𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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As time passed, there was no difference for Regan. She stayed clutched in the bed as if she had been chained here. She was sunk in melancholy, alone and helpless. The worst of it, it was a luxurious prison. It didn't make sense. She didn't know how much time had passed. She had seen the sky dark sometimes from the window, and had seen a lot of stars. The sight had been marvelous. The stars were bright and ranged to a sceptre of colors.

But she had no idea of time. Her abduction could've been worse, she knew. It could've been physical abuse, starving or being thrown in a cold cell. But she was still kidnapped, despite the way she was kept.

Even though she wanted to go back to her land, it was intriguing to go and explore the new planet. To learn its laws and nature. To see how other people looked like. Did they all had the features of humans? Did animals exist? Was there atmosphere?

Still she didn't want to think about how extraordinary it was to discover aliens, habitable planets and other creatures. She was thrown into this alien world without her wish and despite the thrill, she was in a place ruled by Sirius and the thought itself was crazy.

She glanced around the chamber, her eyes constantly lingering on the antique wardrobe across. It was large and big, made of the richest oak. The doors were carved with tangled roses. There were clothes inside, expensive, sophisticated clothes. She didn't know why. They were beautiful. It was unnerving.

Regan had stayed with her loose tee shirt and jeans. She wasn't going to change. Maybe they forgot the clothes there. Her mind kept wandering to his words. He hadn't made an appearance since the last time he threatened her to eat. He was despicable.

She felt exposed and embarrassed. How much had he watched her? She knew it was persistent, but she was way too worried about it. It was when she was at home and at school. But what if it was when she was in the bathroom? The thought made her feel terrible, her anxiety skyrocketing.

He had told he didn't watch her in that way. But she didn't believe him. She was disgusted, completely.

"Oh, God, why did this have to happen to me?" Regan murmured, her eyes darting around the room as if expecting him to appear out of thin air. She found herself thinking about that damn haunting again.

Ew, she thought, shuddering. How disgusting. She wanted to rip his handsome face off if she ever saw him again. When she was home, she hadn't really thought if she was watched in the bathroom. Maybe because she felt it at different times, his presence.

She hoped he hadn't watched her in that way. Otherwise, she was going to make his life hell. She was already planning to.

She stood up from the bed, trying to think about something else. The more she thought about it, the more terrible she felt. Her heart raced, she felt waves of panic and anger.

She remembered his words about her possessing powers and eventually ended up fancying them. If she had powers, magical powers, she'd have something to stand against him. Yes, she could stand against him without powers, but it was less convincing.

The wardrobe seemed to taunt her. She went to open it, staring at the clothes inside. They were made of silk, cotton and other expensive materials. There were also dresses, long and short dresses, short and long sleeved, their colors ranging from dark to pastel. And they weren't plain or simple, they were intricately designed. She didn't know why the hell there were dresses here. What was the point?

They probably forgot them here, she thought. Maybe he had some concubine or a girlfriend, who stayed here. The thought made her disgusted. She was probably sleeping in the same bed as them. She shivered, pulling a dress from the wardrobe. It was red, the neckline was low and the sleeves were three-quartered. It was made of silk and felt smooth against her fingers. She frowned, looking at its back. It was too fancy, too revealing.