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

Pain.

Fear.

Anger.

Betrayal.

Her senses were dominated by loads of these emotions, all these feelings that she was feeling made her anxious, twisting her memories to not believe her eyes. The faint hum of droplets of rain hitting the glass windows awakens her from her deep slumber as she quickly arises intently scanning her environment only to come face to face with unfamiliar surroundings as they regard her with utter queerness.

She felt light-headed whilst she tried to gaze around. Groaning with agonizing sharpness, she quirked her arms and swing her legs in the air as she dangled them over the edge of the bed.

Bed?

She looked down to find herself on the softness of mattresses, the stuff felt soft and smooth against her skin and her hands itched to touch the fabric again and again.

Her eyes glanced to access around herself only to be greeted with abhorrent unfamiliarity.

The room was huge with glistening darkness in every corner. The painted grey walls enhanced the murkiness that further shadowed the gloominess of the weather outside. The only warm thing that contemplated the dusk was beige coloured semi-circular couch taking half of the area on one side of the room. Soft pale blue and grey-coloured cushions are added to enhance its beauty.

Sarah felt cold as dark curtains blew with the wind caressing the corners of the room. The glacial touch had her hairs standing erect as her teeth chattered together.

However, this detail helped her remember that this was not her room, not even her house. She was not supposed to be here.

Falcon.

She whispered breathlessly when she remembered him drugging her. Her hands unconsciously moved towards her neck where Falcon had pricked her with a needle. She felt a sudden rush of anger and disappointment. moreover, the feeling of dejection ate her like a plague.

She pulled the silky duvet off her and looked down at herself finding herself in the same red dress that she was wearing on another evening whilst she was on a date with Mathew.

She carefully observed around.

Slowly walking towards the door which she assumed to be the exit, she tip-toed towards the prominent exit before finding the door unlocked. She scoffed at their stupidity of Falcon.

Everything was beautiful as her curious eyes scanned around with both uncertainty and rushed anxiousness, everything was screaming luxury, richness, and royalty delicately embraced in twisted yet alluring looking golden hues.

She moved forward till she reached the end and unsurely took a left turn. She gulped as her gaze landed on the huge semi-spiral staircase. The ethereal white marbled steps glistened with pale light illuminated by chandeliers hanging above, decorated with gold and shimmering black stones.

She looked around, making sure there was no one before she dashed towards the stairs.

Her steps are hastier and more urgent as she took two stairs at a time. Her legs felt the strain. By the time she reached the ground, her breathing had shortened irregularly and she panted before stopping to catch her breath for a second. However, that didn't stop her.

She needed to get out of here as soon as possible. She ran towards the right when she saw a huge large door at her side. New determined happiness washed over her and she sprinted towards the door when she heard abhorrent voices.

"I cannot suddenly go to Lord Kendrio for shelter. He's your brother, Falcon. At least convince him to let me stay at Reynes!" She heard tensed and desperate plea when her brows knitted. The man in the sentence quipped her interest and she found herself walking towards the hushed whispers.

"Brother? You serious, old man? No brother tries to kill his own-"

"Angeli-"

"What?!" Sarah flinched at the sharpness of tone.

Her brows furrowed further and she couldn't help but take a peek inside the room. Her resilient curious gaze sharpened on the man she recognized instantly.

Falcon had his back towards her but that's not what caught her attention wholly.

Dizziness of disorientation blurred her hazy vision, her hand slowly covered her mouth, her frozen body not being able to move. Eyes that get wider as she stumbled backwards. The cold wind went right through her and she felt their voice fading in distance, time seemed to stop.

Brainstorming by lightening trauma a cauterizing impulse, her mind under the assault of her shock. Rushed, broken memories of her childhood friend together in a sharp knife that slaughtered her emotions and laid her dignity on fire. Lies.

Betrayal.

How could he?

Her body shook as she raised her hands to grab something to stabilize herself. Her shivering cold hands met the porcelain pot as it shattered along with her reminiscences of souvenirs. It felt like she had again witnessed her burrowed memories in the shape of the man she once held dear to her heart.

Lies.

More lies she had fed herself.

Her lips wobbled, eyes watered as she gathered her remains of sanity and whispered.

"F-father...."

***

"You don't love me anymore! Merda has everything she wants but you never bring me anything!" Sarah whined as she threw her stuffed teddy bear toward her father Brian heaved a disorientated sigh, his fingers itching as he pressed the bridge of his nose. His eyes roamed around the room before they landed on a shredded dress that he bought for her moments ago.