Code of The Queen

3 a dark cold room

The carriage ride was very uncomfortable. He just stared at me most of the time. After two hours I got used to it and just stared out the window.

But the feeling that I didn't know what he was thinking when he stared at me was highly intolerable.

Then a shadow of a tree on the edge of the rode made the carriage go dark and the next second, it was light again.

But a red flash came from infront of me and when I turned my head to look at him, it made me jump. The way he was looking at me nearly made me shit my pants.

White, dagger like teeth poked out from his top lip and his eyes were a fiery red. My head hit the wall of the carriage and smoke came from his mouth.

Now, it was no secret he was pissed. But why? I didn't do anything, yet.

"Why, did you, disrespect me?" I pulled my eyebrows together. And looked away thinking.

When did I do that. Was it when I threw the dagger away, ran to Bridget, or talked back to him? Mybes its all three.

An irate growl bounced around the small carriage. I looked back up at him, fearing the crazed look in his eyes. My hands started to shake. I balled them so he wouldn't see.

"Are you scared, mate?" A smirk appeared, but his words were slurred and muffled by his fangs. All I could do is stare at them.

"Awnser me!" He yelled and I jumped. Almost hitting my head on the roof. I looked up and back at him frightened.

I nodded my head very slowly. He only smiled more. That's what he wanted to hear. "Good." He growled out.

I looked down at my leather covered feet. My chin was grabbed roughly. My head was jerked up to look at him.

He stared me dead in the eyes, looking over my face and settled on my lips. "I own you now. I can do what ever I want to you. And you can't do anything about it." He said smugly.

"And if you EVER think about resisting me I will make you hurt in places you wouldn't imagine!" He ground his teeth together and spit in my face.

I tried to pull away but he gripped my jaw tightly and forced my to look at him. My jaw scrutinized the pain and pressure applied to it.

A whimper escaped my lips. Not a human whimper though. I don't know what to call it. But it didn't sound like any animal I've ever heard. But I was so confused when it came from me!

"Hmm. I seem to be triggering your beast. The presence of my beast near yours is forcing a shift. Interesting." He sat back in his seat and rubbed his chin in thought.

I looked back down and rubbed my jaw gently. An inside bruise was already forming. I opened and closed my jaw making sure it wasn't in worse condition than what I felt.

The rest of the carriage ride was full of him staring at my body, and I came to enjoy it. I don't know why but something inside me stirred when he looked at me.

I had fallen asleep at one point and woke on a huge bed.

The room smelt of him. His sent of new candle and old books soothed me in an odd why.

The room was pitch dark and giant. The stone walls made me think of seclusion. And a lonely life. One I used to know.

A body stirred beside me. I looked over at mans back. It was the one who brought me here. I wasn't tired now but, I wanted to explore.

I got out of the bed of satan sheets and walked towards a closed door with a dim light under it. I gripped the handle and twisted. It was locked.

"Damn." I whisper. I still didn't know the name of my capture. But I could care less. He seems like a dick and I don't trust him. But for some strange reason I wanted to.

I turned around and he was still there. I made a right and felt along the wall. I found a door handle. I turned it and opened the cool wooden door.

A drift of cold air rushed past me. I wondered if he felt it. I looked back to him and his back was to me now. He moves a lot in his sleep.

But I felt like I should get back in the bed. I ignored the feeling and walked into the room. I noticed the floor in here was stone. It was a small room. And cold.

I ran my hands up and down the wall and my hand hit something and made a sizzling sound. My palm burned and a zap so strong spread in my hand, it made me hit the stone floor and catch my breath and my arm felt like it was stung by a bee.

I pressed my forehead into the cool floor and a chuckle came from the doorway. Along with the faint glow of a candle. The smell of burning wax also caught my attention.

"Well, I guess I don't have to show you this tomorrow." He looked down on me.

"What was that?" I asked finally standing to my feet. That's when I noticed I was still in my clothes thankfully.

"This....." He walked in and held the candle up to show a pair of metal wall mounted cuffs. ".....is for when you step out of line. But let's just pray I don't have to use it. If your smart it won't come to that."

I raised my hand and just when I was three inches from it the sound of sizzling met my ears and the strange metal turned a bright red as if it was being heated up. I jerked my hand away immediately.

I looked back up at him. Pure fear on my face. He stared at me. "Its late, you should be in bed. Come."

He turned around and I stared at his naked back. I was glad he wore night pants at least. I followed and closed the door. I stared at it in fear.

I got in bed not a minute late and turned away from him. His arm wrapped around me. And pulled me to his chest. His head buried inbetween my shoulder blades.

That whole night I lay awake afraid of what he could do to me. What he wants to do to me! When I finally did come to the comfort of sleep, I found that King Ronox filled my minds eye as I no longer could see the pillows and soft satan sheets that lay around me.

I didn't want to be here. I wanted Bridget, but I have to put her in the past. I no longer have a choice about that. But I felt as though I no longer had a choice of what I wanted to happen to me.

And I was to stupid to not fight back when I felt that in the carriage. This is it. And I have to live with that.

Maybe.