Captive

Chapter 6

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The story contains strong language and mature themes, you have been warned.

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« W-what the fuck are you doing here?! » I screamed, jumping from the sudden appearance of the least expected, and wanted person.

« How many times do I have to repeat myself until you comprehend that you do not have the right to speak using such shameful words and tone to your Lord Commander? ».

Hyourin was standing in front him me with his usual attire. I then saw his gaze examining my body from head to toe and a smirk appeared on his face, which reminded me that I was half naked right in front of him.

I tried to cover myself as much as I could, without succeeding obviously since the towel was not that big. « Why are you here? ».

« I came here to tell you that tomorrow Sanctium is taking place » he said, still having that annoying grin on his face.

« Listen, Lord Hyourin, I do not give single damn about what day is tomorrow. I will not take part in it ».

He laughed softly, amused at my resistance.
« My little human, you do not have a choice in this. Whether you like it or not, you will
come ». As he said that he started to come closer and closer. I moved backwards until I reached the wall. I was stuck between it and Hyourin's towering figure. He was starring down at me, amused at the sight. He then put a hand on my shoulder and started to trail my back. « Why do you ... ». He stopped mid sentence and looked confused now. His hand was still on my back but his soft touch had been replaced with a firm one, as if he was examining what he felt. I then realized that he was touching my scars.

My eyes widened in horror.

No one had ever seen or felt those scars, not even Alex.

« Stop » I said, trying to sound authoritarian but instead my voice came out a feeble cry.

« Turn » he said icily. He looked down at me with a serious look, while I was there looking like the frailest creature ever. My eyes started to water and even if I tried to not let them out, he noticed it and by strength, but softly at the same time, he turned me around.

My back was wide open to his eyes. I shut my eyes closed for the embarrassment. I did not know what to do. That was a whole new experience, and it made me feel helpless.

« The spray only cures recent wounds. If these are here it means you had them for at least a year » he spoke fiercely. « Tell me now, Yelena Pryor. Who did this? ».

I did not know why he wanted to know, as if he cared for me. I was confused but somehow the words just slipped out of my mouth.

« My father » I whispered, but loud enough for him to hear me.

Silenced filled the room for a few seconds before he spoke again. « Why ».

I didn't know why I was telling him, him out of all the people these things that I never even told my girlfriend but I could not stop my mouth from speaking.

« I killed my mother ».

It was true. My father was the sweetest person ever, or at least that is what others told me, until my mom died while giving birth to me. He started drinking, and abusing drugs. He turned violent and obviously blamed me for my mother's death. He used to beat me up with whatever tool he pleased; belt, cooking utensils, he even stabbed my thigh with a fork once because I broke a glass. He despised the fact that such a weak, pathetic girl had killed his lover, so he wanted to make me stronger by finding a proper excuse of why giving birth to me ended her life.