There was a faint whisper of rain, and the scent of roses enveloped me.
I closed my eyes, waiting for something that never happened.
I didn't know what it was, but I was anticipating it.
He slowly loosened his grip on my wrist and walked past me, leaving me standing there. I couldn't comprehend what had happened in the last few seconds.
He walked over to the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and settled into his couch. My eyes drifted to his chest, where a tattoo swirled on the left side. I looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were intense, burning right through me, sending a shiver down my spine.
I held his gaze.
"You don't fear me, even though I tried killing you," he said in a low voice, barely audible over the faint rain.
What was that for I thought, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
He continued ,
"Coming to my room in the middle of the night, wearing that dress with the red shawl. Do you want to seduce me?"
He snickered.
"You humans are crazy and delusional."
I stared at him, puzzled by his mean remark.
So he wasn't the one who sent that message. Who could it be?
"I'm sorry. I must have been mistaken. My intention was not to confront you. I will leave the room," I said politely, maintaining eye contact.
I turned around.
"Who said you could leave?" he raised his voice.
A huge thunderclap sounded outside, and I saw lightning strike a tree in the forest. A fire ignited, birds screaming and fleeing from the flames.
I heard him tsk.
I didn't know what happened, but I was sure he was the reason for it.
With my back to him, I heard his footsteps coming closer.
Faeries are faster than humans, but he walked slowly on purpose, to instill fear.
He loved it, I could tell.
He loved seeing me shiver like a leaf. His eyes always brightened with delight when he saw my fear. Powerful people have a knack for enjoying the fear of those below them.
That's why I hated faeries.
They are the embodiment of power, while I, a human, am nothing but weakness.
I could never be more than weak.
Standing behind me, he took the shawl that was covering me. He walked past me towards the fireplace to his left. He stood there and threw the red shawl into the fire.
The flames engulfed it completely in minutes.
"Red looks ugly on you,"
he said, watching the fire consume the shawl.
His burning words and the fire caused something to swirl inside me. I didn't know what it was. I felt my eyes burning, tears waiting to fall.
Why did this hurt so much?
I had faced worse.
..........................
The sun was rising from my window.
YOU ARE READING
Enthrallment : The Twisted Trust
Fantasy" please don't " He pleaded, his voice cracking with despair. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees, clutching at the air as if trying to grasp the fleeting fragments of her presence. ...
