Captured By The King

Twenty-nine • Struggle

Queen Felicity Lowell's Point of View

My eyes blinked slowly, trying to adjust from the light. Every second ticked by and my body felt soreness and pain. I waited for my vision to work yet it never came. That's when I realized, I am blindfolded, trapped in the darkness.

My first instinct was to panic, scream, and yell for help. I tried to move my arms but it seemed to be tied on a pole above me, how long have I stayed in this position? It feels like I have lost so much blood circulation in my arms.

I kicked my feet tremendously but it did not cooperate with me since it was also immobile. My last hopes of knowing where I am quickly vanished when my scream turned into a muffled sound due to the tape covering my mouth.

My throat felt dry and in need of something to drink while my stomach rumbled at the loss of food. I didn't want to feel it yet my body is telling me that I've grown weak.

So what was the last thing that happened to me that might give answers to why I am in this state?

My head could not think properly because of the pain that jolted in my body. I couldn't move an inch even if I tried to wriggle out of these bounds. I didn't want to admit it yet I knew, I knew that right now, I am helpless.

Then, another pain kicked me hard. No, this time it wasn't anything physical. The pain that was caused by remembering what had truly happened to me. It's the emotional pain.

I had to know if I remember correctly. Although it was clear in my mind, I refused to believe whether it was true or not. Could it be possibly true? Am I not a human anymore?

Dimitrius would never lose control like that. Not even the power of the moon could channel his beast up to the extent of killing his own mate.

For a span of a short time, I have not really gotten the chance to get to know him but I was certain with one thing, he could never do anything to end my life... right?

I painfully dug my nails into my palm, enough that I could feel blood. Please don't heal, I chanted to myself again and again. This is my only way of knowing whether everything that happened was true. If my wound heals then, I must have known wrong, Dimitrius didn't care enough for me.

While the blood poured from my palm to my arms, I winced as I slowly touched the wound that I purposely created. It wasn't as hurting anymore but I sighed in relief.

This is one time that I thanked myself for feeling pain, reminding me that I could still feel, my wound did not heal, it meant that I wasn't a vampire and thank goodness for that.

But was my memory real? That confused me but before I could think further, I heard the sound of a door opening.

What do I do?

Pretend that I'm still unconscious?

Scream?

Fight back?

"Finally, took you long enough to wake up."

Surely, the voice came from a masculine, a deep, husky, and dark voice. It was laced with venom and hatred, feeling like thorns pricking my skin.