Archangel

Chapter Twenty-Five

Scarlett's POV
The next day I walked around the room trying to find some way to escape. I figured since it's an old room there might be a secret passage or something. Obviously I've read too many books since I found absolutely nothing. The previous day I just stayed in bed all day numb from all the crying. Some outcast came in the room with a tray of food. He placed it next to my bed but I just pushed it away, not being able to eat anything. After what seemed like hours at looking at every nick and cranny of the room I gave up. If I can't find a way out, I have to make it myself. I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I kicked it as hard as I could as pieces of glass fell to the floor. I picked up the biggest piece of glass. I exited the bathroom and hid behind the door, hoping that the outcast will come again. Surprisingly I got my wish. I heard the lock to the door turn and the outcast stepped in with another tray of food. As soon as he stepped all the way inside, I lunged forward and stuck the piece of glass in his neck deeply. Blood spurted out of his neck, but he didn't drop to the ground, instead he took the piece of glass out, dropped it to the floor and came towards me. He put his hands around my throat and pushed me against the wall.
"You've got some nerve." He said as he picked me up, still holding me from my throat with both hands. With great difficulty, I crossed my arms over his and I started pushing down with my elbows on his forearms making his grip on my throat weaker, giving me a chance to kick him in the ribs. Surprisingly he let go of me. Maybe angels are not as strong as I thought. I quickly went to get the glass. When I managed to get it, the outcast grabbed me by my leg making me fall, and turned me on my back as he climbed on top. Still holding the glass, I tried to stab him with it but he grabbed my hands, making the glass aim towards me. My hands started to shake, and the glass was cutting into my palm making it slippery and harder to hold on to. Knowing that I couldn't do this anymore, I moved my head out of the way just as the glass came down slicing my cheek but not doing too much damage. I punched the outcast in the face as I scurried away from underneath him. I kicked him in the stomach and again in his groin for good measure. I ran out of the room. I didn't know where the hell to go. There was a long tunnel that went in both directions. It looked so much like a castle, I would have loved to admire it more if I wasn't running for my life. I decided to go to the left. After minutes of running around like a chicken without a head, I finally arrived at another room. A grant room, even tough there wasn't much around. There was a throne on the far side of the room. There was also another opening a few feet away from the throne, which I assumed must have led to an exit or something. And there were a few outcasts around. I hid behind the wall. Shit! Now what? I didn't have a weapon or a plan. Suddenly I felt a hand around my throat turning me around and leaving me face to face with Gabriel.
"I see that I have underestimated you. A mistake which I should not repeat." He said as he let go of me and I fell to the ground gasping for air.
"I got to hand it to you. You're either very determined, or very stupid. I would go with the latter. Did you actually think that you were going to escape a place that's full of angels?"
"I had to try." I said I stood up, appearing unfazed. Around him I couldn't show any emotion. I knew that he was taking mental notes of me.
"Well you did, and you failed. Should we go back to your room?"
"You cannot keep me locked in there forever."
"Would you rather we go to my room?" He asked, as a smirk formed on his smug face.
"You're repulsing and a maniac." I said with great loathe in my voice. I can't take this anymore. I hate him so much and everything he's done. If I could, I would kill him without hesitation. And I would enjoy it. For the briefest moment I thought I saw a look of hurt in his eyes but it was gone too quickly that maybe I imagined it.
"Let's go. Move." He said grabbing me by my arm roughly and shoving me ahead. When we arrived back at the room, the outcast was just getting up from the floor. The wound in his neck seemed to have almost healed.
Gabriel pushed me inside as he went to the outcast and stood over him. He didn't get up from the floor, instead he remained on his knees.
"You insolent fool. How the hell did you manage to get beat my a mere human? And a girl at that. I taught you better than that." The outcast seemed to be shaking. Were they really that afraid of Gabriel?
"I'm sorry master. But somehow she's stronger than other humans. I didn't anticipate that. It won't happen again."
"You're right, it won't." Gabriel said as he took out his sword and decapitated the outcast. I screamed from sheer shock. He looked at me, as if this is normal.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You kill off the only angels that stand by your side in all the madness that you are creating?" I knew the outcast was evil, but still I felt bad for him. Having to put up with Gabriel everyday. I shuddered just thinking about it.
"I have more of them." He shrugged as if it was no big deal. I just shook my head.
"Ok. Now that that's takin care of, we have to deal with you. I'll be right back." He said as he left and locked the door. Several minutes later he came back with a first aid kit and a rope. I tried to keep my heart beat steady when I saw the rope. He came over to me and sat down on the bed next to me. He put his hand on my cheek to see the cut, but I still cringed.
"You know I could do this by myself. Just let me go to the bathroom."
"I can't trust you to be alone anymore." He said as he put a bandage over the cut and wrapped my hand in gauze. After he finished he still held my hand and looked me in the eyes.
"I'm sorry for doing this. But I can't have you hurting yourself or any more of my angels." Before I could say anything he grabbed my arms and started pulling me unto the bed. He restrained my arms together holding me by my wrists as he put them next to the headboard which was perfect for tying someone to it. Uncontrollable panic started forming.
"No! Gabriel please don't do this! Please! I'm begging you!" I started screaming and kicking my feet, thrashing as much as I could.
"Scarlett stop struggling." He said as he kept trying to tie my wrist to the headboard. But I kept my feet against his chest, pushing him away. He got frustrated because he got on top of me, firmly holding my legs together. I started moving from side to side. I was feeling very claustrophobic. I can't stand the thought of being tied, of being restricted. Not being able to move or have control over my own body. I can't take it. I start having trouble breathing and I panic intensely. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as Gabriel finally managed to tie my wrist to the headboard.
"Gabriel please. I'm begging you. I'll behave. Please don't do this."
"I'm sorry Scarlett." He said as he gently wiped away my tears and got off me. I moved my hands frantically but the rope just cut into my wrists more deeply. Gabriel looked at me one more time before leaving and locking the door.