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Locked away

Animila's pov (3 years later)

It's been 3 years since everything happened.

After I was captured by him, I was locked away in this room. I tried for days to break out but it was no use. The chains stayed on. The door wouldn't open. And I couldn't disappear. After a while I begrudgingly accepted my situation.

I was a prisoner.

I was a prisoner locked away in a room. Away from my friends I call family. The only person I know that I ever see is him.

Uggh I hate even thinking about him. This is all his fault. Because of him, I'm caged off from the world like a bird.

But to be honest being in here is better than being outside of the castle walls. In 3 years, he managed to actually take over he world. With control came more power. He became unstoppable with the amount of power he gained.

I'm pretty sure out there doesn't look nice. I know it's swarming with creatures everywhere. I know the people look sad or afraid. I know that there are some who willingly joined him to avoid trouble. They pledged their lives in service to him on turn for safety. I hear them a lot.

I even attacked a few. They came in once instead of him, as he wanted to see how I would react to others. I immediately attacked them for two reasons. One, I didn't know them and I sensed a bad vibe from them so my animal instincts kicked in. Two, it showed him that I still fight back.

But what I really want to know is how are my friends really doing. I ask him every time he comes in here, but he doesn't give me much of an answer.

I think about how they look now. I know Blaze is 21, the twins are 19 and Aqua is 18. I doubt that they are much taller than last time since most people stop growing around their age. Well normal people. I wonder if they cut their hair or anything.

What I do know is that they are working for him. They constantly rebel but they work. I hear him talk about it a lot throughout the castle. Having cat ears really help.

He changed over the years too. He is also 19. As he gained more power, you saw it.

His height is taller than anyone I ever saw. Not abnormally tall like a giant but quite tall. His brown eyes are hypnotizing. His jaw is more structured, making his ever so present smirk even more attractive. His black hair sits upon his head like a crown. The messy but neat look of it would drive every girl crazy, afraid of him or not. He is hot. Any girl will tell you that and gush about it.

Well any girl but me. With this spell still on me, my feelings are still locked away. He realized that only I can take it away. He tried multiple times to talk me in to removing it but it never works.

The only problem with this covering is that though my feelings are locked away they are still growing within me just as if I was openly liking him. Though they don't really affect me, I know how strong they are. I know that if I didn't lock my feelings away, I would be passing out from just his smile.

That feeling inside of me is battling with the hatred. It makes me more unstable the more I'm around him.

But I'll be ok. I can control it.

Sitting on my bed now, I just play with the fringes of my purple dress. I'm constantly in dresses. Even at night I am in a night gown. Luckily for me every dress always my tail to show and move.

I'm just glad I can stay bare foot. I never really did like shoes. As part cat the free feeling of my feet feels amazing. No cat wants their paws in something. I am no different. I want nothing covering my hands or feet.

It seems as I got older more feline like instincts take place, just like when I was a kid. I'll find my tail randomly moving in the air. Or I'll scratch my ear or rub my eye like one. Sometimes I'll growl when he comes in. But the sound would fade if he gives me a ball of yarn or a big piece of meat to tear apart.

It's clear that I've also developed some wild cat like tendencies. Growling, tearing apart meat. I guess I wasn't fully tamed. But I would make sense though. My parents were the only ones who knew what I am. They were the only one who could really house train me. As I grew up without them, though I had my glamour on and acted normal, I became more wild inside. I know to tame me fully that will require someone I don't hate and time.

I hear footsteps coming. Along with it I smell food and a certain scent. A scent I identify with him. It's a good smelling scent. He always smells like rain kissed leaves with a hint of vanilla and mint. I know he's coming. It's around the time that he comes to give me dinner. I know he's going to once again try to get me to be more civil and nice to him.

But I have no reason to. I know that it was the power that made him like this but he could've controlled himself. He's felt fear plenty of times before that day we went in to the town and saw his parents. He could've stop himself or let us help him instead of taking over the town.

The only thing I will respect about him is that he doesn't even think about using his powers on me or against my friends. He doesn't even think about harming us or letting someone harm us. Especially me. When he's angry he avoids me so he could eliminate the chance of accidentally hurting me.

He still treats me like we are best friends despite the hostility I show him. He treats me like a person though I'm part animal. It's appreciated since I hear how people in the castle talk about how I'm a monster.

I once heard two guys whispering about how they should kill me and overthrow him. Surely he found out. And when he did it wasn't pretty. I heard him attack them, then he brought them to me to apologize. They were then brought in front of every servant and killed.

He told everyone if they even think about harming a hair on me he would brutally kill them.

But that makes it all the more harder for me to control the trick. It's dangerous for a trick like that to break instead of being taken off properly.

I hear my door open and he steps inside with a cunning smirk on his face. With his presence a low but deadly growl escapes my mouth.

"Alric."