CWRC Anthology

BOUND

©2022 by Idowu Taiwo Deborah

Brought to you by the Christian writers and Readers club.

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Her eyes were blue, so blue that it put even the shimmering color of the clear morning sky to shame.

Leila was trapped in a dungeon. The man that had trapped her was a conflicting man.

He punishes her, yet still shows his affections. He wanted information about her home so he could invade it, a retribution of some sort to please the master he served, a demon, but Leila had someone more important than her own life to protect.

He used to be a soldier like her, but he had betrayed his troop.

He may have her trapped in here but she would never tell him the information he asked.

She would never give him what he wanted. 

This man was handsome as he was beautiful but that was as far as it goes. His moss green eyes held a darkness that could only have been cultivated over time. 

It was a wound he'd been born with since childhood that decayed and festered. It was what made him what he was now.

A boy who knew nothing of evil. An innocent boy who was amazed by her, corrupted by the evil in the people that should have protected him.

Every time he watched her now, he looked at her like she'd betrayed him even though she had no memory of him. 

Every time he watched them whip her, she could see the slight shake of his pupil.

He hated and loved her but he never admitted, she didn't know why. He whipped and kissed her but he didn't tell her why.

She didn't know what to do with him. She knew one day she would escape. She was deciding what she would do when she does.

His eyes seemed to cry, 'stay' but his actions said otherwise.

When he spoke to the voice in his head, his eyes would spark under the intensity of the morning sun.

With a grinning face, he would obey. He craved for love and affection in his craze but also sought to fulfill his master's wish, the demon that resided within him.

He was wicked, he killed without remorse, countless times she watched men and women alike fall under his feet. This city was immoral, the people immoral, the children corrupted. 

Her body itched. It was a spiritual allergy. The more she spent in the god-forsaken place, the more she felt she was losing her mind, the more she felt like she was dying.

She used to be a soldier, a healer but she was the only one who survived him from their company.

He deliberately kept her alive after pretending to be one of them.

The reason Elyon, that despicable man, was so dangerous was because of how well he had blended into them. Nobody knew where he came from, only that he was trained and recruited.

Nobody knew he wasn't even from there, nobody knew he had been a spy. A spy that succeeded in infiltrating the safest place there was on earth after the nuclear war.

He joined their Watch and became one of them. He showed his true color where no eyes could see him.

He abused his teammates and killed them all except her, all so he could capture her.

She still didn't know why he let her live or why he went through all that trouble for her.

Leila held the cross around her neck. It was her only comfort in this unholy place. She felt like she was dying each day she spent in that place.