Bloody Shackles

Chapter 7: Reassurance and Silence

Once again no song really inspired me this time so I used some words from the chapter as the title. I hope you all like this update, so please vote and comment. :) 

Ellianna’s POV

I didn’t speak as Master Marcus led me out of the room. Everyone either gawked openly with shock at what just happened, or they whispered quietly amongst themselves. None of them looked at me. None of them helped me. Except Emily.

She stood frozen on the spot, but stared at me as I strolled past. I offered her a grateful smile in hopes that it would reassure her. It came out as a strangled grimace. It offered no comfort or reassurance. I looked away as her face fell and set my mouth in a tight line. Why did I even try? I wondered. Why try and reassure Emily when I can’t even reassure myself? No. There would be no reassurance. No comfort. No joy. No happiness. Not with someone like Marcus Ishkov around.

So as he walked in front of me. No. That wasn’t the right word. ‘Walked’…that didn’t fit. It was like he was empowering the entire hallway, with every step he took, a light shone brighter within him. Despite the fact that it was just the two of us, his inner light was a brilliant, constant, flash. But inside that light laid a darkness. It was a darkness that struck fear in every soul of this estate. I feared him. And I knew he relished in that fact. So as we moved ever closer to his chambers, I was silent. Hoping, praying, that silence would somehow save me.

            But of course it didn’t. It wasn’t like he would suddenly forget that I was behind him. No matter that I didn’t utter a word. No matter how quiet I forced my steps to be. I wasn’t going to slip his mind that easily. So as we reached his room and he turned the knob. I let out a breath. It did not calm me any. Nor did it ease my squirming stomach and aching chest. My whole body was shaking. Still I was silent as he ushered me inside. When he shut the door and clicked the lock, terror clogged my throat. This is it. For whatever reason, Master Marcus needed me to come to his room. And here I am. Locked inside.

            “Who left you in the dungeon?”

            I whirled around to face him, and immediately wished I hadn’t. His were a menacing red, glowing brightly and piercing right through me. It felt like he was looking straight into my soul, my fragile, weak, frightened soul. It felt like he was crushing it. A chill slid down my spine. He growled and stepped closer to me.

            “I said: ‘who left you in the dungeon?’ It’s a simple question. Answer it!”

            I hesitated.

            “Who was it?” he questioned lowly. “I need to know you blasted wench. Tell me.”

            I shuffled backwards, tumbling over my own feet before falling against his bed. His blood red bed that contrasted the dark black wood floor and walls. His bed with the silky sheets, soft blankets, and fluffy pillows. Despite all that it was not inviting. It was not a place you wanted to be when Master Marcus was angry. But it was the only place to go. I have to go backwards. I have to get away, I thought.

            “I-I can’t t-tell you,” I stuttered as I crawled onto the bed. It may not be inviting, but it created distance between us. Still he did not stop. He came ever closer. It was his bed after all. It was his room. And I am his servant, I noted grimly, therefore he can do anything that he wants to me. I cannot run away. I cannot escape. I am trapped.

            “Why can’t you tell me?” he questioned, his voice so low I could barely hear it. But the anger was there. The hatred. The consistent impatience.

            “I-I promised. I promised that I wouldn’t tell,” I stammered as he pushed my shaking form down on the bed. He climbed onto top of me. I stiffened as I stared into his dark red eyes. His silver hair fell in his face. But there was nothing beautiful about him. Rage and hatred swam in his eyes. And as he offered me an evil smile, I had a sickening feeling that it would never go away.

            “You promised, did you? You can’t say a word?” he wondered. He chuckled and I shuddered as he leaned in, bringing his face closer. “Then maybe this will persuade you.”

            That was when he pressed his lips roughly against mine.