All Chapters of Cruelty : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hundreds of eyeballs, axiomatically were drawn to the affluent pair ascending the grandeur lit stairs with a reflection of elegance and opulence sparkling their personality. Their captivating aura screamed of substantial ascedancy and eloquence, a sign of regality but more specifically they were dazzled by the tall frame of a man clad in black tuxedo who no doubt looked cryptic and enigmatic like a hidden mystery, influential with his piercing hooded gaze concealed in the shade of brown glasses. 'Don't fucking attempt to do something that'll unnecessarily provoke me else you undoubtedly wouldn't be capable enough to bear the unfortunate draconian consequence of your actions, dumb woman!', every drop of her blood froze at his seething comment darted to tremor the very idea of escape if one such plan has sprouted in her mind. The warning was grave, threatening and spine chilling yet her determination was build on the pillars of valour and fortitude, the profound outcome of spending al

Amidst the thick murk of the roaring night, an immense stillness has submerged the entire area in sheer silence with the roiled black clouds pouring down heavily obscuring visibility to a greater extent.The only sound that could quiver eardrums of a living entity was the vigorous thumping of a scared organ pulsating in the closed ostentatious space, frigid gust of wind swishing through the woods surrounding the narrow trail that led to a barren railway track, made frown lines appear on the forehead of the man who was driving in a desolate area with a lunatic and the traitor, a grave scenario wherein any person could've passed out in horror but he was calm, calm like a brewing storm, perhaps because he is more vicious, devilish and dark than a man to be designated barbaric and his wife, no doubt hasn't experienced that darkness yet!His fury sparked abruptly at the poisonous sharp stinger his wife has just jabbed on his steel heart, not thinking twice of it's consequences. He's not he

Barbarity has no boundaries, it's the human's dirty pleasure in something evil that haunts a pure soul and it has no limits, no restrictions, all that depends on the tiers of lunacy residing inside the mind of the perpetrator.We might perceive prince as an impulsive, dark and affluent character who is powerful enough to captivate a woman against her will but what we failed to notice was the demon hiding under his flesh. The demons that he was restraining from overtaking his feeble human pathetic emotions, freezing the irrational attachment of a mortal with another mortal being and turning into a monster, devoid of warmth and forgiveness.Something like the werewolves wolf out on the blood moon night, an impulse that triggers their transformation, the prince's sanity was knocked out by the betrayal from his lady. The lady that though looks like an effigy of innocence to his human eyes, unfortunately, numbness cannot feel that purity dissipating out of her form when seen under devilish

His cocoa hazel loathing gaze cautioned her unarmoured self, crippled her languid body, embalming her frantic mind with a cold wave of terror, an unspoken dark energy, suffocating and obstinately disturbing, exceptionally high for the tormented and the weak.He lurched forward with the velocity of a lightening strike, unannounced, swiftly tying her feeble wrists with handcuffs and securing her petite stature with the headboard while her frigid body stayed numb in apprehension and grey woe of the future unknown, patently gloomy.'Stay still siren else I won't hesitate to gag you with my pistol', he murmured, retracting a loaded revolver from his vest. Her breathing staggered when her glistening doe angel eyes swept over the lustrous steel frame of the lethal weapon. He quickly fastened her legs with his belt, completely restraining her from any form of protest while he experiments his atrocious intentions on her trapped soul.'D-don't!!', she wailed, beseeching her devil husband through

A week later..'Aah..!!', the grizzled woman halted, vigilantly resting her adept fingers on the thin material of the white gauze swaddled across the pallid complexion of 'slender as wand' figure, the pristine and etheral possession of the wealthy crown prince of svamgarh, also a victim of his brutality.'Do tell me if it hurts', the chief fill in maid in her mid fifties remarked, cutting through the mellow tunes of the fledglings and their doting mamas tweeting, perching and singing along the hymn of morning wind. Saanvi, apparently the yuvrani, disregarded her short concern with lips sealed and face unexpressive, did not even deem to nod.'I'll run a w-warm bath for you!!', the maid's tone faltered a bit while speaking to royalty, catching her aloof and unfiltered, sorrowful image trapped in the regal carving of the vanity mirror. Mirrors evidently hide no scars, conceal no ugliness only if they've aced weaving lies as we humans earned all it's trophies.She heaved a low sigh, turnin