Princess Lilith

*** Lilith ***

Yesterday, I was a princess, but today I am a prisoner and an orphan. Ironic, you think? That is what I thought as I stared at the two guards who had tortured me all evening. These men used to work for my father, they used to bow their heads to me, but today they dealt with me with no mercy or guilt. The heart of men is indeed mysterious.

The fact that I was a werewolf didn’t make it feel any better. Yes, I regrow body parts and heal wounds, but the pain was real. Watching your fingers clipped off bit by bit, but what hurt most was that it was on the orders of your family.

The pain in my chest was twice of the one my skin had been put through in the last few hours. The perks of being a werewolf, I could create illusions in my head, trying to fight the pain and live in delusion, live in my own head, but at the end of the day, I was only scraping away my mind.

Footsteps in the corridor draw me out of my latest mental illusion, back to the reality of my shackled hands. I was a prisoner in my own home, and my captor was approaching… the back stabber, the betrayer, the demon in wolf skin.

The cell door swung open and he walked in, hitting me with his foul scent of blood. He was bathed in the blood of the innocent which he had just massacred.

“Why is she not screaming? I couldn’t hear her voice from across the hallway like I instructed.” He snarled at the guards.

“Forgive me your highness, we have tortured her all evening, we fear she might not survive any more pain and you instructions were only to torture and not kill.” One of the guards responded.

“You two are useless, leave us alone.” He ordered and the guards left instantly.

Logan walked closer to me, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he gloated. “Hey, sorry I couldn’t bring flowers,” he said in a mocking tone as he raised my face to look him in the eyes.

I immediately spat at his face. “Murderer!”

He chuckled and wiped off the saliva. “Chill girl, why would you call me that?”

“You killed my father, you bastard!” I cursed vehemently, with whatever energy that was left of me.

He grinned. “That is right, but is it murder if I only killed a murderer?” he asked with a smirk.

“My father was no murderer!” I retorted.

“Oh, but he was sis, he murdered my own father.” Logan groaned.

“Liar! Your father wasn’t murdered, he was executed as requested by the law. Your father betrayed his king and the throne of Winchester, he slept with the Queen, the law required that he was executed and you know that.”

“Silence! I don’t want to hear any silly justifications to the murder of my father! His only crime was falling for your whore of a mother’s seduction. Your harlot of a mother lured him into execution by seduction and then she escaped, my father died a shameful death while your mother took to her heels. Did you expect me to forget that?”

I snarled and pulled the chains that held me to the wall, but I was too weak to unshackle myself from them. “You, Logan, are an ungrateful son of a bastard!” I cursed out loud. “I won't defend my mother’s actions but your father should have known better than to sleep with the King’s wife!! What you have done here today is not revenge, Logan. You have innocent blood on your hands, my father took you in after the death of your father, he made you his son and treated you as one, he crowned you prince and you were destined to take the throne after him, over me, his own flesh and blood. Yet you have gone ahead and betrayed the gods and the throne, you have stabbed a man in the back, you have bitten off the fingers that fed you!”

“Save me that thrash talk, Lilith! If your father thought he could redeem himself for his sins by taking me in, then he was the most foolish man that I ever knew! He never knew that he shot himself in the chest the day he took me in. For the past nineteen years, I had plotted my revenge, waiting for the right time to get vengeance for my father. Now his soul can rest in peace, knowing that he has been avenged.”

“You can tell yourself whatever you want, Logan. But you have blood on your hands, you have killed an innocent man and history would never be kind to you. You cease to be my brother from this day, I curse the day I met you.” I spat.

He chuckled and let go of my face. “But that is where you get it wrong, sister. I am about to make history as the King of Winchester, I now have the power to rewrite history and I will stop at nothing to erase your father from existence, not a single word would be heard by the future generation of his existence or his lineage. If only the bastard lived long enough to experience the full package I had prepared, but then the warriors would never be loyal to me if the King still breathed. You relax here in your new home sister, and watch me destroy your father’s name and everything he stood for.”

“Let me out, Logan!! Ahh!!” I groaned as I pulled the chains hard but to no avail.

“Do enjoy this cell that you father helped build, I might remember you in a few decades, sister.” He cackled evilly and turned to leave.

“Logan! You mark my words, one day, when my hands are not being held down by these chains, I will drive a knife through your chest, I swear on my father’s grave!” I swore.

He paused and laughed, then he turned back to me. “Funny, because your father would have no grave as I made sure his body was butchered and burnt into dust. But now that you mention driving things through me, I have an idea what else I can drive through your body, my Princess.” He said with a smug smile.

I was confused on what those words meant, until he began to unhook his belts.

“No…” I muttered softly at first. “No!!” I screamed out loud, as I realized. My stepbrother was going to sexually assault me as well! He wanted to rvpe me!!

To be continued!!