Heart Vacancy

Chapter 11

Day 1

Cynthia and Beth have been sitting in the chairs, only them in the room. They missed dinner and was begging to grow hungry. Cynthia wasn't complaining the fact that they can't eat she was more struggling on the fact that she can't shower or bathe. They only remain in the clothing that they were wearing. Not a word was amongst the girls. Only silence.

Day 2

Still silence. Damien hasn't returned or even checked in on the girls. He was true to his word when he said they wouldn't be provided anything. The shackles began to hurt Cynthia and cut off her blood stream. Beth whimpered from the pain and looked at Cynthia in disgust.

"This is all your fault!" Beth screeched.

Cynthia looked at her baffled. It wasn't even close to her fault it was both of there decision that they wrongly made. Accusing her wasn't going to help the situation. Instead of talking back Cynthia hung her head down. She wasn't in the mood.

Day 6

Cynthia felt like she was losing it. No food or water came to them.Sitting in her own urine. Watching the day go by in the little window provided for them. She was disgusted with herself. Beth cries both day and night of this harsh punishment. They missed the taste of food and being in their warm beds, they were desperate for Damien to come and say that it was all over.

Cynthia slightly turned her head towards Beth. The poor girl was drooling for lack of food, she only stared down at the floor.

"Do you love him?" Cynthia said for the first time. Beth looked over at her confused. Unknowing what she means by that question.

"Who? The prince?! He is nothing but a ruthless killer that enjoys punishing woman. Do you think that anyone would fall in love with such a monster? No I can't say that I love anyone that could ever do this to me." Beth said, her voice annoyed by the question. Cynthia grew defensive by that answer.

"He isn't a monster. Damien is just doing what he feels is right. Although sometimes it may seem a little overboard you have no right to call him that. He saved our lives... If he truly was what you say he is, we would be dead." Cynthia striked. Beth giggled and shook her head thinking that Cynthia was foolish.

"Do you honestly think that he would protect us without being forced into doing it? If my memory serves me right the prince at first was annoyed to watching us and used these exact words "If they get lost it won't be my fault." and that's when the queen forced him to watch over us." Beth said, smiling by her argument. Cynthia knows that deep down the prince isn't a monster and has a kind spirit. For example, his mom. Damien went to go comfort her, he didn't get told to do that. Cynthia just knows he has good in him, he just refuses to show it.

Day 10

A loud clank awoke Cynthia and Beth. Looking around they caught their eye on Damien. Cynthia hoped that today was the day they were going to be free. He held a bowl of soup that smelled delightful, instantly making the girls stomach growl.

"I see you two are still alive." He said, his eyes only focusing on the soup. Damien came close to the middle and held the soup out for Cynthia first. The spoon swirled and scooped up a good amount of the soup. He lightly lifted Cynthia's chin, holding the spoon out for her. Automatically she opened her mouth letting the warm soup met her taste bugs. Beth was next and he repeated the same process. Cynthia could feel her regain her strength again making her want more of the soup. Damien placed the bowl down and looked at Beth and Cynthia.

"Did you both learn your lesson?" He said eyeing at them. They both nodded, tears filled their eyes. Never again will they leave without permission. Damien was convinced that they understood and removed the chains.

"Leave." he ordered.

Beth and Cynthia stood up, thanked the prince and left his room. Aaliyah was down the hall and quickly ran to her sister. Tears filled her eyes. The two cried together, Cynthia walked pass them letting them have their private moment. All she was thinking about was getting out the dress and taking a shower and sleeping for the night.

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After her shower she felt a 100 times better. Clean and refreshed. As she went to her closet she thought about her plan. Damien has been through so much she thought maybe it was time to tease him...just a little. Cynthia doesn't want him to think that she is just this disobedient person but she wanted him to think that she was worth his time. So she ran over to her closet and found a short cute night gown. The mini dress barely made it down her knees, revealing her smooth legs. Opening her door quietly,she tip toed to Damien's room. Luckily no one was around the hallway giving her easy access to going in the black door. As she came in she heard low painful grunts. She poked her head out to see that Damien was sitting on his bed trying to sow in his scar. It was still badly cut and it wasn't even stitched up. He probably didn't mention it to anyone. Building up her courage she stepped inside. From the moment she walked in Damien immediately looked up at her.

"What are you..."

"Don't worry Princy I just wanted to to see what you were up to." Cynthia interrupted, her voice low and calm. Damien looked at her skeptically but then winced in pain. Cynthia motion herself closer to him. Badly she wanted to help him but was afraid of what he was going to do to her if she tried.

"What happen to your waist?" Cynthia said, then realized it was a stupid question when she witnessed herself how it happened.

"Hmm I don't know maybe it was from the exploded car that fell on top of me." Damien said, his voice filled with sarcasm. Cynthia rolled her eyes in her mind. Once again he kept failing to stitch the scar correctly. It bugged Cynthia so much she decide to make a bold move.

"Your not doing this right. Your only going to make the scar worse." Cynthia said as she sat onto the bed, instantly grabbing the needle and thread out of his hands. Damien was shocked but surprisingly didn't stop her. Considering she was the only one in the room that knew how to sow. Back in Noctovia Cynthia and her mother would sit all day sitting and sowing hand-made blankets. So she was an expert. Cynthia was only now focused on nothing else but stitching up the scar. Damien was watching her for a while but then his eyes transferred down her body towards her legs. Imaging how he could grab them and feel the tenderness. Damien was very much a legs person so he was tempted to touch them. Wild thoughts ran through his mind on how he could easily rip her out of that short gown. The urge crawled at his sides,making it hard to keep steady of his heart beat.

"Done." Cynthia said. Her hand was still contacted to his side. Damien was frozen and only looking in her eyes. Cynthia's hand trailed up slowly to his chest, she could feel his heart beat underneath her hand. She leaned in so close to him that there lips could touch.

"Good night."Cynthia whispered. Before Damien could do anything Cynthia quickly moved her hand away and left the now hard prince, alone.