"I won't," Victoria said, hugging the quilt tightly. She wasn't going to get up like what he wanted. She wanted to piss him off to satisfy her anger. And it was working, alright. She took a look at his face and confirm he was getting angry. She don't care if he kills her. She was already his prisoner with no way to escape. The security here was so tight. "I said, Get. Up. " His voice was serious with a murderous aura. But she didn't budge. Instead she stared at him, challenging him head on. Fine, he sighed. He approached her and push her with force on the bed, thus throwing her to the other side of the bed. The bed was quite big for about two or three people to sleep together. He then proceeded to lie down on the bed in the spot where she once was. "Hey! You!" She started to say but then realized it was no use arguing with an asshole jerk head like him. She put her hands on her hips in anger and decided to get off the bed. Fine! He won! Again! She will not sleep beside him. She mo
Yes, she feared him. That's for sure. He always meant what he said. At this moment, she didn't dare to go against him. She still has her mission to complete, to find her brother. So staying alive and keeping her head on her shoulders or her virginity was very important to her. Daemon knew how she felt as he saw the fear flashing in her eyes. Good, he was satisfied that she was scared of him. He was sure he had installed fear in her. Now he was sure she'll be obedient like the good little girl she is and not disturb his sleep any longer. He turned away from her and face the ceiling instead, closing his eyes slowly. But she wasn't finish with him. Rape her? Oh, no, no , no. That was not going to happen. She had to make her stand or he'll think it is easy to throw her around and force her to do things against her will. She was a human for Christ's sake! A living human! He can't bully her or treat her like thrash. And she doesn't care whether he knows what it is like to be a human or no
He sighed. Why did he even bother to not wake her up? Why did he cared? He questioned himself but can't seem to come up with an answer. Finally he decided on that he was just in a good mood because he slept well. So there, that's the reason why he cared so much about her sleep. But it wasn't a satisfying answer. Then a thought came to his head as he was at the door, about to leave the room. You like her, his inner voice mischievously told him. He brushed it away, refusing to admit it. And again, he glanced over at her sleeping peacefully on his bed. He was going to be away from some time. Who knows how long and she will be locked up in his room forever as long as he was away. She didn't commit any crime nor offended him so there was no reason why he should keep her locked up here. He should let her go, return her freedom. But why? Yes, why? He needed a good reason to let her go, to show his people so that they won't think he was enchanted by her beauty. And suddenly an idea sprang
It was already midnight. In the dimly lit room stood a beautiful woman. The night's cool breeze blew gently on the translucent white curtains. The room was that of an abandoned house, made of wood. A man burst into the room, panting and gasping for air as he dropped to his knees before her. "My lady, I was found out. They killed the other spies. I .... failed you!" The woman looked at the man with disgust in her eyes. "You useless creature! What did I ever trained you for!?""My lady," the man's lips trembled as he spoke," I'm willing to do anything for you! I will correct my mistakes and make you satisfied.""Satisfied?" She scoffed," The only thing that can make me satisfied is your death!" In a flash, she waved her arm arm in front of the man. He collapsed before her. "Useless creature," her fingernails were dripping blood. Two servants came and dragged the lifeless body away. There was still a pool of fresh blood on the ground. Another man, dressed in black entered the room. He b
"My lord," the guard trembled before The Dark Lord. "Speak," Harvey said in a monotonous low voice. Patience stood beside him trying to guess the mind of the guard. It'll be fun to guess people's thoughts, she tapped her chin as if she was an enlightened old man. "She's here," he gasped like it was very hard for him to utter those words. Harvey's dark eyes stare straight into the guard's head. The poor man wished he could immediately shrink into to floor to avoid the Dark Lord's murderous gaze. "Where is she?" He demanded. "At your ....... door," the guard trembled. The poor man knew he was shaking so much from fear as he could hear his own sword which was in the scabbard by his waist, started to rattle. "Leave," he said emotionlessly. And the guard was to glad to leave. He must have been an embarrassment in front of The Dark Lord! "Master, who is at your door?" Patience asked, looking up at the dark tall figure hovering near her. "A very important guest," he answered darkly.
Mighell got more and more suspicious even if he didn't want to. His mind began to generate all kinds of thoughts. That item that Daemon hid away looked like ......No! It can't be! Impossible! How in the world is he even having it? He quickly shook off his thoughts as Daemon turned to face him. "Sir," he gave him a slight bow. "Are the horses fed?" He asked without looking at Mighell. He had an indifferent arrogant look. "Yes, sir. All fed and given water," Mighell answered. "I want to explore this Land Of Shadows And Darkness. I wonder why the world feared this place that much!" Daemon clenched his fists. He thought that if he could be the world's most feared and wicked man, he would achieve his goals. But it doesn't seemed to work and instead of getting motivated to compete against others for powers (against Gregory or the Dark Lord) he actually felt tired and exhausted and stressed. He wasn't keeping up well with the evil title everyone in the capital gave him. Mighell saddled
"An old friend," Mighell replied, feeling nostalgic. The young girl puckered her lips in an 'O'shape with her big eyes glowing brightly at him. Mighell thought she looked adorable. "Don't step!" She pointed at his feet. Mighell jumped backwards and saw that he had accidentally stepped on an ant mound. The girl squatted down and observed the mound. "Oh no! Look what you did!" He was startled and quickly jumped back, away from where the girl was pointing. "I'm sorry," he stuttered. He saw that she was quite interested and caring towards the little creatures. "Why are you so interested in this ants?" He asked. "You dummy. Don't you know?" The girl snapped. Mighell shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "These ants can be used to do things for you. For example," she began counting her fingers, "They can send messages for you, send things, deliver food, carry out small tasks for its owner, or even poison or kill someone to death!" The girl's eyes brighten upon the last word of h
Victoria was set free and the guards didn't even bothered to show her the door. How rude! She thought. "First, you kidnapped me here. Second, you made me sleep with a stranger! Third, you released me, realising it was mistake. And now you won't even show me the way out of this horrendous maze!" She grumbled under her breath. They had given her new clothes to wear, and much to her dislike, the dress revealed too much of her cleavage and shoulders, had long sleeves and frilly skirt that dragged on the floor. Her ample boobs looked like they could popped out any minute and she didn't like that feeling. All those hungry ravenous men's eyes would be on her. Although she looked grand, Victoria didn't like the style and design. It made it difficult for her to run or escape in times of emergency. She walked through a long hall with weird statues of distorted figures on each side. They were really terrible looking! With sharp teeth, extra arms, legs and tails, Victoria concluded that these w