, I don't fucking care. I want you, I will have you." Enunciating, he pushed me away, rising from the ground after terrorizing my soul to obey him if I value my life.

"Please..." I whispered but it ended in failure.

He snickered after declaring my price of liberation which came by sacrificing my own smiles but like he said: He doesn't fucking care.

"Get ready to become my bride."