Imprisoned

Chapter # 5

A deadly shiver went down my spine when he spoke it without a hint of amusement, stealing my breaths and cognition.

"I am more than a decade younger than you, Prince Sir. I am only 22 and you must be over 30-" I whispered, finally meeting his dominant gaze with my vulnerable one.

"36 and so what? Your age is legal and..." He smirked darkly contemplating my form.

"Grown into a fine woman too."

With a suppressed laugh, he pulled away from me. I gasped for air, moving as much as possible from him, trembling, helpless.

"Your answer, Cinzel. 5." He began to say seriously, not giving me options.

"No.."

"4."

He put his hand in his pocket, coming closer, "3."

"No, please, Sir. Please don-"

He cut me off with his uncaring tone, "2."

The thought of what he could do to Zaniel made me lost, "Okay! Okay! I'll marry you! Please don't hurt Zaniel!" I shouted, crying, falling on the bed, covering my mouth, sobbing at the point where fate left me.

"Good Girl."

He smiled and left me alone once again to sink into this ravaging situation.

As the time passed, I found myself dying from inside and by the time for me to sign papers came.

I was devoid of feeling but I didn't understand how this beast managed to dig out the buried emotions from the bottom of my graveyard and replace the corpse of my emotions with dread and agony.

He had terrified me.

"There you go, sign this paper." He said coldly, giving me the papers, the shackles which I had sworn to never accept.

"I won't." I said sternly, looking down at my laps, earning a death-stare from him, hitching my breaths.

"What did-" I cut him off.

"I won't, until we negotiate." I exhaled, looking up to the devil to bargain for my freedom before giving him my soul.

"I see, what do you want to talk about?" He asked, sitting on the other side of the couch."

"First, I want to go back. Second, you won't touch me. Third-"

"Don't expect me to follow the second condition." He said, lighting up his cigarette, taking a long inhale from it, I could clearly espy his sharp jawline concealed by his beard.

"Why?"

"You'll be my wife, you'll belong to me." He told me nonchalantly, leaning back. I bit my lips, lowering my head.

"What if I don't want it?" I asked hesitantly.

"Surely, I won't rape you or anything." He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and I sighed in relief, continuing.

"What was I supposed to tell Zaniel?"

"I don't know, break up with him." He muttered, a sour look coming to his face.

"And tell him what? That I married my fucking favourite teacher?!" I snapped.

He turned his face to me slowly, gesturing me with one finger to lower my tone with him. I scoffed and looked away but the quiver I emitted was clear

"I love him, we are getting married. Why are you doing this to us?" I asked sadly.

"Is there something else you want to say?" He asked, ignoring my words.