Love Torment

40

Jerah

We were laughing.

It was undoubtedly the most hilarious thing. We did it a lot for fun. The evident fear in their eyes as they squirmed for freedom was always amusing to us. We were laughing before we caught sight of what fell prey to our trap.

As the son of the Alpha, the rules didn't apply to me. I could do whatever I pleased. My father didn't blink an eye when I informed him of my hobbies. The crueler the better. My heart had long grown sadistic. I feared I didn't find joy in anything but the suffering of others.

"It's a Vixen!" One of my friends exclaimed excitedly. There were four of us. We played the game often. We set up traps all over the edge of the wolf territory and watched them beg for mercy when they got caught.

We technically weren't doing anything wrong. In the eyes of the council, we were protecting the pack of intruders. My father explained my hobby to them that sweetly. It was how he managed to snatch the position of Alpha even though he was a mixed breed.

The crew continued to snicker like a pack of hyenas on crack. They got a little annoying at times. I knew they didn't enjoy the traps the way I did. They were simply using me as a means to get the benefits of being my friend. Their families got them plenty. Though, if one of them crossed me, the punishment would reflect our friendship the same.

"Aww, I think its wing is broken." Friend 2 spoke. I didn't bother learning their names.

I looked forward to setting my eyes on the creature in the cage. It was hiding its body with its wings. They were fluttering helplessly as they bumped against the steel of the cage. The steel was special, it burnt anyone who touched it.

"What should we do with it?" Friend 1 questioned as he looked back at me. I smiled at him calmly as I gave him a shrug.

I stepped forward and let the dirt along with the dead leaves crunch under my thick shoes. Once I reached the cage, I wrapped a gloved hand around a rod part of the cage.

"Stop struggling," I told it. It didn't bother me to see it in pain but I wanted to see its face. I wanted to look into the eyes of my next victim and welcome it with a smile.

It didn't respond immediately but soon enough, it realized the source of its pain and folded its wings neatly behind it. It turned to me with wide eyes filled with fear. My breath hitched.

It was in the traditional robes of Vixen but the material was torn and dirtied. The robes looked rare and unique to me. Perfect for a royal.

His hair was a mess of curls obscuring the clear vision of his face. He had big bright blue eyes and a face nothing short of being a doll. My heart began thumping in my heart slowly as a new feeling arose. I noticed how plump his lips were.

"I am the prince of the Vixen. Unhand me and there will be no consequence." He spoke to me clearly as he carefully took a step forward and changed his expression into a glare.

The three behind me chuckled endlessly.

"Excuse us, your majesty. We don't know what the word consequence means." Friend three quipped.

"Really? That's quite concerning. Wait, you know what concern means, right?" The prince shot back just as smoothly. It earned a smile from me.

"Ooh, we got a talker." Friend two cooed.

"You don't wanna know what we do to talkers." Friend one added. I turned my head at them and watched as they all menacingly stared the prince down.

"Go back. I wanna play with this one alone." I told them simply as I gestured my head to go back.

"I want to witness this today." Friend three told me. I gazed at him with no particular interest as I turned back to the prince.