As the hours passed, Isabella's stomach began to grumble, aching for food. But she knew it was unlikely that she would receive anything from her captors. They had made it clear that they had no intention of showing her any mercy. Just as Isabella was beginning to lose hope, she caught the eye of the head maid as she walked past her cell. The maid seemed to understand the silent plea in her eyes, and Isabella felt a spark of hope flicker within her. Later that night, as Isabella lay on her hard, damp mattress, she heard a soft tapping at her cell door. She sat up, her heart racing with anticipation. The door creaked open, and the head maid slipped inside, carrying a small plate of warm soup and crackers. Isabella’s eyes widened with surprise and gratitude as she took the plate from the maid's hands. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she took her first sip of the warm soup. It was the first proper meal she had had in what felt like weeks. "Thank you," she whispered, h
Serendipity hill Present day. Valentine led fay into his chambers. She felt her guts failing her but she knew she was doing this for the greater good. She smiled at him even though she wanted to just drive a dagger deep into his chest and take away that drool from his face. He closed the doors behind them and pulled her to him. "It's going to be a very long night." He stated as he ordered her to strip. "Strip!" She shuddered as she pulled the string holding her corsets. "Faster woman." He yelled. She knew if she continued like this she would give him the ultimate power over her. If there was one place fay wanted to have a little say in it was in the bedroom so she stopped and turned to him giving him her bravest look. "First of all, if you want us to have a great time you need to drop the yelling." She retorted. It sounded harsher than she planned it causing Valentine to raise a brow in question. She had to smile to lessen the tension in the room. "What is that supposed to m
Isabella leaned into the wall and clutched her knees to her chest. She watched as a rat came out from a hole in the wall and eyed her stale bread. It nuzzled closer and picked the smaller chunk then ran back to the hole. On any other situation she would have found it funny but she wasn’t the least bit amused. She sighed and turned her gaze to the chains on her hands as the clanked against each other. They had the size reduced when her hands grew too thin and would easily let loose from the previous one. She sat there as her hair matted to her head from sweat and moisture from the tepid temperature of the cell. The locks clicked and doors to the cells rattled before it was thrown open. A guard walked in and opened her chains. He ordered her to follow him. She looked at him in surprise. The only time she ever left her cell was once every two months when she reinforced the Wards. But she just did so a few days ago, or has she lost track of time and two months has gone by quick
Isabella was woken up by the rattling of keys. She stirred and opened her eyes. She eyed the door lazily. It's been three days since she was brought to this room. She sat up on the bed and yawned as the door was thrown open. Sarah walked in with a man on white coat. "Good morning, Isabella." Sarah greeted with a smile. "How did you sleep?" She asked. "Good morning Sarah. I slept well and you?" Isabella asked. Sarah shrugged, "I can't complain. This is the healer sent to monitor your health." She responded Isabella turned to the man. He looked to be middle aged with a stubby moustache. "Good morning." She greeted offering him a weak smile. “Good morning to you.” The healer greeted as he dropped his bag on the cupboard. The healer didn't meet up the other day. Hence, his presence here. “You can call me Adolphus.” He said. Isabella nodded as she watched him open the bag. He brought out a long tube with opening on both side and told her to lift up to breathe in. He used it t
He removed a strand of hair from her face and leaned in to give her a kiss, but paused mid way. He sat upright and wondered what was wrong with him. Was he getting weak? He shook he head and walked into his bathroom. Valentine stood under the shower, letting the water flow through his hair and over his body. His thoughts drifted to Fay, the woman lying on his bed, waiting for him. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her, but he knew he had to get a string hold on himself as this was just a mere distraction. She is a good lay and he need not think so much about it. As he continued to shower, his thoughts turned to the weakened wards and the said prisoner. He knew he need to get situation report on what was going on with Isabella. Valentine shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the distracting thoughts. He turned off the shower and reached for a towel, drying himself off quickly before heading back to his chambers to face Fay.Valentine shook his head and walked back
“That can’t be!” Samantha whispered “I’m sure it’s only a coincidence.” Raymond replied. “Only a coincidence? You just heard her say this person is the one responsible for the wards. How can it be a mere coincidence?” Samantha asked Ross and Fay exchanged confused look. “What are you both talking about?” Ross asked “The High warlock name is Isabella.” Samantha revealed Ross raised his brow in question, “I could have sworn it is Valentine.” He joked. “No time for jokes. Ross this is not the time for jokes.” Raymond scolded Ross raised his hands playfully to signify surrender, “Fine. Raymond why is this a coincidence and Samantha why do you think it’s not?” Ross asked. “Isabella was killed by Valentine the same day she gave birth to her baby. My mother was there, she saw her create a portal and send her parrabutai to another realm with her baby. My mother was her handmaiden at the time and fled just when Valentine drove his dagger into Isabella’s chest.l, But Isabella is the tr
Sarah stared at Isabella unable to make up words. She didn’t understand what was going on. When did Fay get so close to Valentine and how did she get access into the dungeons? “What is wrong?” Isabella asked Sarah blinked out of her daze. “Fay was here?” She asked “I’m sure she introduced herself as Fay.” Isabella nodded “How is this possible? What else did she say?” She asked “She asked if I was the one responsible for the wards. Then she promised she would find a way to get me out of here. She sounded just like you.” Isabella explained “Okay. If she promised to get you out that means that she is still working with the resistance. I haven’t met with any of them since I eavesdropped on Valentine.” Sarah explained “Alright. So it’s possible that she working on their directives. Why not find a way to talk to her.” Isabella suggested. Sarah nodded “Right. Anyway here’s your food.” She replied and took the tray to the bed. Isabell thanked her before digging into her plate of wa
When valentine walked into the bathroom he just wanted to make sure it was Fay there and not a spy. But when he walked in and saw how she earnestly leathered soap on her pale skin he stared. He couldn’t help it. She was a few feet away in the bath tub. Her head up, slightly tilted as she washed her neck. Her hair was as dark as the raven kneaded together in their wet nature. The hair around her face was in disarray and flowed beyond her shoulders. The mixture of soap and water flowed through her body giving it a good contrast. He was used to his women fragile and always ready to please him. But this woman was not fragile neither was she ready to please him at all time. The way she acts with him gave him the sense of loss of control and power. He had no control over her in the bedroom. Though she was small he got the impression that she wouldn’t relent. Perhaps it was her face with its full, unpainted mouth and high, slashing cheekbones. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, he