Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (digital book reader .txt) 📕

I breathed in deeply when I tried to open my heavy, substantial eyelids. My body was stiff and all my limbs were aching like I had been hit by a massive load carrier truck. Everything was hurting but what hurt most was my heart. I slightly opened my eyes and an involuntary groan left my lips. I never felt like this before! I slowly moved my hands to rub my sore eyes.

I looked around and found myself again in this dark and horrifying room.

And that was when I recalled everything that had happened. My hands went straight to my neck.
He tried to choke me. Ironic for a man who saved me years ago.

Warm tears filled my eyes. This time I didn't stop myself from crying. I brought one hand to cover my mouth so I didn't make any noise. The tears were running onto the pillow and my heart was breaking thinking of everything that has turned my life upside down. I brought another hand to my heart and squeezed it tight because my heart was also hurting. 

I sobbed so long and I gave into my miseries and I gave into my fears. 

What had I done to deserve this?

I never wished for this but guess what here we were. Held being captive by inhumane humans. I wanted to go far from here and never look back. I wanted to run so far that he would never be able to come to me again. 

But my world was shattered, it was broken. All I wanted to do right now was cry and scream and let it all out.
But I had run out of tears. 

I had run out of life.

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FALCON'S P.O.V

Restlessness.

No one ever told me that restlessness felt so much like fear.

That it made you feel like someone was ripping your insides out.

Slowly yet painfully.

I was having that feeling when you didn't even know what the fuck you were feeling anymore.

I was tired.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

Physically.

I was exhausted from this never-ending pain.

I fell so hard for that girl who could never be mine. 

She was the best thing I ever planned.

I wished I could explain what I felt about her. How I wished I could look into her eyes and could never get tired of their beauty. How I wished I could listen to her laugh and could get lost in her sweet voice.

The truth?

I loved her.

Why?

I didn't have the answer to that but I guess it was just her laugh, her smile, her eyes. The way she moved, the way she talked, the way she gave me butterflies whenever she was around me was enough to explain my sentiments for her. 

She had become my everything in this little bit of time of a few years. I have known her since we were in our diapers and I never realized that I would be dying to make her mine. I honestly couldn't say there was an answer to that. 

But,

She could never be mine.

She was his.

She was his queen.

His to taint.

His to love.

He wouldn't ever allow my love. He would kill before I could make her mine. 

I could just wait here and watch what was coming my way.
I gulped down the remaining alcohol present in this pathetic excuse of glass. Why the fuck even I bothered drinking when I very well knew that I couldn't get drunk!

Guess I was making this another one of those pathetic habits of those pathetic little mortals.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a figure coming towards me. I sighed. 

I didn't want to have another argument. I inwardly prayed.

"Falcon."

I looked towards the person standing a few inches away from me. 

"Now what," I said trying to keep my voice even, trying to mask my annoyance. What was she doing here? I didn't want to talk to her about anything. Sometimes, I feel like why she's always there to worsen my mood.

I heard her sigh. And the next moment she was sitting next to me. 

Great.

"Did you tell her?" She whispered taking a sip from her glass. I didn't know why but I felt this sudden urge to punch her in the face. She should mind her own business! Why did she keep sticking her nose everywhere? She was fucking so irritating!

Annoying I must add.

"No," I said nonchalantly. 

We stayed quiet. None of us said anything. 

Silence.

I liked this silence somehow.

Silence calmed my soul, the turmoil of my emotions.
"You should have told her. She deserves the truth." Oh god! Couldn't she keep her mouth shut for a few minutes? I wanted peace.

"I know," I said trying to hide the irritation in my voice.

"Then what are you waiting for." She asked again.

"The right time," I said.

"And when will that right time come". She mocked placing her manicured hands on the table.

Never.

What was she trying to do? Making fun of me?

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"Falcon, you are not making sense. It's been two days since she has been here." 

I knew that for fucks sake! I was the one who kidnapped her! And it was all my fucking fault. If that fucking asshole would have stayed away from her then she would have been safe, away from all this!

She continued, "Everything is new for her I know, but she has to blend in. She has to give up on her previous life. Her only future is with him. She has to understand that she is his. It will be easier if she gets that inside her mind as soon as possible." Nothing but fucking fact. 

"Shut up." I gritted. I didn't want to hear anything. 

She was fucking getting on my nerves now. She had no right to say anything about Sarah. She had no idea what would happen to her if he would claim her. What he would do to her. He would most certainly destroy her for his sick pleasure. And I would be the one to blame for her miseries. She deserved so much h better than any of this and here I was, dragging the love of my pathetic life in danger.