IMPRESS. [Book 1]

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Royal Punishment.

And when I thought it was over.

It wasn't.

I hadn't made contact with the concrete ground...

I had been caught.

"Xavier?" I gasped falling into his arms bridal style, clutching on my chest and panting from the long distance I had fallen from.

All the way up from my balcony to the bottom of the castle where I could have potentially landed head first, back first, leg first and well died.

Xavier's eyes scintillated with an electric purple, spellbinding light which made my insides swirl in a comforting motion, "your punishment begins now, my love."

When his words processed in my mind a sudden realisation dawned on me...

Zac had dropped me into my royal punishment.

And I don't know but I think when the pendant on my necklace turns indigo it means that either I am compelled or the other person is and in this case, I wasn't the one who was under the spell of the prince.

Xavier was, the purple dance in his eyes and the mulberry glint in all the rest of the five guys surrounding me was enchanting enough to tell that I was right.

They had been compelled to punish me, and man was I terrified.

Not as terrified as I was living in Icilia.

But to the point where I thought my life was a blur and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Although I could just set fire to the rain and the whole entire castle and potentially even the kingdom if I wanted, I knew that I had to get through the punishment.

The six boys chosen to punish me, Chris, Terrence, Aaron, Douglas, Dario and Xavier clearly hadn't agreed with the punishment and had to be forced into compulsion for the deed to me done.

If the punishment was what Zac thought I 'deserved' then I would give him the satisfaction of seeing me torn to pieces. What I won't give him the satisfaction of, is seeing me unable to handle the pain that comes from whatever torture I receive, I would hate if he saw me afraid.

I would rather be seen weak and destroyed than scared, dumb or unwilling.

You could say a trait of mine was resilience.

Xavier was carrying me, not muttering a single thing as he followed the five boys - Chris leading, armed with chains and whips and heading to the direction of that bloody famous dungeon.

I had just woken up, can't a girl get some rest.

What I can't believe is Alaric didn't put much of a fight to stop this from happening, and the fact Zac was such a heartless bastard that couldn't even spare me a day to breathe.

Times like this make me alright with the fact I am going to have to take down the royals for the witches, all supernatural and for humanity.

No matter how much I want to forget that, I can't wait for that perfect moment where I can wrap my fingers around Zac's throat and tear his head from the rest of his body.

I might have a problem doing that with the princess and even the King because I knew he had loved my mother before, and of course the question of would murder resolve the trauma I suffer from my parents' death.

We entered the dungeon, distant chain clattered and the same overwhelmingly repulsive smell of the dungeon hit like normal.

My nerves were on overload and my old village self's thoughts were slowly creeping back, the worry of death coming suddenly, all those thoughts of my young, scarred and constantly worried self.