DISCONTINUED // Prisoner of my own device (fairy tail//jerza)

≫Whimpers≪

"This is great Jellal!" My father smiles a toothy smile. "we have the king of Scarlet's daughter at our feet!"

I watch as the men bring in a beat up, bruised, and blood Ezra into the camp.
She is tied up with looks like chains but are and shinny, and hooked by rope by the hands to the butt of a horse being dragged.
"Let me the hell out of here!" She screams thrashing around trying to forcefully get free from her chains only gaining a dagger to the throat by one of my men.

"Shut up bitch!" He yells pushing the dagger closer to her throat.

I watch as Ezra's small chest rises and falls breath by breath. But to my surprise she doesn't look scared at all. a long smirk frames her face, not like the last time I saw her, scared, hopeless.

Ezra pushes her knee up quickly letting it collide with my mans crotch. As the guard goes down Ezra grabs the blade of the dagger in between her teeth and smirks.

As best she can, she brings her arm up and her head down and grabbing the digger. some men realize only a bit to late. she already has the ropes cut and has her hands free still clutching the digger ready to swing any moment.

(A/N: she's still tided up with the chains but her arms were only rapped with ropes.)

The gaurs just look at her no worrie to there faces. "father, why is no one going after her!?" I whisper/yell to my father.

He smirks a devious smirk and pulls out a small button. "this is why" he says turning the small button to the right. which at first does nothing. then screams fill the air, turn my attention there way.

Ezra is laying on the ground as the chains she's rapped in glow redder. I feel panic fill my stomach. what am I suppose to do, I have to follow my father word but Ezra.

Sweet, gentle, beautiful, Erza. I watch as she screams in pain and agony.
"Make it stop" she screeches making my cringe.

"Please father stop" my mind says "she's my best friend!"

I grab my half as a mask to cover my tattoo just before My father and I makes our way over to Erza as she whimpers. tears line her face making me wanna drop down to my knees and take her into my lap. I can't wait this any longer.
"Father" I speak "please she's had enough for the day. Let my take her to her cell" I bow to him.

"Do we have a soft spot for the princess son?" he chuckles along with the rest of the men.

"No! No, if we kill her we can't get anything out of her" I say Matter-of-factly. My fathers smile drops as he clears his throat. "yes, your right my boy." he nods "all men to there barracks. my son will be watching the princess tonight" he yell to the men as he turns off the chains, gaining a large sigh from Erza, who is still frightening around in her spot on the dirt.

As all the men start to leave I pick Erza up like a bride and proceed to the prison cells.

I listen to Erza whispering small whimpers as I carrie her to her cell, making my heart ache. I stair down at her face which is covered by hair in the left side and stained with dirt and tears now on the right side and sigh. I can't do this to my best friend but... my people are more important, right?

I swing the door of the prison cell open and walk in with Erza in my arms. As I lay Erza her visible eyes fly open and she sits straight up and stairs at me for a few seconds, before collapsing in pain again.
"I'm really sorry" I whisper to myself as I grab a bowl and clothe from the table in the cell and head out for water to wash her cuts.

When I return to the cell, Erza has crawled from the middle to one of the corner of it casting a shadow over her left side and placed herself into a ball on the floor.
"hello" I say as I sit down the water and start to soak the clothe. I hear Erza sniff then shift around a little.

"How bad is the pain?" I ask trying to keep a Straight and emotionless face. she glares at me as I turn around and start walking to her.

"I'm fine" she whisper turning her face to the other side of the cell. "go away"

I chuckles as I kneel down beside her and study her wounds. I can make out exactly what and wear the chains were laying. she has the design of them now painted onto her legs, which are bear.

"Stop looking at me" she says knocking me out of thought. I shake my head and grab the clothe from the bowl. "sorry" I whisper as I dab her burns. I hear a sigh of relief as I let the water hit her skin.

"Feel nice?" I chuckles. she smiles before realizing what she's doing. when she clues in she ripps her leg away. "Stop with that" she start sternly turn to me fully so I can see her face.

I'm taken by surprise as she turns showing her left side and the HUGE sword made cut lining under her eye and down her cheek. before thinking I let my hand up to run my thumb along the cut. Erza finches in pain as I touch it making me realize what I'm doing, and standing up, facing the wall. What just happened?