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

"O-okay," I said trying hard not to stutter. But guess what, I ended up stuttering.

He backed away from me completely. As he get his hands off me, I sighed in relief. But as I tried to walk I ended up falling on my knees. Guess my body was still numb. 
My legs were numb I couldn't feel them anymore and slipped on the ground on my knees. My breathing was uneven. I felt something wet trailing down my face.

Tears.

I was crying. 

Why?

Because I was scared. No, because I was more than scared of this man standing in front of me. 

He was completely unfazed like nothing happened moments ago. He stood there still with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a frown covering his forehead like he wasn't understanding why was I scared. He must be wondering why I couldn't stand up. 

Well all thanks to him.

I wiped my eyes immediately and tried to stand but my legs were just like jelly. I lost my balance again and waited for the ground to come in contact with my fragile body. But rather than hitting my head on the ground, I was picked up by the monster in front of me. I squirmed in his hold but one look from him and I was back to being a scared girl.
He moved towards the table and made me sit at the table. Then he pulled out the chair in front of me and again picked me up and placed me on a chair. I didn't dare to look up at him. 

I was afraid of what he might do next. 

By this time I was scared, terrified, embarrassed, and...

Hungry.

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"SANDRA!" he roared enough to make the chandelier hanging above us shake. What was he? An animal? The fact that he was not human was still unsettling to me and my heart. One could easily get scared only by hearing his voice. Every time he spoke, every single fiber in my body screamed at me to run for the hills, to hide away from him and never look back. I would have been shaking by hearing his voice but guess what, I already was shaking from our previous disagreement.

I stayed quiet like I was not even in this room, like he was not a human, pretending that I couldn't hear him. I didn't want him to grace me with his unwanted attention. I didn't wantis hands around my neck or worse, I didn't want him to kill me.

My train of thoughts came to an end when I glanced towards the entrance as a middle-aged woman came to view. She had those darker than coal hairs tied nicely up in a sleek bun, wearing a long white skirt with ng apron and an ack turtle neck underneath. I watched as she carried a cart towards the table. The cart was filled with delicious-looking food, with sweetly scented jugs of juice and many other delicious appetizers. And while walking towards the table her eyes were downcast.

She might be Sandra.

She stopped near the end of the table and placed everything elegantly on the table. After setting everything, she took an empty plate from the cart and arranged some pancakes and some juicy-looking fruits in it. The mere thought of food made my taste buds pop.

I groaned inwardly. I was hungry as hell!

She took me by surprise when she positioned the plate in front of me and she plopped a glass full of fruit juice in front of me. 

I smiled and mumbled a small thank you. The smile could barely reach my eyes for I was still shaking like a leaf.
She looked startled for a second but soon recovered herself. She gave me a little smile and bowed. I thought some people here were not familiar with thankyous.

"Leave," he said. The annoyed tone of his voice made me look at him. He could make people obey him with his voice alone.

"Your highness." she bowed down her head and exited the room or hall I must say. 

I immediately looked up at him. 

Your highness?

Who was he?

I was so deep in my emotions that I didn't even realize that he was looking at me. His sharp cerulean blue eyes pierced deep into my soul. His intense gaze was making my insides quiver with something I wasn't familiar with.
He turned towards me.

"Eat," he said when he found me staring at him. 

"Who are you?" I asked proudly of myself for not stuttering. He glared at me. I glared back. Human or not, he had to give answers to my questions.

'It is so brave of you, Sarah. My subconscious mocked me.
I needed to knew why I was here!

His gaze was making me uncomfortable but that didn't stop me from glaring at him. We stared at each other for a moment. I was getting uncomfortable. And finally, I averted my eyes from him. But I could still feel his eyes digging holes into my head. 

"I know you, you...." I took a deep breath. "You were the one who saved me that night, right?" I asked again politely, knowing that the answer would be yes. And just because I didn't want him to flip again, my eyes were everywhere but him. 

"Eat your fucking food." he gritted. He was getting angry, I could tell by the way he was gritting his teeth and gripping his hands, but I wouldn't do anything till he provide me the answers I needed.

I was scared of him, I acknowledged but I wouldn't let him manipulate me not now not ever.

"No. I w-won't unless you tell me who are you?" I rehearsed my questions. He looked at me coldly and took a predatory step towards me with a dangerously slow pace.
I didn't get time when his hand was wrapped around my throat and the next thing I knew my lungs were deprived of air.

He pulled me up by my throat and made me stand in front of him. I wrapped my fingers around his large hand, desperate to get out of his compact grip but he didn't budge. I didn't look up at him. I didn't want to show him my fear.

My fear of him.

When I started seeing black dots at the back of my head, he loosened his grip.