ɬɧɛ ɱąɖ ƙıŋɠ//℘ʝɱʄʄ

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Chilly air tickled her feet and toes, making her curled her legs and brought them up to her chest but immediately groaned at the discomfort. She felt something tightening around her body when she curled her legs in and now her knees could feel a hard and cold solid wrapping around her chest. As she moved more, she found herself in an unforgiving discomfort and it did not help a little when suddenly there was a jolt of spike stung her ears.

She buried her face into the soft and smooth surface below her head. She was about to feel the calming material with her hands when her arms got caged in along with her body. Her eyes snapped open when she felt the thick gray loops of chains around her body, wrapping her body once again.

At this point, she shouldn't be surprised to find herself all shackled up but the only and biggest difference was the location she's in which was surely the master bedroom. From painted ceilings to marble floor, this was most definitely not she expected to wake up to and she wondered what happened at the battlefield. Wait....speaking of which...

As if God heard her short and ingenious thought of a man, she heard a light snore from the side of the king bed size below him. The girl whipped her head around in alert but to find out what had happened and immediately found a naked figure sleeping at the other side of the bed with back slowly raising and falling in a calm motion while he slept on his stomach meanwhile she's left in the open cold air-conditioning room with no blanket nor a pillow.

Judging by the interiors of the desire and the the brunette soft lock, she knew exactly who was it. If only she had her power swirling in her so she could cast them at the sleeping figure and destroy it with a rock hard iron fist to the throat, breaking that trachea. The girl wiggled and squirmed her body around to sit herself up like an earth worm since the she was hugged by heavy chains. Then, the stinging in her ears started again and this time it made rung, making her groaned.

The chained victim rolled off the cloud-like bed and landed on the cold marble floor with light steps before tip-toeing towards a large standing mirror. Even though she was dying to to strangle the man under the duvet, she kept her movements silent knowing well that if she even attempt an escape, they'll get her throat with one snap of his fingers especially now that her power developed another weakness.

Just when she thought diamonds are wicked, here comes a whole damn man that possessed a mad power which is now repelling her negative or attacking powers, sending both of them flying back which is also the reason why she's tiptoeing since fighting was clearly not the answer to this capture. It was a hair-pulling frustration to not be able to inflict pain or beat that young king up after his tricks against Fern. So the only solution to this is to outsmart them and always be a step ahead of them.

The girl let out a huff of air when she stood in front of the standing mirror that was clearly mocking her because she couldn't believe the reflection in the mirror was her. Her eyes scanned her own reflection from top to bottom with a slight frown and a pursed lips. From bottom up was her bare legs and a pair of short pants that were hidden under a large red graphic t-shirt that had a red and gold shield with a dragon head in the middle on the back and a 'Inferno Royal Academy' printed in bold gold in front.

Even from neck down, she looked very exposed and skin-showing, something she's not really used too unless it's for training purposes where shedding clothes can reduce the burning heat created by the body. But now she's in a palace's master bedroom, in oversized shirt and bare legs, with chains shackling her arms to her chest and torso. It's not looking good down there but it definitely wasn't any better up there.

Once her gaze lifted to her face, she internally cringed at the pale complexion instead of her sun-kissed skin from training under harsh weather, the eye bags and dark circles from all the fainting and fighting, the bruises and cuts became more visible after she got cleaned up. But what caught her eyes was her neck emptied of blinking jewelry and only had red lines dotting long the spot where the diamond chain rest. Then, something else took her attention away from her bare again and it was a pair of shinny stud earrings. With just one glance she could already tell what they were made of. Bloody ass diamonds, screw that blond snitch.....