Love is Evil

Evil Lair

Author's Note:

!⚠️Warning⚠️!

A small, mature scene of a sexual nature is up ahead, just so you know. I don't think it something that serious, which should mean something coming from a person who doesn't really write sex scenes, so you shouldn't have much to worry about. I just figured some of you would like a heads up.

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color
•H/L: Hair Length
•S/C: Skin Color
•H/C: Hair Color

Your POV:

A soft groan escapes my lips as my E/C eyes open with my eyelids feeling heavy. I wince at the soreness of my body as I lift my head off the wall I'm leaned against and gently rub the sleep out of my eyes. Oddly enough, the breeze from before doesn't fill my skin with goosebumps, for a familiar cape now shields my body. I stare down at the warm fabric with wide eyes in disbelief.

'Did he put this on me?' As much as I detested the thought of Saros coming in and covering my body with his property, I'm still thankful for the added warmth it brought me and pull the cape closer. A faint scent of cologne reaches my nose, making a shiver run down my spine. My gaze turns upward when I realize that the room is no longer dark and see that the broken lightbulb had been replaced with a working one. I then look down to find that the water bottle remains in place from last night and see that a bowl of cereal now sits beside it. I raise a brow upon seeing it and scoot closer before picking up the plastic bowl. It appears to be Cheerios, but it must've been sitting there for awhile, since it looks a little soggy. My stomach growls, making me groan. My throat is parched too.

'I really don't want to eat anything they give me, but I'd rather not make myself suffer by starving.' Hoping the food and drink are safe to consume, I lift the metal spoon to my lips and eat until the bowl is empty and drink the water. After I'm finished, I set the bowl down on the floor and stand up. The cape drops down from my shoulders and pools around my feet. I shiver and grip my arms, feeling cold the instant the cloth fell. Frowning slightly, I take it off the ground and put it back on, attaching the clasps so that it'll stay this time.

'It's no wonder he wears this. It probably keeps him warm when he flies.' I begin to pace the floor to stretch my sore muscles and think.

'There has to be a way out of here. If only I could get to a window.' My eyes widen as my feet stop in place when I feel the sudden urge to use the bathroom. I groan loudly and begin to bang my head against the wall, not caring that it hurt a bit.

'I have to get out of this stupid cell!' I nearly jump upon hearing the sound of the door unlock followed by a light chuckle that fills me with dread.

"Having fun, I see."

Slowly, I turn my head to look at the figure of Saros, who stands tall by the open door with a smirk on his lips. Dressing his form is an eggplant purple sweater and black pants with black boots covering his feet. His icy gaze goes from me to the floor, where the empty bowl and half-empty water bottle sits.