My Princess

Chapter 16

Myra POV
I can't breathe. My lungs are on fire, my head is about ready to explode. I'm struggling with all my might but I'm too weak to fight it. As soon as I start to lose consciousness, I stop struggling then I am yanked out ice cold water.
I have a few moments to catch my breath, but not long enough before I am forced back into the water. Back and forth. Life and death.
"Who is your king?" A voice mumbles. "Who do you serve."
I am coughing up water and wheezing. Because I can't speak I am thrust back into the water but only for a moment this time, then roughly yanked back out.
"Is...serve no one... you b...bitch," I say in between my quick breathes and chattering teeth.
I regret my stubborn personality. If I could just willing serve the king then this would be a shit ton easier. But my pride stands in way, always answering for me.
My answer earned me another long stretch of time in the water. I try to gasp in the water, hopefully helping me die faster. The guard holding me must have noticed because he pulled me back out.
I can't breathe even with my head out of the water. My lungs are full of fluid and I will now surely die. I can't help but smile a little, death seems like heaven right now. And with the things I have done, I'm sure I won't be going there.
Suddenly the guard starts pushing down hard on my chest over and over. I cough up the water and I start breathing heavily again.
"Damn... that was a close one. You're done for the day." This beast growls to me. And forcefully yanks me to my feet.
I have no strength to stand let alone walk so I am just dragged back to my cell. He then throws me in and closes the door locking it behind him.
I curl up into a ball and rock back and forth. This is maddening. I was trapped on a table with water dropping on my head for days on end. Since that didn't completely drive me insane they have started using more painful methods, like drowning. I'm starting to go crazy, I can feel it. They taking my mind away from me.
"I should have let you die all those years ago." Says imaginary Cronus.
"Maybe, you're right." I agree.
"If it wasn't for you we would still be alive." Cries my late mother. My father holding her
I sob, uncontrollably. That's true, because of me, my family is gone. Cronus will probably be killed soon enough, along with the nice old couple from the woods which are my grandparents, then they will slaughter Althea, and Clara will be kept alive, but she will once again become a prisoner. All because of me.
"Just submit, already." Clara sneers at me. "Stop pretending to be a hero when you are obviously the villain of this story."
"Please, Clara. Forgive me." I cry out. "My Princess."
She gets closer to me. God, she looks so real. When people first started appearing they were blurring, disfigured, and easy to separate from reality but now I can't tell the difference.
"I'm not your princess. You are nothing to me. You have taken everything from me. I wish you were dead so I wouldn't have to see your evil face."
I reach out to her, but when I almost touch her she vanishes, they all leave me. I'm alone again. I guess I deserve this. Burning in hell for all eternity will apparently not be enough for all my sins.
I sit there in the complete darkness. It could have been a minute or maybe a lifetime. I couldn't tell anymore. A guard comes into my cell and gives me a small glass of water and moldy bread.
I turn my head up at it. Starving may not be the quickest way to die, but it's still a way. The guard then becomes irritated and try's to cram the food down my throat.
"You wouldn't be dying on my watch, kid." He says.
"Enough," I yell. I take the bread and eat it a few bites and then gulp down the water. "Happy now?"
"Extremely." He says sarcastically. "Well, you'll be moving to a new cell."
He yanks me up and drags me along. He unlocks another door and shoves me inside.
"You guys have fun now. And there is no need to take it easy on her. As long as she is breathing the king doesn't care what happens to her." The guard voice echoes.
I look around and in the faintest light from a torch outside the cell I can make out three large figures. The men that tried to kill me in the woods. My heart rate accelerates. I am too weak to fight.
"Get ready for a lesson, bitch." They all start to come towards me. I push my self in the corner and crouch into a ball, terrified. "This is for Tom."