The King's Prey (Unedited Edition)

Chapter 10 : Confinement

Pygalgia • [pig-gal-ia]
A pain in the ass, literally.

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The days become an endless blur. Being confined to a room doesn't make my situation any better. It's as if he planned for my suffering to commence among these four walls—bastard.

I only tell time through the rising and setting suns, I'm just thankful I wasn't thrown in a cell. If that were the case, I would've gone crazy trying to calculate the time of day.

My meals are somewhat regular: three times a day, always being delivered by a different one of Samuel's warriors. I never memorize their faces fast enough since they leave the glasses and plates without uttering a word. I don't try to make conversation either. It's not worth the effort. All I know is when I wake the next morning, the silverware is gone as if it'd never existed in the first place.

I try day after day with the locked door, hoping that one of the warriors will be stupid enough to forget, but they never are. So I give up altogether.

I begin to wonder how long Samuel will keep up this routine—how long I can survive in isolation. Every night when I sleep though, I swear I feel a pair of eyes on me, watching intently from that chair. But every time I look, the seat is as empty as ever.

I try to keep myself together though, brushing through my long locks with a provided comb in the bathroom, washing my body every night, keeping everything in order. Even my hand seems to be getting better, yet I know it'll be a slow process until it's fully healed. But it all doesn't help with the consistent draining feeling within my soul.

Being locked up doesn't help with my ramble of thoughts either. I've come to realize I'm more dangerous when I'm alone with my mind.

It's now been four days—four days since I last saw Samuel and seven since the Snow Ball.

I'm spending my time again staring up at the intricate pattern of the canopy on the bed. It's late in the evening now, the sun brightly setting in the clear sky just from outside the windows. It's a rare occasion for the sky to ever be clear during the winter months so I spent a lot of today taking in its beauty.

My door jingles for a moment, revealing someone is unlocking the knob. I shoot up from where I lay, my eyes burning into the wood as I wait for it to open. I ignore the empty plate of my lunch that sits on the bedside table, not realizing that whoever's behind the door is extremely early for my next meal.

When it finally unlocks, the door swings open, exposing the tall frame of the last person I want to see. Liam.

I scowl for a moment, disturbed by his presence. His eyes feel as though they're mocking me as he saunters through the open doorway—which exposes the hall outside. I catch a glimpse of a glass railing, not thinking much of the detail.

He shoves his hands in his black pant's pockets as he finishes taking a few more steps into the room.

"What do you want," I spit out with vile intentions when he doesn't speak first.

He shrugs, his eyes scanning my body like he's analyzing every part of my soul. "Just thought you might want to see something other than these four walls."

I can physically feel my spirit light up with euphoria. Out of this damn room. Finally.

I don't allow my glee to spread to my expression though as I scoff, "You're lying. What idiot werewolf would let their human prisoner out anyways?"

"It was Samuel's orders, not mine," he says. I stare at Liam with confusion for a moment. "He thought you 'needed some fresh air', whatever the hell that means." He turns to walk out into the open hallway before rotating back to face me. "I didn't know humans were like house plants."