Life isn't always a fairytale, not the one you had always wished for. Not a happy ending or a beloved mate who loves you from the first sight till the moment you take your last breath. Life is a rough path, it has its strange ways to twist and turns.
From a walk in the park you're thrown out into rose thorn bushes. Cuts heal but never disappear, the scars will remain. Your loved ones aren't going to be perfect, they won't forget instead they will be a constant reminder of the bad times you went through.
Nathaniel was my reminder, when I looked into he's eyes I remembered the good times, how we got closer and what we've done together. But then again my memories appeared before my eyes, how he took me away and the harsh and rough way I was treated. The beatings, hunger and thirst, cold and scars I came out with.
I tried to forget or atleased push our differences aside, but instead every time I looked into he's stormy eyes i was transported back to the cellar.
I was questioned every day, what I remember, who was behind it, the same questions over and over again.
Instead of helping, I stared into the distance not uttering a word. I made them think I didn't remember, but I remembered every second.
The betrayal and guilt I felt.
Why..?
I felt something was different after our wedding dance. Since I danced with the stranger all the werewolves kept a close look at. Ever since I always felt tired, drained even after sleeping the whole night.
Nathaniel began questioning me, if I had ever been told I sleep walk or experienced nightmares before. I was too oblivious to see he was going somewhere with he's curiosity, yet I had not seen.
It was too late by the time I was revealed to the truth, my body was no longer mine, I had no more possession over it. As if I never had.
"My dear Queen, does Ophelia the first of her name, know who I may be ?" I only remembers short flashbacks, moments but only for a short time. I didn't remember how I got to a certain place or what had occurred before hand. But anytime I came to consciousnes, more bruises and pains shot through my body.
I had been beaten and humiliated, I was sure of it. It was as if my mind preferred to not remember.
"Perhaps, refresh your memory ?" Before I could have reacted, the mans, same stranger from my wedding who had misteriously disappeared, his hand flew to my forehead, a shot of electricity running through my body, memories flashing before my eyes.
I assume it was too much to handle and shut down, or that's what I thought at the time. I thought that the voice of Nathaniel fading away was just my imagination and I was stuck here forever.
But he came and scared the stranger away.
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Torture
Hombres LoboI was the definition of elegance. The young girl who was nothing but kindness and perhaps even a little naive. People used to look up to me, my life with pretty dresses and jewels. But that all changed that night we were under attack, my life would...
