18 years ago, Crimson's father made a contract with an evil god to save his kingdom. Problem is: Crimson belongs to that god when she turns eighteen. What will she do?
He is darkness, which circles her like wild crows.
A dream? I got up from the bed I was laying on. "Where am I?" I ask myself. Before I can do much else, He walks in.
"Obviously, you are in my castle."
So there I was standing in the room with the evil immortal that killed my father. The one that knocked me out and brought me here. The one who declared I am his because of the contract he made with my father. And I know I should be feeling terrified. He was able to kill my father with ease. He could kill me in the exact way within the next seconds. But if he wanted me dead, I would've already been dead. There is a reason why I'm still alive.
"You know, you could just tell me what's going on in your pretty head." Pretty Head? You know what, I'm done being terrified. He wants me and he wants me alive. Maybe I can use this to my advantage.
"In your home? Maybe we should stop the little chit chat and get straight to the point." I can tell from his facial expression that he enjoys watching me have an attitude. "First, why am I here and what do you want from me?"
"Well, I didn't expect that reaction." He laughs, finding me amusing. "You are obviously braver than your father was eighteen years ago."
"Stop talking about my father as if you knew him."
"You really don't know who you're talking to, huh?" His voice becomes stern. "That's a spiteful attitude. There aren't many people who are brave enough to talk to me like that."
"There are obviously not enough intelligent people out there." He just laughs at my remark.
"You are more fun than I thought. But . . ." He stops for a moment, letting me anticipate what he was going to say. "I can't let you go around talking to me like that. What would all the others think? In order to rule a kingdom, your people need to fear you. Otherwise there is no respect."
"What? No one feared my father, he was respected." I say, confused.
"And look where he is now." I gasp at his words. I'm so disgusted by this man. I need to leave as soon as possible. But how? Wait- Why am I wearing a choker? My hands fly up to my neck.
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"What's the choker supposed to do on me?" I ask, determined to get an answer.
"Oh dear, your attitude." His lips move to a sly smirk. "It's a magic choker that you can't take off. The reason why you are wearing it is to prevent you from leaving my castle. I've already told you: I'll always take what's mine and you, my dear, are mine. The choker around your little neck is therefore only valid." No . . . No, no,no! How am I able to leave this place with this thing around my neck? I scream. "Why, pray tell, are you acting like that? I think it's time to show you what happens to people who disrespect me." He walks up to me until we are, once again, inches apart. As he did last time when he knocked me out. He grabs my wrist forcefully, pulling me even closer. He held my wrist so tightly, I knew there would be no use in fighting it. In fighting Him. He leaned down until I could feel his breath on my neck and grabbed my neck. Maybe acting 'brave' as he called it, wasn't so clever of me after all.
