The dark lord released his newly found grip on her ankle, his glare deepening into a scowl. “You will learn some fucking respect. Whether you like it or not, you are my prisoner and you will obey me as such.”
“I have respect!” Elika argued, her tone matching that of Darkous’ as she continued. “Just not for a monstrous asshole that ripped me away from my family and killed my brother!”
The dark lord snarled furiously, his bulky form looming over the princess in a threatening motion. Elika trembled, barely having time to react as her uncle lashed out. Darkous caught her completely off guard, his foot viciously crashing down on her ankle. The princess screamed in pain, anguished tears slipping free from her eyes. The force of the dark lord’s foot snapped her ankle bone clean in half, pain shooting through her leg. Elika squealed as the skin began to swell immediately, turning a deep purple. She curled into a tight ball on her
The room was eerie dark, the princess’ small frame shaking as she moved into a seated position. The only sound in the small cell was Elika’s harsh breathing, her pulse quickening. She scanned the darkness in panic, desperately searching for anything that would give her comfort. For some sign of life. She pushed herself into the corner of the cot-like bed, her back connecting with a padded wall. She was deserted, alone in the darkness. Her whole body continued to tremble as she stood, moving into the centre of the cell. She repeatedly glanced into every corner, the walls seeming to close in on her. The princess gasped, her legs quaking with fear. The distant screams of her family assaulted her ears, causing Elika’s panic to increase.She searched around the room again, this time for her family. The cell remained abandoned, the princess completely alone. And yet, she could clearly hear the desperate cries of her brothers as though the
The psychopathic lord smiled viciously, carefully removing his hand from the girl’s throat. Her head collapsed to the side as he moved back, chuckling as she remained unconscious. The girl’s small frame shook slightly as she took a long croaky breath, her body trembling as it fought for oxygen. Darkous shook his head in irritation, slowly rising to his feet. The girl should have done as he commanded, without argument. Then this wouldn’t have happened. He turned away from the princess, striding back towards the metal door. When she finally woke from the forced sleep, Michael would pay her a visit. The psychopathic lord wanted her obedient, whether she agreed to it or not. The girl was his prisoner and it was about time she acted like one.He turned back to look at the girl, laughing slightly as he watched her tremble in her sleep. She was brave, he would admit that. But the princess was also stupid; her attempts at fighting him only caused her more pain
The princess sighed softly as she began to wake, her throat throbbing lightly. She groaned, slowly moving to a seated position. Elika wiped the small beads of sweat that began forming on her forehead, panting slightly as she caught her bandaged ankle. She shuffled back on the cot-like bed, leaning against one of the padded walls. She forced herself not to cry as her mind raced, fear taking over her mind. Her hand moved towards her throat self-consciously, the skin delicate as she traced her fingers over where the dark lord had strangled her. Why did he do that? She had done nothing wrong, nor did she deserve such harsh treatment.The princess jumped slightly as the metal door opened, forcefully returning her to reality. Michael slowly walked into the small cell, his black eyes locking on her. Elika took a shaky breath as she moved her hands away from her neck, silently watching as Michael approached the bed. She lifted her good leg towards her chest, glancing around the bare
“Where do you think you are going?” Darkous chuckled, standing in the doorway to block her path.Elika gasped, her head snapping towards her uncle as she hopped back a step; knowing that she was in serious trouble.“You okay over their Michael.” The dark lord asked, quickly grabbing the princess by her arm.Michael nodded, pulling the knife from within his arm. “Yes sir, the little brat simply caught me off guard.”Darkous’ chuckled, lifting Elika up from the ground and flinging her over his shoulder as he walked towards the bed; viciously slamming her down. She cried out as her leg began to burn, slowly curling into a ball on her side.“Stay there.” he ordered before turning towards his comrade, his mechanical white eyes laced with humour. “What is it that you called me here for Michael?”“The princess is hiding something from us, her ankle is completely healed, and in
Elika gasped, the pain unbearable as her body slowly began to stitch itself back together. The memories of her death confusing. How was she alive? After all, no one could’ve survived such a blow to the head ... Right? The regeneration of her brain and jaw were unimaginably agonising. She spent hours frozen in place as her body mended, she was completely conscious and yet couldn’t control her own body. She was laid in a mass pool of her own blood, the metallic smell sickening. Her mind wandered aimlessly; to begin with she had pitied Darkous though now, her only thoughts of him were of hate.The princesses body broke out in a fever, her blood boiling just beneath the skin. The regeneration was almost complete, her body becoming more and more alert. Every sound and vibration in hell suddenly hitting her all at once, the noise deafening. Elika’s muscles began to cramp, causing her whole body to ache. The drowsy fog in her mind was only just beginning to dissipa
Elika took another step away from the dark lord, her breath catching as she looked around. The forest land around the mansion spread out for miles, connecting with vast open fields. The princess only spotted one road, leading for miles between the trees; muddied and eerie. “Just let me go home.”The dark lord gripped Elika viciously by the hair, pulling her towards him as he spoke. “You are never going home! You will stay here until I say otherwise.”The princess pushed against Darkous, attempting to break his grasp on her hair; desperately kicking him in the leg. “Let go!”The dark lord snarled, tightening his grip on the princess. He launched her towards the double doors of the mansion, her small frame crashing into the black wood. He stormed towards her, watching as the princess attempted to crawl away. She took gasping breaths, trembling as Darkous approached. She knew instantly that she had made a mistake, her fear rising
Elika groaned slightly, her bones stiff as she began to wake. She pulled the soft blanket tighter around her small frame, attempting to fade back into sleep. Her eyes flickered, slowly adjusting to the dull lighting. The princess sighed deeply, moving to lie on her back in the cage. The metal contraption began to sway as she moved, causing Elika to freeze in fear. She bit her bottom lip, waiting for the cage to slow; eventually halting as she remained still. Her mind wandered as she stared up at the top of the cage, metal bars filling her vision. She planned to escape, only so far; she had no idea how. The princess may manage to get out of the cage, but what then? Where would she go? Nowhere ... Elika had nowhere to go, her knowledge of hell sketchy at best. She sighed again, her hope dwindling. All the princess wanted was to go home, only that wasn’t an option. The dark lord would not allow her to leave, and if she did; he would hunt her down. The consequences of running more
Darkous repeated his chuckle, slumping into his chair as he spoke. “I will do that soon. Don’t you want to speak with her? You did want to meet her, did you not Dorian?”Dorian turned back towards the princess, tilting his head as he inspected her. “Hello little girl.”Elika leaned back against the cage, refusing to look at the man as he spoke. She slowly placed her head onto the bars, briefly closing her eyes as she remained silent. The princess didn’t feel like speaking with them, her mood low and sorrowful.“Elika ... Aren’t you going to at least say hello to this rather nice man?” Darkous questioned, leaning forward in his chair.The princess sighed, mumbling her response as she continued to look anywhere but where the man stood. “Hello...”Dorian chuckled as he turned his attention back towards the dark lord. “She isn’t a talking person, is she?”“