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Chapter Thirty-Two
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2022-03-04 18:55:47Alaric
There was this voice telling me to let her go and leave Victoria alone. It's obvious that she's happy with Roman. He makes her laugh. The kind of laugh that reaches her eyes down to my dark soul, tugging it to light.
But as I look at them across from the altar where I was standing, spying on them cloaked in the shadows behind the gigantic arch made with white, red, and yellow wildflowers that I had seen on the cliff behind the palace.
I felt a twinge of envy and bitterness. A voice at the back of my head whispering things I do not want to hear and I already know.
‘That should be me.’
‘I had blown my chance.’
I know I'm an idiot for letting her go and making her the bait to track my enemy.
That day I know, deep in my bones she'll run away but in my head, I wish she'd stay. It was difficult but it was a no-brainer decision. When I am faced with difficult choices
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I wake up in darkness. The kind of darkness that seems to swallow me whole and like I didn't even open my eyes. The ground was damp, adding to the biting cold that seeping through the thin night shift I'm wearing. For a moment my mind drifted back to a memory from a year ago, the time when I snuck out of my chambers in the middle of the night, thinking it was a good idea to lay outside and soak under the gentle glare of the moon and stars. There has been no moon or stars that night, only the thick swirling mass of clouds that seemed to descend on me and kiss the ground. Stubborn that I am, I lay on my back and waited and waited until I fell asleep only to be awakened with the loud boom of the thunder and lightning followed by fat and cold drops of water. Obviously, I'm not in a garden or under the sky. I'm in a room, probably a basement that was made into a shelter by hundreds of rats and roaches. When my circumstances finally sank in, I scramble up, only to fall
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If only escaping was as easy as seen in movies I would be out with my chains in no time. And though Alaric's instructions were short and clear it certainly did not correlate with the process of applying it on the cold chains wrapped around my ankle with an inexperience lout like me. I slowly breathe out the air hissing between my teeth. I am running out of patience and cutting my ankle to quicken our escape was not far from the ideas running inside my head.“Listen, clear your head and try to feel every nooks and cranny of the keyhole with the pin. Then do what I taught you.”“What if I'll just cut my ankle?”I heard him chuckle under his breath and I have to smile at that. I've seen him smirk and sneer but I've never seen Alaric smile or laugh. “Then I'll leave you to rot here,” he said but I could hear the smile in his voice. “You can't be serious,” I argued. “I'm dead serious. Now, do it.”“What? Cut my ankle?”
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“If you are thinking or plotting for an escape. Don't.” Alaric said as we neared at a door made of thick wooden boards. “There's only one exit and there is a camera aimed at this door.” He added, pointing at the camera mounted on a sturdy-looking wall in front of the door. “And if you find yourself outside this door, don't run further. You'll end up in the living room full of mercenaries watching over the exits.” “Is that all?” I asked my tone dripping with sarcasm as I rubbed my arms to keep myself warm while throwing a glare at the man responsible for my predicament. If I would have known that I would be kidnapped in the middle of the night I would have worn thicker clothes, not a thin night shift. I bite my tongue to keep myself from lashing out at him. Antagonizing him won't help me. Alaric seemed distracted, clearly impatient to get rid of me and continue his life. I stared at him. Too bad he's not looking back at me or he'll see the grimace
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I'm emotionally detached. There's no way to explain it. I couldn't even cry more than I had cried while the man was physically and emotionally terrorizing me. Though his slap stings and I could still feel the imprint of his hand branding my cheek. It's his unwelcome touch that had my body revolting on its own skin and it sicken me to no end how the memory was now carved deep in my head.My gut tightened up to my throat as my body lurched. But instead of spewing what remained on my last meal, I wheezed, painfully squeezing the air out of my lungs. Tears blurred my vision and I can't do anything but clutch my stomach even if it does nothing to dull the pain.I gulped, trying to swallow enough saliva to douse the dryness of my mouth down to my throat. I should have eaten when he says so, maybe my compliance would have spared me from the brutality that came from my stubbornness. I shook my head. No, Victoria. Regardless of what I did and what I did not do, I knew deep in my
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Every time I close my eyes I could smell the stink of the man's breath fanning on my face just as vivid as his unwelcome touch. I could feel him, his fingers painfully rubbing the sensitive spot at the juncture of my thighs. Instinctively, I close my legs while writhing and fighting, trying to break free from the invisible claws of the man violating me. My eyes snapped open from an unexpected rapped on my prison door. A rush of rancid air filled my lungs in one go, making me gasp. I should have been thankful for the reprieve. But instead of relief, I trembled, my body coming alive as fear flooded through my veins. My heart thumped hard and fast against my chest. Wide eyes and jaw locked, I readied myself to flee. Seconds ticked by and the door creaked open, a silver mop of hair of an elderly Asian woman peered through the door, opening it with wariness. I watched as her eyes roamed around the dimly lit room. I could see the horrified look on her face as she stare
