Thralled

Chapter 9

I remember Hardin that's why I wanted to die, I wanted to end this life. He was the leader of a syndicate the one who kidnap most of the young one including me. He was the one who took my life, took away my will to be free.

Among the other kids, sold and organ harvested, he let me stay by his side, take me as his own slavery. My red hair and brown eyes reminds him his beloved wife, who runaway from him, who can't take anymore the violence.

He blame all the faults out of me, throw all his hatred and anger. I became his timid marionette, controlled by fears and had no choice but to be a submissive. I already forget how to live, I forget how a child played, how to laugh and how to be loved.

I could not count the days I was kept at the basement, locked up like I was intended to be hid. I sleep under the hive of mice, shelter on the darkness, away from the light. Loneliness were my everyday emotion, fears was my God, whom I praise each moments I was tortured.

I had provoke myself, I never ask this kind of challenge nor this kind of fight. I dwell to survive but I am so tired. This is my life, this is who I am, this is how I die. What would be my life after?

I remember Hardin in him, I remember every man who damn touch me in him. He brought my memory back, though I don't want to remember it again. I don't want to recall how I suffer, how I struggle.

I look at those teared blue eyes, it took my heart to rumble, took my body to quiver as I feared the same thing again but theres something strange happen, his warm soothing gaze calmed what I have felt inside. Restless mind dissappeared, sorrow change to gladness.

He drawn me onto his arms, my face press slightly in his tanned and firm chest, and I heard his heart beating, racing, same as mine. My breathes holds uneasy, protesting myself to get away from him but before I could do anything I was enthralled by his caress all of a sudden.