ILL-FATED JOURNEY™

Chapter 20

It was bolted shut. I cried my eyes out at the discovery. I never opened the windows before

(because it's always fricking cold here) so I didn't know he had taken that option away from me

until I tried to open it a few minutes earlier. I rattled the panes and pounded at the glass (which

must be fricking shatterproof because I broke a vase against it!) as I wept.

The demon thinks of everything! I was not staying here waiting to be used and knowing my

traitorous body, I just might come to like this new brand of torture. He goes and whores himself

out to every willing female but if a man even looks at me too long it's my fault. I was acting like a

whore. I'm the source of all his problems. Then why won't he let me go or let me die? If I could

just get outside...

My eyes fell on the fractured pieces of the vase. There were other ways out of this hell I thought

as I picked up a piece. My neck or my wrists which will be faster...I shouldn't do this...my mother

will be devastated. But my tears hadn't stopped flowing, I missed my mom, but this was no life.

My future involved being tied to an abusive murderer and giving birth to his freakish bloodline. 

My child would never know the truth of his mother...would I even be kept alive after I give birth?

Stupid Azura! He needs an heir, he doesn't need you! Once he has his heir, I'll take a trip alright, a

trip I'll never return from. He'll probably stage it as an accident if he doesn't kill me right after

giving birth. I have to get out of this house! Problem was after my last escape attempt, I was

being watched constantly. Guards were stationed outside my door once the prince wasn't with

me.

That may be a way out, but it involves sleeping with him and liking it. I wasn't a femme fatale, I 

ended up in the hospital the last time I tried to go that route, then there was the memory of

what happened, even the thought of him touching me made me feel ill. I glanced at the shard in

my hand, this was still an option, but I would be saying goodbye to my mother as well and I 

wasn't ready to do that yet. I dropped the shard.

I felt like I would be giving up if I took that route, but I wasn't ready to have him touch me either. 

I was expected to make a full recovery in the next four months. He wouldn't show up before 

that...well at least not in my bedroom, so I had four maybe five months if he found some slut 

really entertaining.

Why does that bother me? Maybe it because I harbour some stupid dream of an ideal marriage

where my husband treats me well and doesn't cheat. Oh God! I will never know that! I will never

know love! I'll never know how it feels to be with a man I love and feel safe in his arms and all