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A gentle rapped on the door woke me up from a restless sleep that has me scrambling to the wall. Slowly, the door creaked open and a familiar friendly face peeked through the gap. Mei-hua beamed at me when her sight rested on my curled body pressing the wall. A frown etched on her gentle face before it softened. She immediately presented the tray of food in her hand and a duffel bag in the other as she walked closer to me. “When you sleep, I clean bathroom and change light,” she said in broken english in her heavily accented voice. “I help you okay, cannot help escape. Sorry.” She shook her head as she said somberly. She could make my stay bearable but couldn't help me escape. I translated it in my head. I can't judge her and make her endanger her life for helping me escape if that was even possible. Whatever her reasons for working under Enrico, that's all her. And to be honest she's already risking plenty by giving me beyond what's necessary. She could just give me food
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“Well, I heard I have a brother, guess I got more than I had bargained for, coming here.” I wanted to scream at Roman to save me and take me away from Enrico and Alaric and in all the madness going around us, but I cannot put him at risk, my heart couldn't handle losing another person close to my heart once again.I smiled, the expression not reaching my eyes while my hand balled into fists at the small of my back, trying to control the trembling. “I'm glad you finally have each other,” I said in a small voice. Roman scoffed, throwing Alaric a venomous glare. “I'm sure the feeling is mutual.” Though I have a distinct feeling that he meant the opposite. Neither Alaric nor Roman found their reunion pleasant. I smiled thinly as I looked away, my sight darting to the door, thinking if fleeing from the awkward and tense interaction would be worth it. “Right, Mendez?” Alaric only gave Roman a smug smile as he drew me close to his body quite possessively, I might add, once again. I stumb
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“Roman's mother. Enrico killed her,” He said watching me like a hawk. “In front of Roman.” I don't know what happened, but I felt like a bomb had gone off inside my chest. My mind went blank and the only thing I could hear was the grating sound of static and crumbling stones. For a moment I don't know where illusions ended and the reality begins. It was as if the whole place was shaking from its foundation and I am drifting away farther and farther from the ground as the taste of the air around me changes into a suffocating fog of smoke and fire. “Victoria!” it was as if someone was catching me as the intensity of hatred that started to bloom within me was staggering, to say the least. I don't even know that I'm capable of such hatred and how my heart could withstand such feelings for a single person.The vindictive part of me simmers as it grows into an overwhelming vortex of bitterness and darkness. Yet, even inside my head, I could still feel the ground shaking just as Alaric tig
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“Well, I heard I have a brother, guess I got more than I had bargained for, coming here.” I wanted to scream at Roman to save me and take me away from Enrico and Alaric and in all the madness going around us, but I cannot put him at risk, my heart couldn't handle losing another person close to my heart once again.I smiled, the expression not reaching my eyes while my hand balled into fists at the small of my back, trying to control the trembling. “I'm glad you finally have each other,” I said in a small voice. Roman scoffed, throwing Alaric a venomous glare. “I'm sure the feeling is mutual.” Though I have a distinct feeling that he meant the opposite. Neither Alaric nor Roman found their reunion pleasant. I smiled thinly as I looked away, my sight darting to the door, thinking if fleeing from the awkward and tense interaction would be worth it. “Right, Mendez?” Alaric only gave Roman a smug smile as he drew me close to his body quite possessively, I might add, once again. I stumb
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If only escaping was as easy as seen in movies I would be out with my chains in no time. And though Alaric's instructions were short and clear it certainly did not correlate with the process of applying it on the cold chains wrapped around my ankle with an inexperience lout like me. I slowly breathe out the air hissing between my teeth. I am running out of patience and cutting my ankle to quicken our escape was not far from the ideas running inside my head.“Listen, clear your head and try to feel every nooks and cranny of the keyhole with the pin. Then do what I taught you.”“What if I'll just cut my ankle?”I heard him chuckle under his breath and I have to smile at that. I've seen him smirk and sneer but I've never seen Alaric smile or laugh. “Then I'll leave you to rot here,” he said but I could hear the smile in his voice. “You can't be serious,” I argued. “I'm dead serious. Now, do it.”“What? Cut my ankle?”
