Enthrallment : The Twisted Trust

chapter 10: Shattered

My whole world shifted when I saw Jude's body laying on the ground lifelessly as blood gushed out of her abdomen, staining the earth red.

The monster, The Prince Seventh stood before her, gripping the knife he had used.
Blood dripped from the blade.

I screamed.

I don't know how long I screamed.

My cries turned into loud sobs.

I was screaming, crying, and shivering.

I felt,

Rage,
sadness,
fear,
vengeance

everything all at once.

Rage for losing the only person I loved.

Sadness knowing I'd never see her smile again.

Fear of being alone.

Vengeance to kill him

Stab him multiple times,
To dismantle his body.

i don't know how long I stayed there, crying.

In a fit of fury I stood up and ran towards the monster
I knew I didn't stand a chance against that monster but I didn't care as I was consumed by my grief.

Before I could reach him, a strong arm encircled my waist and pulling me back. With his other hand, he covered my eyes.

He let go of me.

I was in a room-not my room.

I collapsed to the ground.

The man who brought me here stood in front of me.

The wizard.

He looked at me with his brown eyes, pity.

I broke down again.

He wrapped his arms around me. I didn't have the strength to push him away, so I let him hold me.

.........................

Sunlight poured into the room.

It was morning. I was in someone else's bed. I didn't know when I fell asleep or how I got into the bed.

I lay there, feeling helpless. The weight of grief was so heavy. I didn't have the energy to lift my hand. I felt useless, anxious, sad, and depressed.

As day passed. It was sunset. I stayed there in bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

Knock knock

I ignored it.

Someone called my name.

I ignored it.

I heard the doorknob turning, and someone walked in.

I knew who it was-the wizard.

He came right in front of me, holding a tray full of food.

"You need to eat something," he said, missing his playful tone.

He set the tray on the table and left the room.

The next morning, he woke me up, brought breakfast, and bought clothes for me. He kept coming to check on me every two hours, looking after me.

This continued for a week.

I sat on the floor in the corner of the room, hugging my knees. He came and sat beside me.

He kept doing that everyday.

I screamed at him to go away. I threw pillows at him, a glass, anything near me, to make him leave. But he still came to my room and sat next to me for hours without saying anything.

"I can tell she was important to you. But locking yourself inside won't bring her back," he said.

I knew that. But her loss took away the last bit of hope I had.
How could I explain that to him? My will to live was shattered years ago, but she gave me a reason to live with just a little care and love. That was enough for me.
But he took that away.

I didn't hate him when he took my parents because I didn't love them. But he took my only friend, the only person who cared for me, who didn't see me as a burden.

He continued, "She will be in a better place in heaven. It must sound funny coming from someone who signed his soul to a demon."

He left the room, leaving me alone with my depressing thoughts again.

I started looking forward to him sitting beside me, trying to cheer me up.

Slowly I finally made up my mind

.........................

The next morning,

I woke up and didn't stay in bed all day. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and braided my hair.

I left the room.

As I walked down the hallway, I saw a door. I felt an immense shadow emanating from it.
I knew it was him.

I opened the door.

He was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. He looked up from his book.

His smile widened enough to show his teeth. "Now that's my sweet, finally."

I walked towards him.

"I accept your deal," I said.

He closed his book, grinning.

"Perfect," he said.

Before he could continue, I cut him off.

"But I need you to help me with something."

He tilted his head, waiting for my answer.

" Murder"

"Murder of Prince Seventh."