In the end |part 1/2|

Chp.3/the great escape

How am I supposed to get comfortable in a place like this? Especially with people like him. I go back to the room I woke up in. My thoughts were wild and needed to be tamed, that's what my mother always told me when I was anxious. My fingers twiddled amongst themselves. I needed to do whatever I could to leave this place. I need to create some type of plan and leave. Tonight. Once he goes to his quarters I will make my great escape. It would be risky, but I've never been scared of a little risk.

The time has passed, it's been slow, but it's passed. I hear a loud knock on my door
"Dinner is ready ma'am" a croaky voice called out from behind the door. The debate in my brain was to eat and potentially be poisoned, or don't eat and starve, and then I remembered he said that I would die eventually so I guess eating poisoned food wouldn't be a bad way to go down. When I open the door I see an older woman standing there with a smile on her face and a dress in her hands

"I brought this for you to put on" I stared at it. It was lightweight and green, and not just any green, but his eye color green. I won't sit here and lie to myself and say that this man isn't attractive, but he is also incredibly evil which trumps his looks.

When I try on the dress it fits almost too well, almost as if the lengths of my body were measured. I can't help but look at myself in the mirror, the dress is flattering, but my eyes will resist how I feel and look, along with my heart.

"Are you ready ma'am" I walk out and her eyes gleam with happiness

"Wow you look amazing. The king will definitely love this" she cooed. I laugh out loud "I'm sure the king could care less" I mock her sentence

"That's just what he wants you to think love" I'm not the smartest person, but it doesn't take an idiot to see the fact that this man has no heart. She guides me to the way where dinner is served.

"He will be a little late" She nodded and walked into what I'm guessing was the kitchen. It's ironic how he knew the dinner would be done in 5 hours yet he is somehow late. My eyes look to the silverware on the left side of my plate, it has a beautiful design on the bottom part. He must've made his maids buy these because there is no way a man like him hand-picked all of these, the whole thought makes me laugh.

The sudden sound of feet clanking against the hard staircase makes me jolt my head in his direction. He is wearing an all-black suit, his top is unbuttoned showing his bronze skin. A cross lays on his chest swaying back and forth with his movements. I'm in a complete trance every time I stare into his stone-cold emerald-green eyes, a grin smears along his face. He knows what he's doing, he knows he holds a certain power over me, and as much as I try to shake it, my body won't allow it. I turn away from his laser stare. He is evil. My presence here is purely for his benefit. I remind myself.

The diner table is long, yet it isn't long enough. I watch him and his every move. He picks up his chair and moves it closer to me. The energy of his body makes my body freeze. I DON'T LIKE THIS.

"Glad you could make it, princess. '' The grin on his face only grows wider
"eat or starve right?" I mumbled irritated

"I have some rules for you and I expect you to follow them. Each and every one of them" he chirps, but no words come out of my mouth, no dissatisfaction is presented

"Good to know you're on board. Now before you hear the rules I do expect no interruptions," he says these words in full confidence, but my attention isn't directed to him, instead I'm looking down at my plate in discomfort.

"When words are coming out of my mouth your focus needs to be on my face" If he wants me to look into his eyes then that's what I will do. I brace myself for I know the consequences of what will happen when I look into this man's eyes, but I won't let him know that it affects me. I do as I'm told and look. He doesn't speak, he doesn't move, he only stares back. His face tenses along with his body just as mine has done. He coughs as if he was trying to cover up how his body felt just as uncomfortable as mine.