Lucious had many hours to think, all by himself, as he sat in the semi darkness. and it was the first time ever that he didn't want to sift out of his prison. He eagerly waited for her this morning, but it was Hilda that brought him his breakfast, and he was sorely disappointed that it was not Abby who came with his food.
Abby's image haunted him, and he was very confused. What was it about this girl that had him feeling things he did not want to feel? She stirred something inside him that scared him to pieces. He must make her go away, and not want to come back to him ever again. He must get rid of her, before he goes crazy. He will demand that Hilda or another witch bring him his food, so he could find peace again, He could not look into Abby's eyes anymore without wanting to kiss her. Her blue eyes were deep pools of endless sweetness, innocence in its most beautiful form. She brought him peace, and serenity, but when she left, he was in turmoil, a disrupted soul who ached to see her again.
Lost in his thoughts he was, that he did not realize that she was back, until he saw her coming down the stairs with his lunch. He scrambled to his feet quickly, and tried to catch his breath. It was happening again, his heart pounded against his chest. She had power over him, and he didn't like that.
"It's you again!" He growled, "go away, I'm not hungry!"
Abby lifted her head, and looked at Lucious, his dark gaze sent shivers up and down her spine, but she would not let him scare her again! She thought, and she squared her shoulders and threw him a scolding look.
"You will eat your food, and be thankful!" She told him in a firm and unwavering voice, doing everything she could to stop her lips from trembling.
Lucious threw his head back, and roared with laughter. He laughed so hard that his stomach tightened and tears were visible on his handsome chiseled face. He had to laugh, to hide his need of her. He wanted her badly, he wanted to be the one to deflower her, he wanted to be her protector, her lover, her everything! Oh God, he thought angrily, she was controlling his feelings again, she had him by the balls! Stop he told himself! Where's your pride? She's but a child! An innocent child who pretends she is not afraid of him, but he could see the fear in her eyes. She is scared of him. Good, he thought, let her be scared, mayhap that will keep her away from him. Last thing he needed was for her to fall in love with him!
Abby narrowed her eyes, and waited for Lucious to stop laughing at her, before she said, "If you eat your food, I will give you a surprise," she said, in a gentle voice, and placed the tray on the floor, pushing it under the iron bars, and lifted herself up again. She slipped her hands in the pocket of her apron, and pulled out a hand full of snow.
Lucious was taken aback when he saw the snow. He quietly watched her make a perfectly round snowball with facination, and ignored the fact that his heart did a double take, when she lifted her eyes, and locked them with his. He was mute! Dumbfounded, tortured beyond belief!
She held the snowball up in his face for him to examine her icy ornament. "I went outside and collected the snow, wanting to surprise you." She said excitedly, her eyes shining brightly like the stars in the night sky. "take it Lucious, if I hold on to it until you eat your food, it will melt."
Lucious did not know what to do. Her innocence touched his heart. He was in danger of losing his heart to her, in fact, he suspected that he already had, and that was no good, because he had no time for silly little girls, he had plans to make, and she was a distraction! Besides, he argued with himself, she had put herself in danger by going outside to collect the snow! He was no good for her! Fear gripped him that something bad could have happen to her while she was out in the courtyard by herself, and he had to find a way to stop her from doing that again.
He grabbed the snowball out of her hand, and squeezed it until it crumbled to the floor, and started to melt by his feet, "I don't care for snow, I hate it!" He yelled. Hoping to scare her enough so she will never come downstairs to him ever again.
Abby looked at him with a horrified expression on her face. Her lips trembled, and tears were visible in her eyes. He was so mean, she thought.
Pain pierced his heart, he wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her, but he must show her that he was mean and rotten, so she will leave him alone. He kicked the tray with his foot, sending the tray across the floor, and splashing the chicken soup everywhere.
"Take this tray out of here, I am not hungry!" He yelled, sending a chill into Abby's heart.
Lucious watched the many emotions that flashed across Abby's face, and he cursed under his breath, but he had to push it a little further for his plan to succeed.
