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Chapter Twenty-One
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2021-10-08 18:01:21I lay awake, unable to sleep. Different faces of death keep haunting me even in the dead of the night. And if I look closely, I could still see the imprint of blood on my hands, the taste of copper on my lips, and their screams close to my ears. Theirs no peace or rest for the people like me. I had wished a thousand times for any deity watching me to just take my conscience so the guilt could never eat me alive.
I was not lucky.
I sat on a chair facing the ocean with my favorite knife in hand. I don't like k*lling people but I could always appreciate good craftsmanship on weapons when I see one.
On nights like this, I'm usually too absorbed in my own misery counting the deaths on my hand while muttering their names in the darkness. But Victoria happened and every time I'm about to enter the same rabbit hole again I'm always reminded with her smile and how can a simple smile light up the whole place.
She's my salvation.
The only person I needed in m
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“I want you to ruin me,”I knew the moment my words got through Roman when his face morphed into a face of a schoolboy who doesn't know what to do. I should applaud myself for accomplishing such a feat but to be perfectly honest, most of my courage came from the alcohol I just drank, making me lose half of my inhibitions and footing.And I feel hot.Perhaps asking Roman to ruin me was going too far. Most of the words I blurted out came from the movie Lena made me watch once. The woman in that movie was a siren—a seductress born to dominate men, someone I couldn't be. Though, I couldn't explain the rush of something foreign and alive when I saw the unadulterated desire flash through Roman's amber eyes.The urge to lick my lips was intense but I held myself instead I bit my lower lip to stop my tongue from darting out.Wrong move.Before I could grasp what had happened, I felt the loss of my weight as I was spun
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I awoke with a sense of someone gently caressing my face. I slowly opened my eyes in narrow slits, prepared to have the first glaring brightness of the sun directly assaulting my tired eyes while trying to remember what had happened the night before. But instead, I was greeted with the faint light and the sound of crashing waves outside.Little by little the memories of the night before came in a torpedo of embarrassment and giddiness. I had done it. I was finally kissed and touched by a man. My body welcomed it even if my heart craves another man's touch–Alaric. I'm not even sure if I should be glad I fainted to escape the embarrassment of succumbing to the desire or sad that I haven't felt the full extent of it.I internally shook my head.I found Roman beside me wide awake while gazing at me with his unreadable eyes. What did he think of me now?“How long I've been asleep?”“Five hours,” That means–&ld
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Where have you been?” the sound of my mother's voice early in the morning gritted my nerves as I exit from my walk-in closet, holding a black flowery dress that reaches just above my knees. I wouldn't wear it though. The dress was just an alibi.As I entered the secret door of my closet I had heard my mother calling my name from the entrance of my quarters and grab the closest dress I saw.I can't have her looking at me suspiciously especially now that I suddenly decided to marry the man who was the very reason I ran away.“Mother,” I bobbed my head, acknowledging her presence. The Queen stood, regal in the middle of my chamber, her nose stuck, high in the air. She looks impeccable and classy, a picturesque of a true Royal.I feel cold and detached from her, something she probably didn't expect from her naive and obedient daughter. A flicker of disappointment flashed in her eyes before she blink it away, replaced with her practiced smile
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I wore a revealing soft pink nightgown made of lace. Somehow, it feels like I'm betraying Alaric. While my mind keeps on telling me that there's nothing between us, my heart has other plans. It keeps on beating for the man that only sees me as a nuisance—an unnecessary baggage he had a misfortune of picking beside the road.And there's Roman. Coming back had been a gamble. I expected a lot of things; my mother's worried face, father's anger, Enrico's punishment, and Roman's disgust and bitterness.None of those had been present when our paths meet again.Roman broke the wall I built around myself the moment he saw me and engulfed me into his warm embrace. It feels like he cares more than he's letting on. And when our skin touches, I hadn't expected the rush of anticipation that coursed through me. Now, I'm on a mission to break through everything that's keeping me from my happiness.I must admit, his drugging touch and kisses were a plus. At least I
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I came down with a beaming smile on my face like Roman asked me to with the exception of the dress he ordered me to wear. Instead, I wear an old university shirt I stole from my brother's closet and the five-year-old sweatpants which I also stole from him. Nothing fancy, I know.Going down for breakfast would have been a good idea and a comical one but the image of my mother choking on her food while looking at me dubiously tugged a string on my heart. And besides, I don't want to antagonize my father early on my plan. I'm not even sure if it is a plan. All I know is I'm working to gain my freedom from my oppressive family.“I hope you're feeling well, your highness.” Roman greeted bowing his head with a smirk on his face and a glint of mockery in his eyes.I gritted my teeth, smiling stiffly at him.One of these days I'm gonna k*ll him. J*rk.My eyes zeroed on him. I gulped. He looked sexy. Like the men, I saw on billboards and magazin
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Roman continued his visits every night in my quarters and not long I started to anticipate on his nighty visit that's until the night before our wedding.He never came.When the clock strikes twelve I'm more than ready to march towards the tunnels into his quarters for an explanation. But before I could rip open the secret door inside my closet I saw a note in the ground with his penmanship.My Princess,I am beyond frustrated right now that I can't be with you. As per tradition, we are not allowed to see each other before the wedding. And besides, I'm being watched by your father's manservant. But I promise to make it up to you tomorrow night.RomanI huff, stomping my foot on the floor as I walked out of the closet.“You should learn to close your windows, Victoria,” every nerve endings on my body stood alert as goosebumps erupted on my exposed skin. I physically shivered, hearing the familiar voice of the one person I'd
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I lay awake the whole night thinking about Alaric who is somewhere in or probably out of the palace. The warning bell hadn't sounded so I'm assuming he's out of the dungeon and maybe sightseeing around the palace walls. Surprisingly, his presence hasn't given me second thoughts on marrying Roman.That should mean something right?It was probably because I got used to being used by all the people around me. Or maybe because deep down I know even if I'm slowly falling for Roman Hernandez I would still use him to gain my freedom.The thought of using Roman for my own gain despite all the good things he has done to me sent me into nausea. Guilt. Suddenly, I feel guilty. I feel guilty not because I'm using him to escape from this place but because I felt like I cheated on him with Alaric which is ridiculous. We didn't do anything and besides, I did not agree not will I, to meet him in my private chambers. He had done it of his own free will.But why it does fe
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Red flags.I should have seen it a mile away the moment Alaric painstakingly scaled my wall just to inform me he got inside the palace ground undetected.“You smell weird,” I mumbled, trying to twist myself out of Alaric's suffocating embrace and on his unwelcome kisses.“Hmm,”I gritted my teeth as he tried to kiss me once again. Frustrated, I put the palm of my hands on his face to stop him from leaning on me. “Let go, Alaric, or I'll scream.” I threatened, pushing him off me. He's wet and sticky and there's this coppery smell on him that hasn't been in him when he visited my chamber.“You don't like it?”I slapped him. Hard. “I'm marrying Roman.” I spat turning away from him as I dashed out of his hold.“So?” He's mocking me. Even in the dark, I can picture the tilt of his head, an eyebrow raised on his hairline while his lips set into a sneer.“Wh
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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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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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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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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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“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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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?”
