Princess of AMBER

*Bonus chapter 7*

       I don't know for how many hours I have been here, locked up from rest of the world. My face and eyes were sore from crying and my hair were dump from tears sliding off my cheeks in to them. I was laying on the cold floor and still could not fully comprehend the situation I was in. My father was gone from this life, to never return by my side. This feels even worse, than my mother's disappearance from our family. She never cared for me, but my dad did and it makes me feel even worse. I said some horrible things to him days ago, which I not truly meant. I am so sorry dad.... A lump painfully sits in my throat. What am I going to do now? What Cole is planning to do to me? I feel so scared of him. What happened between them and why he killed my father? Why is this happening to me?

      My body started to shake again, as my sobbing got stronger.

        This room was very big compared to other cells. More luxurious. Here was a bed, which looked quite comfortable, table, some chairs, toilet. But my mind could not appreciate the state I was in. It did not matter, where I am anymore. Nothing mattered.

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It felt like I am here more than a day. I was terribly hungry and thirsty above all. Nothing was in this room, which could stop my need for water. Where is he? Did he left me here to die? It might be true. Why would he spare me? I am nothing to him.

I banged at the door many times in hopes to attract someone's attention, but no one came. I am certain, that I could not be heard outside these walls. My attempts on finding freedom seem futile.

Today I feel no strength to 'fight'anymore.

       Suddenly all lights went off and darkness took over my cell. Everything was pitch black. What was happening? Did someone turn off the power? Is somebody here in this building? I collected all my strength and walked up to a door. It might be opened now, when there is no power holding it locked. I tried to push it, but got no movement of any kind.

„Heelp! Is somebody there?" Knocks on a door were loud enough for someone to notice me, but I could not hear anyone on other side.

Why is nobody coming? Please! I begged in my mind.

Darkness did not disappear for many hours, maybe for days. Then it came back, as sudden as it disappeared before.

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       I feel like I am dying. Because of lack of water, I struggle to keep my eyes opened. I can't move, my head is dizzy. I have been sleeping a lot, but it is not comfortable sleep. My throat hurts of how dry it is. It is been couple of days since I was locked in here. I can tell it even without the sight of outside world. Before it was easy to asses the time, but now my mind is giving up and I struggle to keep a sense of it. My eyelids are heavy as stone. I want to sleep, but I am afraid, if I do, I will not wake up ever again.

Then..... I feel a movement in my cell, just barely. Somebody is here, finaly. I want to look at who it is, but my eyes do not want to open. This person is right next to me....

I feel myself being lifted up slightly to a sitting possition. I can't keep my posture on my own, so all my body weight lies in hands of this human.

       Something touches my lips, a cold liquid..... water. I am so happy to get a taste of it's freshness, but I am too weak to express, what I feel. More comes down my throat, slowly, as this person seems to make sure, that every single drop reaches my thirsty body. After few gulps I manage to lift my hand to help and get more of it inside of me. I open my eyes, but everything is still blurry around. My gaze go to a hand holding a glass. It is dark, this person might be wearing some kind of glove. I try to focus and then I can see it more clearly. It is not a glove covered hand and not even human, it belongs to a robot.

      My mind goes back in to a panic. A glass is knocked out of his grip as my week hands try to push this robot away. Our eyes lock and I see two very familiar green orbs watching me.

I want to get free of his grasp, but again, as little strength that is still in me, is not enough to even push him slyghtly.

„Let go of me! Take your bloody hands off of me.... „ my protests are just quiet whispers, but I am sure he hears me clearly. „I hate you! I will always hate you for what have you done to me, until a day I die." My sobs come back, remebering the things Cole did to me – killed my father, locked me here and left me to die. I will never forgive him for this.

Cole said nothing, I felt myself lifted up. He was taking me somewhere.

„Where are you taking me? Stop! Let go!" I was so afraid, that tears were able to burst out of my dry eyes.

He squeezed me tighter in his hands, as my cheek rested against his chest.

What happened after that, I don't remember. At one point I passed out of how tired I was, constantly crying, nobody knows for how long.