Cold Blooded&Forbidden

Chapter 7

All night passed by and I was hoping he'd come knocking at my door asking for forgiveness. But as each minute passed by I grew more embarrassed and sad, How could someone so bad for me make me feel so complete. It's   Stockholm syndrome, I was strangely attracted to the man who kidnapped me from my family. Then I began to think how I was so willing to die for him, I barely know him. Paige and Tristian decided to go to the dance as my spectators making sure Damon didn't need them. And as it seems, he didn't, not me either. I kept replaying the last encounters with him trying to process what I understood wrong. Tristian and Paige were almost positive there was something going on between us, Damon supposedly has never been one to lie, not even if it meant pleasing his father.
I woke up with a headache similar to the day I arrived at this hell hole. With only 3 hours of sleep I stretched sitting up ready to play the part of a servant who knows her "worth".
Most of the servants were assigned as clean up for the small gathering last night as well as the dance. Paige let me know that Damon would be in the throne room today handling "kingly duties". If anything I'd be assigned in the throne room. I walked over to the sheet that laid on the one table in our recreational room and read through the sheet looking for my name. I scoffed in disgust "Marcus's quarters-Isabell" I rolled my eyes thinking of what could be worse. I bet he's a pig. I made my way to the stairs leading up to the main hallway. As I walked I threw my hair up into a ponytail. "Isabell!"I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Paige and Damon standing  in front of the doors to the throne room. "I really have to get to work, we'll catch up later though"From the corner of my eye I saw Damon take a few steps forward to me but before he could take another I increased my speed turning the corner quickly. I began running turning into hallways and going up stairs. Finally I stopped running and sat on the steps leading up to what seemed to be an attic. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath just to open them and see Marcus standing in front of me "Jesus!"I jumped pushing him off. "What are you doing up here?"He asked helping me up. I sighed "looking for your room. Got lost". Marcus held out his hand offering to help me up to which I accepted. "I thought I said I didn't want anyone in my quarters, I can make my own bed" He crossed his arms leaning against the wall. "By the way, Incredible wardrobe choice yesterday, I expected to see you at the dance, but I guess you were just playing dress up"He added as I began walking away trying to ignore. "You really don't remember me, do you?" He added. I turned around wondering what he meant. "Oh you mean the night you almost killed me and left me to die in a pool?" I asked turning around to face him. "I'm sorry, truly. I didn't think you were any different than the past 12 girls that have been in your position, I guess I was wrong, maybe you don't deserve to die just yet" Marcus spoke quietly and started to walk backwards before winking at me and heading down the staircase. I wish I could say that something happened later that day, another encounter with Damon, or even Marcus, but nothing. A full 2 weeks went by waiting for Damon to show up and give me an explanation that I'd pretend to not care for or waiting for Marcus to pop into my room at night and murder me. It almost began feeling normal, It had become a routine to cry at night wondering If my family was okay and If they knew I was too. I'd cry most of the night and wake up with 3 hours of sleep, just to be scheduled to fix a guest bedroom or clean up the dining rooms. Sometimes when I found myself in those vulnerable times I could hear screaming, almost always at midnight. All I could come up with is Damon's hunger worsening, and no one being able to stop it again. It had become a routine to see a new face every morning, a face just like mine, scared and trying to remain strong. Tristan and Paige would often come by my room expecting to convince me into visiting Damon, but I couldn't, I blamed my fear and my pride . The only thing that kept me on my feet was the library, each day after completing everything on my list I would go and continue to read into the story of Damon's mother, and On Marcus, the bastard son. Along with this I had to come up with the realization that this would be my life, for as long as I'd live.
Suddenly A thought occurred to me, If I'm waiting on death, why not just bring it to myself. And after researching I realized that the thought could have just been my key to freedom.