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

I opened my eyes as sharp rays of sun 
hit my face. The first thing my eyes laid upon was the beautiful crystal chandelier, shining brightly as strikes of the sun were colliding with its elegant crystals. 

"Good morning, my lady," there came a distant voice. I tried to look towards the owner of the voice but my body was hurting so badly. 

Why was it so hard to move?

Every single fiber in my body was crying out with affliction. With great difficulty, I turned on my back when I heard a gasp as I felt myself turning towards the voice. I tried to move but the simple task was becoming so arduous. 

Finally, after trying for the fifth time, I was able to see a shadow, more like a person standing next to the bed. 

"Oh my god!" Sandra gasped as her hands flew towards her mouth. She quickly came to my side and helped me sit up, making me wince in pain. She ran down her hand on my neck as I hissed in pain. 

I remembered everything, every single thing, but I wanted to forget it. I wanted to wipe his touch away. 

"Y-you okay?" Her voice came shaking as she looked at me. I didn't know why but I could see the concern in her dark eyes. Her eyes were glossy with water, the water of emotions. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she tried not to touch my neck.

Okay?

Was I? 

"Yes," This was what I was supposed to say, right? Cause no one cared. 

I was okay, I was fine.

Are you? My subconsciousness mocked. 

"No, no you are not." She said as she pulled me in her arms. Tears of misery cascaded down my face as I wrapped my arms around her. This was what I needed, comfort. 

I felt her shaking as she cried, saying sweet comforting words in my ear. It looked like my misery was hurting her more than I, myself. We stayed like this, crying in each other's arms and comforting embrace for what felt like hours.

She helped me get up as I wrapped the sheets around my naked body. My whole body was trembling as I tried to move towards the bathroom. Every single memory of last night was as fresh as a new day. Every single touch was still lingering on my flesh, making me feel disgusted. 

"Do you need my help, my lady?" she asked unsurely as her eyes avoided contact with me or more like she was not trying to look at my bruised body. 

"Sarah, call me Sarah," I said lowly as I grabbed the bathroom doorknob. 

"But—"

"Please, I insist," She looked taken back by my words, but she nodded her head with a small comforting smile on her lips. 

I closed the door behind me as I stepped into the bathroom. Step by step I reached the sink and grabbed the edges as walking become suddenly very difficult. There was a very sharp pain between my thighs, indicating the cruelness that he made me go through. 

My eyes looked up and I looked at my reflection. I refused to recognize the girl who was in front of me. She was not me. I was never like this. I never had bruises on my body, I never had marks on my body. 

But the one who was standing in front of me was dead, that's what her eyes were looking like. There were bruises on her neck, on her wrists, on her body. I abruptly let go of sheets as they puddled around my feet. A heart-churning scream left my throat as I looked at myself. 

No, no, no.

Why?

Tears dropped down on the sink and I lost the little strength I had left with. The pain I was feeling was more than the piercings of thousands of needles. I was going crazy, I was losing hope, I was losing strength. Breathing seemed so difficult, my heart was breaking piece by piece. 
After crying for another hour, I stepped inside the shower. Warm drops of water cascaded down my body, washing away his touch. But what about the stain on my heart, how did it would get cleared?

I dressed in the clothes that Sandra handed me. The clothes were decent, but not enough decent to cover my dignity. It was a beautiful white-colored lace dress with a halter neck. It was beautiful but I was not comfortable wearing it. But as I had left with no choice, I put it on. It reached my mid-thighs, showing off his hand marks on my thighs. The halter neck was making the scars prominent on my neck. 

I let my hair loss hide away the marks. But the scars in my heart were deep, deeper than the ocean. Behind my face was a hurting soul, I was falling apart slowly and painfully. I was not the girl I was used to be.

Sighing deeply, I opened the door and looked at Sandra. She smiled and handed me brown sandals. I wore them and waited for her to say something. She was here for something, right?

"Everyone is waiting for you in the dining room," she said after free minutes. Waiting for me? For what? For killing me, right?

"Can I please skip," I said with uncertainty? I was not ready to face them.

"I don't think so, Lord will be angry, and dragging will be the last thing you'd like him to do," she said with firmness in her voice. I nodded as I followed after her. 

I followed Sandra down the long hallway, step after step. We descended the stairs. Same hallways, same stairs, same dining room, everything was the same yet felt so different. It didn't take us long to enter the dining room. Everyone was present there except for him and I was thankful. I was not ready to face him, not after what he did last night. 

"Good morning, Sarah," Alexa said enthusiastically, her voice enlightened the room which was drowning in awkwardness. 

"Very good morning, Alexa," I smiled at her, though putting a fake smile felt more convenient than showing my pain.

"Morning, Sarah," I heard Angie saying. I nodded at her, feeling too weak to reply her.