Imprisoned

Chapter # 31

"I must say I was doubtful of your judgments at first but you have surpassed all my concerns, Cinzel." Axel smirked.

"Really?"

"Didn't know you could get this far. You truly are Valencia's daughter, having the same sinister mind as hers, well obviously nothing compared to your-"

"Shut up." Prince snarled.

"To my what, Prince?" I whispered to him.

"Nothing." He scoffed.

Axel praised me but I felt the earth cracking and swallowing me in lamentation. My amusement vanished, replacing it with dread to realize I have done it again.

I never wanted to become like this!

This was not me. What have I done?! Proposing an atrocious plan to enhance terrors, what the hell is wrong with me?

I am becoming a criminal.

Everyone was apparently impressed with me but I sat still, unable to react. Adrenaline rushed in my vein to ease the tension building in my heart but to no avail.

I began to resent myself for thinking like this.

"It's going to be a pleasure to work with you."

While I was lost in a daze, everyone gradually left and I couldn't fathom my words which gained their trust again but left me where I was running from.

My very soul trembled, dragging my mind back to that misery and amid this destruction I could feel Prince's glare upon me which terrorized me more than anything.

Why was this fear so constant?!

"Cinzel." My breath hitched when Prince called me when everyone left.

"Yes?" I asked timidly, swallowing hard, cursing myself for ruining this beguiling day.

"I need to talk to you." he said, grabbing my wrist.

"Prince?" My mouth gaped, trying to speak something but he continued to take me away.

While he was taking me, I couldn't help but to notice the grimace flickering in De Villiers's eyes but my mind was too vexed to comprehend anything else.

"Prince I-"

I tried to speak but he pushed me inside the room, kicking the door close.

Pushing me roughly against the wall, a squeak left my lips, convulsing by the fatality of his presence hovering over mine.

"You surely have begun to indulge in what you detest." He mocked.

Lifting my chin, locking his demanding orbs with my frightened ones. My heart began to beat rapidly, intoxicating my mind by the fear running in my veins.

"Prince Please-" I said, calling him in a croaky voice and was about to hold his face but he grabbed my wrist, knowing my smoothness is futile.

"All this reverence is meaningless, sweetheart."

His tempting tone wrapped itself around my neck vehemently, grasping my senses by the vicinity, locked between his arms holding me securely,

"So you better indulge in the breath I have granted..."

His voice converted into a scowl, shutting my teary gaze, I tried to suppress the sob residing in my vocal cords.

"Unless you want me to take them away."

A tear rolled down my cheek when he said it. I knew my pain was grazing his skin. That's why he is disturbed about my condition but he shouldn't have said it.