Chains of Fate

11

"Please, I won't hurt you."

He said softly, trying to coax me to him. I still stared at him, unblinking. He moved closer to me trying to touch me. I jerked back, avoiding his hands. He looked like a kicked puppy, hurt that I had rejected his advances. I liked this. One simple move and I strike him just as hard. This emotional bond between us just enabled my escape.

Another bout of nausea hit me, the small lucid period was not here to last. I hated him. He did this to me. Robbed me of my hazy peace and thrust me into this cruel reality of pain. He tried to reach for me once more, yet again to be met with my rejection.

We might have been perfect for each other once. But not anymore.

This man seems to care for me, but sadly we are no longer compatible. He expected a strong and obedient Luna, and I expected a saviour. Instead, we are both met with opposites. Loves cruel joke on both of us. But I will not accept this compromise based on false hopes and lies. He has shown me nothing but pain since he stripped away my safety and refuses to set me free. He does not respect my wishes and chooses to reshape me into his perfect bride. But I shall do no such thing, I will however play along.

I will pretend to love this man, act like his reprimanded mate was saved by him. If only to get away from him. He cannot hold me here forever, and I will certainly not remain trapped here forever.

This act goes against everything I have told myself to hate but the sacrifice shall be worth the salvation. Slowly I lift my head and look him in the eye.

"Please leave me alone." He looks stunned by my speech, and sad at my rejection. Lowering his head he obeys my command and closes the door softly. To gain his trust I will have to slowly learn to trust him, but that time is not yet. The time for change will come when the wolfsbane has dissipated and my body healed.

Days are nights are past, each one more unbearable than the last, these four walls have begun to blend into one. A stark white panel that I am forced to stare at. The pain has ceased but is not forgotten. There are times in the silence when I still hear my screams for help and the fire burning in my lungs, cold sweats where my body exerts the last drops of poison. I doubt I will forget it.

Slowly I have to begin accepting my mate's offerings, no longer completely rejecting the food and his overall presence. It pains me to accept him, each fake smile another lash on my skin.

Anger and rage bubble under my scarred skin at his advances. I was trapped, I wanted to go home.

I didn't know where that was anymore, but the idea felt safe.

I was stuck with a mirror of my old life, words and touches were the beatings, and the walls were my cage. It was so hopeless, so lonely. It was pathetic really. Craving this thing called home, never really knowing what it meant, but gaining comfort from its purpose. My only friends were dead statues one of which I murdered. My destined soulmate was my worst nightmare, and the really fucked up thing was, I still fucking cared.

Out of all the fucked up shit that's happened, I still craved hope. I'm pretending like I'm already dead, that I don't care. But I do, why else am I still fighting to stay here? Because all the shit I've gone through hasn't made me stronger, it's broken me, to the point I'm shattered but still intact. I'm still fighting for a freedom I don't even have, and the worst thing is I'm enjoying breaking this man, I'm taking pleasure in deceiving him. I'm just as bad as Kain.

But I can't bring myself to pity the man, because he's playing me too. Taking just as much pleasure in breaking me further.

But I just want to find that place called home, and if I have to become the bad guy to do that, I will gladly wield that burden.

Maybe I like being the bad guy for once, taking and not giving. God knows I have endured enough for most people to break. Writing letters to dead girls who are buried in silver, living in a burning cage for years, slowly killing my friend for the man that a part of me wants to go back to.

Yeah, maybe I am the villain, not the damsel in distress.

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Authors Note

Hello, I'm sorry about the slow update and short chapter, but writers block sucks. I'm not too sure where to find motivation for this, but I will try. Ty to all those reading and please leave any ideas you have for this story in the comments.