Bratty thief stole my heart

Chapter 6: Teaching the brat a lesson

Eren's Pov:

Pain. That was the first thing I felt. It was rushing through my head and arms and it made it nearly impossible to feel anything else. I didn't dare to move, not even twitch my fingers, not wanting to feel more of the pain. I didn't open my eyes either, afraid of what I'd be met with. I just layed still on my back, not moving an inch of my body. The pain started to decrease slowly and suddenly I realized that I was lying on something soft, well not really soft but not as hard as the floor would have been. I finally forced myself to open my eyes and turned my head to the side. I was lying on a bed, a kinda uncomfortable one I had to say, it was worse than my own one at home.

'Home!'

I shot up at the thought of my family. Emmidiatly my head was washed over by a huge wave of pain and out of instinct I tried to put a hand onto my forehead, but I couldn't lift my hands up. I looked down at them and gasped. I had cuffs around both of my wrist, each one connected to heavy chains that were attached to the walls behind me. I pulled at them, but the cuffs dug into my skin, hurting my already bruised wrists even more. I must have pulled at them while I had been sleeping. I leaned my back against the wall and looked at the stone ceiling.

'How the hell did I get here? I don't remember anything.'

It was like somebody had just deleted everything from my brain. Subconciously I raised a hand to my head, but once again the chains stopped me half way through.

'Ok, think logically. If I am chained, somebody must have fixed them. And if somebody has done that, that means, someone has  caught me. And if I got caught, that means....Oh god, I'm so screwed!

Frustrated, I banged my head at the bricks behind me and instantly regretted it. I groaned in pain and mentally cursed the fucking shackles that held my arms down.

I took a deep breath to calm myself and tried to ignore my throbbing head as good as possible, while I scanned my surroundings. Right in front of me were metal bars with a door in it. To the left and right of the bed, just a meter away were high walls, dark and menacing and with water dripping down them.

"This is definetly a cell", I said to myself. "But it doesn't look like a normal prison. So where the hell am I?"

"You're in the dungeon of the castle. The place where I keep filthy downworld scum like you locked up",  a cold deep voice answered.

I snapped my head towards the voice, hissing at the pain my sudden movement had caused. I heard the voice chuckle and narrowed my eyes to see who was watching me from the shaddows outside my cell.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am the one here who asks the questions. You are the one who has to answer them." The other snapped.

I ignored his response and continued questioning him. "Why do you hold me prisoner here?"

Again I heard a short laugh from him, but it was a cold one, full of arrogance and sneer. 

"You're seriously asking me that? You idiot broke into the fucking king's office, my office, to steal documents from me, that's why."

My eyes widened as the memorys started to flood back into my mind. I remembered opening the window and the the safe with the papers. And I remembered a short person entering just when I had been about to leave. But after that...

"What...what happened?" I spoke more to myself, shaking my head in confusion.  

"You don't know? Guess I hit your pretty head a little too hard. Well, to help your memory, I caught you trying to escape after taking something you shouldn't have taken from me. We fought, I knocked you out and then called my guards to chain you up down here until you wake up. Took you long enough, though. " He sounded slightly annoyed about that.