Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

Who are you?

My breathing fastened when he backed, almost slammed me against the wall right beside the door. His fists were balled on both sides of my head. He grabbed onto my waist and pulled me closer to him while at the same moment his other hand went to the back of my neck only to haul my face closer to his. My breaths came out short and fast, I could not breathe on my face. 

To say I was terrified would be less than true was beyond panic-stricken. I couldn't describe the agitation that was slowly and painfully invading my body. 

I didn't know what came into me when I slowly looked up at him. And regretted it immediately I shockingly yet terrifyingly gasped loudly, when I saw his eyes flickering. 
His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were covered with blue veins, his blue irises were surrounded by blood redlining that was slowly eating the blues of his eyes.

At this time I was shaking with fear. My hands were trembling uncontrollably as my legs went numb. I didn't realize that I was breathing heavily. I could feel his rage and anger, the vexation I provided him. My eyes darted from his face and fell on his arm slowly afraid of what I might say, that was pinning me against the wall.

Oh god!

The veins of his arms were darker than blue, one could easily mistake it for black. They were spread throughout his arms like roots.

I couldn't breathe after what I saw. He looked like a terrifying creature who didn't belong to this world.
Only one thought was dominating all others in my head.

He will kill me. 

I will be dead.

"Don't test my patience," he growled at me.

When I say growled, it meant growled like an actual beast, a real monster. Whatever he was, I didn't want to know. The grip he had on me was beyond painful but this pain was less than what I was going to feel.

I did a foolish thing and tried my luck to push him away but it only made him more furious as he growled.
I thought he was going to hit me or something but he got some other plans for me.

Enormous pain reverberated from my back as he slammed me against the wall with a force I wasn't used to. The back of my head hit the strong wall with a loud thud.

I groaned in pain. He slammed me so hard that I felt my head pounding from the impact. A dull sciatic ache had settled into my head. It felt like a sharp-toothed creature was eating me from inside. 

"Try that again and you'll end up hurting yourself," he snarled. I was just t a loss for words. I didn't know what to say or what to expect anymore.

His voice alone sends shivers down my spine. His voice made me feel more scared than I already was. The depth of his words and threat left an imprint of his anger on me.
I was beyond petrified. Terror thundered down on me. The color drained from my face. 

He leaned forward and closed his eyes before pushing his face in my hair and inhaling deeply. I heard him inhaling my scent as he breathed out. It was like he was trying to control himself. 

Why would he do that?

"I am not completely human, remember that when next time you try to run away from me," he muttered rather softly but the threat was visible in his voice.

Not human.

I already knew that. 

But him telling me this again was unsettling. It felt so heart squeezing.

I nodded my head unintentionally. I didn't want to do. Not now at least. 

He stayed like that for another few moments. I could have assured that only the sound of my uneven breathing could be heard in this awful quiet room. I wanted to scream but I was too frightened to scream. Anxiety eclipsed my thoughts.

"Words, beloved," he said.

"I-I w-won't." I stuttered out the words. I could have bet that he didn't hear me.

"Won't what?" I felt him muttering against the skin of my neck and the worst scenarios played in my mind. I could feel his nose trailing down the length of my neck making me fear the worst.

" I w-won't try to r-run." I stuttered again. This was what fear was doing to me. It was making me weak and indisposed.

 
Physically.

Mentally.

And emotionally.

I felt drained of my courage-ness.

His grip was tightening on my waist and neck. I could feel my body going numb slowly and painfully.

By this time I wondered if it was because of fear or his iron-like grip.

Or maybe both.

He leaned further and embedded his head in the crook of my neck. I shivered from sudden contact. He inhaled deeply and something wet and slippery touched my skin making me jump in his arms.

Wh-what was he doing? 

I was already scared as hell. Now I? didn't know how to express how I was feeling.

Scared?

Terrified?

Panicked?

Anxious?

Confused?

Well, let's just say I was feeling all of them.

" Y-you are hurting? me. Please let go." I couldn't feel my body anymore.

Something must have snapped in him because the blue veins of his arms slowly began to vanish replacing normal skin color. He loosened his hold slightly but still kept me caged between his arms. 

His head was still embedded in my neck. I could feel his warm breath all over my neck. He was just sniffing me and licking me there.

I was afraid if I tried to push him again, what would he do? Throw me across the room? Or worse would he kill me? I knew he was capable of doing that.

"You must be hungry," he said as he pulled away from me but kept his hold on my waist. His eyes were back to their normal color. No more red eyes, no more blue or black veins. And with this close priority, I could see specks of grey in his blue irises.

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