You are mine

chapter 19

I opened my eyes- well tried to- but they felt glued shut at the spot.

I rubbed both eyelids harshly, not caring about losing my eyesight at the moment as long as I could open my eyes and get rid of this blindness.

What the heck?

Rusty silver colored wall stood too close to belong to spacious room and I ran my eyes around to find myself cooped up in a small cubical room -if you could call it a room in the first place.

Concrete floor was dirt filled as if someone skipped cleaning here more often than not.

I shifted my upper body up, resting my weight on my elbow to have a better look.

My head kept dangling back and my neck was too stiff to support my rock like heavy head.

Someone groaned.

I turned my head sideways and shrieked jumping back when I found king slumped down beside me, his back resting against the wall. His legs sprawled ahead and his head locked inside the clutches.

A small window over his head sent weak sun rays of probably early morning or evening time, over his unruly bangs that successfully created a shadow over the wall ahead looking like demons claws standing at odd angles.

He tried to dodge a stubborn fly from sitting on the gash of his bruised cheek and metal clanked loudly in this cubical of a room.

He hissed in pain quickly seizing his movements and eyed the red Marks that peeked from under the metal clutches.

Fly once again buzzed over the tip of his nose.

"Piss off!" He snapped at it, jerking his head but not using his hands this time.

He looked at me and found me observing him closely, "would you at least help me get rid of this lil monster?" He asked through knitted eyebrows, irritated out of his wits.

Guess Mister evil could be bothered by a mare cat.

But this room is too dark and ancient almost haunted looking.

All of this is because of him!

Who were those men?

What do they want?

My breathing started getting heavier and I slipped my hand under the hem of scarf and gripped the neck of my shirt, loosening it to get some air.

It was too claustrophobic here.

Too closed up.

"At least your hands aren't tied." King went on still in his own world, unaware of what was going on in my head.

I looked at him and looked at the fly that was now buzzing over his forehead. I smacked at his forehead so hard that fly swept away from the way but his forehead took all the impact.

"Ow!" He growled sending me a death glare.

"Getting smacked is not what I asked for!"

"Well do you blame me? All of this is happening because of you! You are responsible for all this. Where are we anyway?" A damn of emotions opened up at the opportunity making him go silent.

"If it weren't for you! I would be waking up in my bed today!" Wetness filled my eyes as it stayed locked on his now red tinted forehead, " especially today when-" my words muffled up at the twist of my tongue when I wished it to stop right there.

"When?" He repeated with eyes trained on me.

"Nothing." I shook my head and started fidgeting my fingers.

I just missed my mama right now.

I wanted to curl up in her lap and forget about the world.

After coming here, I realized how it's like without mother's shadow overhead.

"Hey!" He whispered consoling me as he placed a hand over my knee getting my attention back at him, "what is it?"

I barely shook my head and and lowered it, stealing my eyes from him.

He squeezed my knee and I took a huge sigh, "come on. Spit it out already!" He urged me.

"It-" I choked out, and gulped my rising bile down and sniffed, blinking to clear some of my vision, "it's my birthday."

"Today?" He breathed out in surprise.

I nodded looking at him to see if he really cared the way his voice showed.

The look at his face wrapped its webs around my vision leaving only his face in view. His open gashes weirdly left him looking vulnerable.

"You must be missing your family, don't you?" His voice oddly soft and lowered as if both of us knew each other for ages intimately.

"My mama. She always showers me with gifts." I smiled at the memory of her knowing smile when I would wake up and wait for her entire day until she would finally wish me birthday and gift me late in the evening just to bug me a little.

He inhaled deeply and looked down at his locked wrists. I followed his gaze not knowing where else to look at and what else to think.

He zigzagged his hands and the rubbing movement left him hissing in pain. Maybe he was trying to open them up.

Doesn't he see that they are locked and too hard to break open.

His one hand slipped over the other and his fingers spread forward to wrap around a- band in black- that his wrist supported. I hadn't realized that being there up until now.

It was a leather band with straps at the bottom to tighten them up. He stretched one of the string and it came loosening up relieving his wrist of its cradle.

His fingers pushed the band over his hand and out holding it in between the tips.

I looked down at it when he raised it towards me, ending up with his both hands in front of me due to being tied down.

I looked up to find him still looking down at the band, "Here," he pushed it in curled up palm with a smile so transparent that I looked purely genuine and flawless," your birthday gift. Don't want you to get unspoiled." He half chuckled half murmured in the end and I couldn't help but grasp the band rubbing my thumb over its surface that was intact to his wrist sometime ago.

Without another thought, I loosened the strings more and rolled the band over my hand and tightened it around my own wrist.

Looking at it gave me mixed feelings.

Feelings of gratitude on my birthday.

Feelings of getting claimed by his bearing.

But I let it all be decided for later.

Right now, I wanted for feel the bliss even if it was for a fleeting moment.

And the moment was over before I could blink.

The knob of the door twisted and the door of this cubicle of a room was kicked open in an instant!

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