Zenith leads me to a door in the middle of the hallway. Everything around me is huge and gaudy so I shouldn't be surprised about the size of the door in front of me. Still, I can't stop myself from looking at the entire thing, the two metal doors almost touching the ceiling. It takes all three of us standing side by side to gauge how wide it is. Zenith gestures with her chin for the other guard to unlock it.
She drops my hand and, when the key slides into the lock, they both yank the door apart with all four of their arms. The door resists slightly but they dig their heels into the floor and tug harder. Eventually, it opens enough for two of us to enter at the same time. I can hear both of them panting from the effort they just put in. This place must've been built by a Pharon who was born on a Ocura. The architecture around us, the doors being heavy and large, was similar to what was built back there.
The first and only thing I notice is the smell of food that slaps me right in the face. My eyes can't see anything else in this giant candle lit room except the twelve foot long table covered in different dishes in front of me. My mouth starts to salivate and my stomach gives a painful rumble inside. Was this another trick? I'm trying to get my thoughts together but everything is clouded by the banquet a few feet away.
When Zenith grabs my elbow and guides me towards the table, I don't bother fighting back. Even if I wanted to, the aroma of the deliciousness in front of me won't let me. It takes everything in me to let her walk me down to the end of the table. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from lunging at each dish I pass. This had to be some sort of torture because a feast like this for a prisoner like me just didn't make sense.
We come to the end of the long steel table, the other guard pulling out a chair for me to sit and Zenith releasing me from her touch. I drop myself into the wired chair, the strength in me all but fading looking at the plate filled with every sort of meat and fruit before me.
"You will be joined shortly. Try not to eat before then." Zenith says behind me. I turn my neck, forcing my eyes off the meal to look at her. She and the other guard step away and then pivot quickly to make their exit out of the room. I stare behind them in confusion, afraid to open my mouth because I might drool all over the place.
When they enter the hallway and disappear, I turn my attention back to my plate. My stomach twists and I grab it to try to control the painful hunger I'm feeling. I knew this was a trap. They put me here to punish me if I ate, to dangle the food in front of my face to only take it away when they had enough of a laugh.
If I ate this now, would they refuse to feed me for days on end? They rarely fed me now so what would be the punishment for stuffing my face in this moment? It couldn't be death. Maybe something worse than that. Maybe they would torture me without water until I begged them for it. Until my throat was so dry the idea of talking would send a fear radiating throughout my being.
The sound of Zenith entering the room again startles me. This time she stays standing by the door, her hands behind her back except the one that holds her weapon. She bangs it on the floor and stares off into the distance with her chin high and her chest out.
"Please stand for Lord Crypt." she announces, her voice booming and shaking through me. She couldn't be serious. Demien? Sure enough he walks through the open doors, his robe now a shade of butterscotch. A white loose shirt hangs off of him underneath the curtain of flowing deep yellow, his emerald colored skirt dragging along the floor. Flecks of gold shimmer throughout his skirt, almost like small suns or stars following him. His pink feet are still bare.
I can't stand. My legs feel too weak to even move. The screaming from my stomach has now switched to a deafening ringing in my ears and I can feel my blood boiling to the surface of my skin. My appetite has completely disappeared. I watch Demien saunter over to where I'm sitting, his one red and one black eye staring at me as he moves.
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Broken Thread
Fantasy*Book Two* Lynx has been captured by Demien Crpyt, the ruler of Xoven and the one who needs her to answer all his burning questions. Her quest to save Seren, the love of her life, and Scorpius, the one who her soul is tied to, has failed. The only c...
