His Heart For Collection

Chapter thirteen

The applause that rang throughout the room was deafening. I was still trying to make sense of their words and what they all meant.

After the applause died down, Drew sat down, smiling softly at me, his hand taking mine and bringing it to his lips. I had the urge to snatch it away because he made a spectacle of me.

"How are you feeling, my love?" he asked, his soft smile still intact.

The nerve he had. I shook my head to rid the venomous words I wanted to hurl at him. "I'm fine," I gritted out, looking away, but I made eye contact with Isabella. She hissed, her ridiculously long teeth on display. Were those fangs?

I shook my head to rid the tiredness. Now I was seeing things that were not there.

"My love, I need a little favor from you. Can you do that for me?" Drew brought my attention back to him.

I narrowed my eyes, asking, "What do you want?"

"You see that bowl there? The red one?"

I looked to where he was pointing. I nodded.

"Can you bring it to me?" he asked sweetly, his voice like I've never heard before.

I felt detached from my body as I stood up. I went to take the bowl. It had a knife inside. Looking closer, I noticed that the knife had engravings. I tried to squint my eyes to see what was written, but the writing was too small for my eyes.

I brought it back to our table, then sat back down.

Drew's smile made me sick. He smiled so wide, saying, "Pick up the knife, my beloved."

I was confused, but I picked it up, waiting to hear what he wanted me to do with it.

He smiled, then said the most outrageous thing I've ever heard from him. "Slit your wrist, my love, and let the blood spill into that bowl."

For a moment, I thought I heard wrong, so I asked him to clarify.

"My beloved, I need your blood in that bowl. Do it for me, please?" He said, voice sickeningly sweet.

"Drew, don't do this to me. Whatever games you're playing, stop. This was never funny," I scolded, glaring.

"Well well well!" Isabella shouted, attracting attention her way. She had on the most angry expression I've ever seen, coming to our table. She put her hands on the table, eyes glaring into mine. "Just because you are his beloved doesn't mean you hold the sane power as our Lord. When he tells you to fucking slit your wrist, you do it!"

I was appalled, and I was scared of her. I knew if I said the wrong thing, she would do something to me. The feeling crept up my neck, gripping it. "You can't expect me to do that, Drew. I don't know what's happening-" Before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed my neck, lifting me off the ground. I struggled to breathe, trying to claw at her hands.

"You think you are above Lord Drew? You want me to slit your wrist for you?"

The threat made me panic more. In my peripheral, I saw Drew casually looking at us, alright with his sister assaulting me. I knew he always took his family's side, but it brought tears to my eyes that he enjoyed watching his sister strangle me.

"Now, are you going to slit that useless wrist of yours?" she whispered in my ear. I nodded, gasping when she let me go. I slumped to the ground, tears of fear rolling down freely. There were chuckles, these people finding joy in my humiliation. "Get up!" She accompanied the snap with a hard kick on my thigh.

I swore that the next time I'm left alone with her, I'll get my revenge. I stood, then sat back down on the chair, all the while looking at my husband. He just stared back at me, nothing on his face.

Didn't he love me? Was this punishment for the separation? Because I didn't want to come back to our house?

Before I knew it, Isabella roughly grabbed my wrist, and in one swift movement, she sliced. I screamed, the pain blinding. I could feel myself lose a lot of blood. I wanted the pain to subside. I didn't care if I became unconscious.

"Stop being a baby! Lord Drew, where did you get this from!" Isabella snapped, still holding tightly on my wrist.

I was going to kill Drew for doing this to me. That is, if they didn't kill me first.

I couldn't focus on anything other than my pain. I was going to kill Drew. Whatever cult they were in, I didn't want any part in it, especially since I was going to be the sacrificial lamb.