The Pleasure of Nobody - Crystal Fox (motivational books for men TXT) 📗

them to kill me over and over as he laughed and laughed, he told me about love and laughed at me some more and I will remember the laugh of the devil for the rest of time. As Vane took over my country and ruled until i returned. I spent three hundred years in a room full of darkness and wondered what it would have been if I hade gone back to camp and lived. What would have happened if my friend had saved my life instead of take it. I remember crying in the tears of blood as I felt the cuts and gashes for on my body from the battle and wonder how it would have been if they never appeared. I wondered if I am still beautiful even with the scars, but even if they faded I would still know they are their but my lover would not, only if I told her. Then would she know the truth. I have been to hell and been killed as I have killed. I felt true pain from the underworld and know how it feels to be a demon.

But in truth. If I could have been anything in my life. I would have been a peasant. Cause they find true love and they have actual happiness. I have what I am given', not what i freely found. I want to find my own since of peace, and i want to be loved by a women who has had nothing and knows what it means to love. I want out of a world of darkness I want out of hell. And i want to be able to be a person who has no regrets and when he dies, stays dead."

I seat his book on the night stand table and went to sleep thinking about his death and his hell. And what he must have suffered and never showed me. I understand now why i read this book. For me to understand he has been through what I have felt emotionally, that is why he cares so much. So i don't end up like him.

Morning.

I woke up peacefully despite what i read last night. I dreamed about what i have done and what i have read about him. And what i will do to make my baby have a much better life than I was given.

Then I heard a loud knocking on the door and a male voice call in.

"Ivy open the door now!"

I grunted as I got myself out of bed, but as soon as I stood up I threw up all over the floor. And I grunted, as I walked over to grabbed my robed, at the foot of the bed.

"One moment please, "I cried over to the door, but my throat was raw and hurt, I was sick, like every morning, though this time was worse, I could barely breath and my head was dizzy, the air floated around me, don’t do it. It was too late, the door busted open.

"Put the robe on Ivy, and come with me. Please do not fight with me just do as I say and when Gabriel gets here I will hand you over to him." I looked at my intruder and saw it was Vane. His green eyes where looking at the floor not me in my night gown to show respect. His stance was threating but he had a since of frightens.

I pulled the robe on to my body and pulled it around my baby in the front and tied it in to a not. AS I want to go walk over to put shoes on my swollen hurting feet, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to walk with him.

"Please let me put on shoes," I pleaded him.

"Monsters don't get special things, Be lucky I am letting you wear that robe," he looked back at me in a glare. " But it is only polite i let you wear it for your master Gabriel's wife."

"I am not married to him yet," I corrected. That stopped him, he turned to me and slapped me across my face hard, and shouted at me.

"You whore. Loving on every man that takes pity on you." He screamed. I stood their and shook.

"I have only been with Gabriel," I whispered.

"Do not correct me child!" He shouted and hit me again. Then dragged me out of my room and down the hallway, I tripped and the fell on my stomach so he dragged me by my hair.

Three hours later I sit in a chair in a room of the house i have never been to. And I am all bloody and broken. These men have asked me questions for a long time, and beat me and my baby if the question was wrong. My body hurt so bad it felt like I could ide, my tears wear beaten out of me, all i could do now was helpless little moans.

"Tell me monster," Vane said. "How many months are you?" I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, I am tired of these questions that will not prove my innocence.

"Seven or eight," I whispered, My mouth was dry, I have not had anything to eat or drink today, and it is almost midnight.

"What did you say?" The judge said, "I could not hear you, you talk to softly, speak up." he said to me. But he talked to me as though i was dump. Pronouncing all the words carefully and slowly. I licked my dry lips and repeated.

"Seven or eight," I said some what louder. Then Vane hit my face with his fist and i felt the bones break as he did so.

"He told you to speak up!" He shouted.

"Seven or eight!" I yelled to him. i kept my eyes down and looked at my baby. I felt it kick and stretch. I wish i could rub my hand down the lump on my skin, my hands where tied. The baby was not use to me yelling, it frightened him, Vane took my face in one of his hands.

"Good girl," He said then spat in my face. The entire room filled with the laughter of cruel men. The wetness dripped down my lips and chin, I turned my face to the side and wiped it off on my robe.

"I am not the monster in this room," I shouted at them as they laughed. The judge leaned over his railing and yelled.

"Then who is the real monster my darling, We all want to know."

" The real monster is you, every single one of you are. You think it is funny to hit a girl while she is caring the prince baby boy. That will one day rule. I am the monster for doing things I am not proud of, but at least I feel bad for the sins I committed? You sick people love it. I hope every one of you go to hell." I shouted. Then i felt the room go silent. Finally men's fist where hitting my body so hard and so violently I saw only blackness and stars, I felt tears in my eyes that where not meant to be their and pain and bruises that will be their to say forever.

"Burn the girl before sunrise," The judge said then disappeared.

My hands where hung above me on the wooden board. I was tied up to it completely naked and bloody. And I waited for him to come. I waited and waited but I still never saw him, even though he promised. He can not save me from everything. He can save me from myself but not the world. I love him for what he is and has done to me. But I hate him for lying. I will die with my unborn child inside of me. I can feel it kick and I can practically hear it cry from being hit with stones and scared. And when I smelled the fire I knew it was over, I have to wait for it to began,

I have to wait for my death to come. The then flames and the heat barely touched my body, and I started to sweat in the cold air even though it was snowing. I never gave up hope that he would appear, I wanted him to be the last thing I ever saw. I wanted to die in beauty not hate.

The then fire touched my bare skin and I screamed from the pain and my body melted in the heat and the sun came up and I saw it.

My sunrise. It was how it was always meant to look. When my body went numb and my head was hung down low I kept replaying what it looked like over and over in my head, hoping I would never forget it. The sunlight helped the fire burn me as it slightly shown through the clouds. The snow had stopped falling and the people had stopped shouting, but the fire kept burning me. As I stood there almost dead I heard one more shout and thought it came from me. But I can not cry any more. Nothing hurts.

The only thing that hurts me now is knowing. That he didn't rescue me. And he promised he would.