"Listen, I just want to be left alone, I don't need you or anyone else to have pity on me. Take your food, and leave me the hell alone!" He yelled with a thunderous voice.
Tears glided down Abby's face. She just wanted to bring a smile to his face, by bringing him the snowball, feeling sorry for him that he could not be out in the courtyard to see the winter wonderland, but he acted like an inconsiderate, unappreciative, beast!
Choking back a sob, Abby collected the tray from the floor, and made her way to the stairs. Lucious watched her with a broken heart, and didn't realize that he had called out her name, until she turned around.
"What is it?" She said in a gentle voice, "do you want me to fetch you something else to eat?"
Lucious drew his eyes brows together, not believing his ears. Did she just ask him if he wanted her to bring him something else to eat? Was she that kind hearted that she would actually bring him another tray of food? Wasn't she disgusted with him, or angry that he mistreated her? Didn't she want to slap him, and call him names? Didn't she have the need to spit in his face, why doesn't she hate him he thought, feeling defeated at his own game.
"Go away, brat!" He said, almost choking on his own words.
"Very well then, I shall go, but I will come back later with your dinner." She muttered, and turned around, and climbed the stairs. Lucious heard the door open and close, and when all was quiet, he closed his eyes, and took a deep inhalation of breath.
She was young, she was much too young, she was freaking way too young, he argued with himself. He thrust his body against the stone wall, and rolled his head from left to right. What was he going to do?
Images of her firm and round breasts claimed his mind, his shaft hardened, and he reached under his kilt and grabbed it in his huge hand. Guilt twisted in his gut as he stroked himself, but feeling disgusted with himself, he pulled his hands away, whirled around, and slammed his fists against the wall.
Dropping his huge body to the ground with a loud thud, Lucious let out a fierce thunderous roar, that was heard all the way to the top floor. He was frustrated, and hated himself right now. Not knowing what else to do to release his anger, he curled his hands to fists, and beat his chest.
He was counting every hour, every minute, and every second that went by, until it was time again to see her. He tried to convince himself that these feelings must stop, it was wrong to think of Abby naked, and giving him pleasure in his bed. He cursed at himself, and forced his mind to think of the American girls he had slept with on his many visits to America, but to no avail, he could not get Abby out of his mind!
Finally he heard the door to the dungeon open, and held his breath. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his heart flipped over. He waited to see her come down the stairs, but to his dismay, it wasn't Abby, who walked down the stairs with the tray in her hands, it was Hilda!
Disappointment was evident in his eyes, as Hilda walked over to the iron bars, and bent over, to push the tray of food underneath. Lucious could hear his heart pound in his ears, and stood still, afraid that Hilda will notice that he was anticipating seeing Abby bring him his food.
"Lucious." Hilda nodded, her eyes dropping to his swollen hand, and back up to his face again, "eat your food and don't cause any more trouble, because you don't want to anger the Head mistress" she warned, "she could be very mean when she gets angry!"
Luscious remained silent, and tried to convince himself that it mattered not, that Abby did not bring him his dinner, hadn't he wanted her to stay away anyways? He needed to leave this hell hole, and visit America tonight, otherwise he would go insane! He thought frantically.
The rest of the week dragged by without Abby showing her face. Hilda brought him his meals three times a day, and left him immediately after alone with his thoughts. Tonight, he thought, he was going to visit Abby in her chamber as she slept. He could not stay away from her any longer, or he would go mad!
When everyone went to sleep, all was quiet throughout East Wick castle, Lucious sifted into Abby's room, and watched her sleep. He asked himself many times why he did this, but he could not come up with an answer. She distracted his every thought, and he was losing his mind.
She lay sleeping on the feathered mattress, covered by a brown fluffy blanket. The fire had lost it's zest hours ago, and there was a chill in the room. Lucious zapped his hands in the air, and rekindled the fire, and it roared instantly, as it blazed and crackled in the fireplace. Minutes later the room had warmed.
Walking over to the side of Abby's bed, Lucious huge form towered over Abby's sleeping form, and at that moment, Abby shifted in her bed, kicking away her blanket, as she slept, exposing a pair of firm and round breasts.
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