Sarah was sweating profusely when she again woke up from her shunned slumber and arbitrary sleep. She found herself wrapped up in a delicate silk duvet as she opened her uncertain eyes.
Her body tautens for she acknowledged she was on the ground when she relinquished her consciousness.
Looking around, she felt something, a slight shift in the air, and a horrible feeling of coldness scrubbed over her. Disquietude crept inside her, the room was pitch gloaming, no light, it was just shady and glacial cold. The chandeliers were no longer emitting lights instead the brightness was replaced with darkness. It was like the room was made up of ice making her bones cold.
As she tried to get up from bed, she found herself rigid in her spot. She tried again but it was like something was stopping her. There were no ropes, no restriction but still, she was powerless to move.
She unnerved.
The room began to get darker and colder by the passing flash. She couldn't say anything, it was not like she could see anything earlier but this time it was pitch black. She tried to move but ceased to function miserably.
Suddenly, the room had some light in it. A candlelit itself on the center table located in front of the couch. It was still dark but now she could make out her surroundings. The action made her stunned.
She gasped while staring wide-eyed at the candle, she saw something moving beside it as her eyes roamed around.
That's when she glimpsed another existence in the room. As she looked at the couch, a cry vacated her mouth when she witnessed crimsons that had been haunting her every day of her life. The crimson blood-colored eyes made her body more chilled and panicked. Her breathing seemed to get reduced and she panted. The words and voice seemed to leave her mouth as she inhaled and exhaled scarcely. She calmed her breath and tried to soothe the panic rippling inside her. She was incapacitated to the spot, the frightening aura holding her in a tightening grip. Heart pounding in her ears, she tried to scream.
And then she heard a high-pitched scream; she didn't realize it was her own until much later when color drained from her face.
Her body didn't seem to cope as her consciousness decided to leave her.
She lost her senses immediately. The candle that was burning, suddenly it blew out and the room again become darker like her dreams.
A dark chuckle filled the room. Whoever the other presence was, was amused by this.
Falcon heard her cries. He was waiting at the door. He was afraid for her but he couldn't do anything without the agreement of his Lord. He knew he was inside and as long as he was with her, no upper power could touch her without his approval.
FALCON'S P.O.V
How would you feel when the person who was far more important to you than your own life, was suffering because of you? Horrible. That's what I was feeling. I never wished this for her. I never wanted this for myself. But not everyone has preferences. She didn't relate to our world. She was naive. She didn't know anything about us. Her innocent self thought that this was all but didn't know, this was just an outset and there were more than this, which she wouldn't be able to take.
It tormented me to hear her screams, to watch her suffer.
But what could I do? Nothing. I could just watch her from afar, misery, that's what washed over me. I wished that I could go back in time and tell her how much I admired her. I wish I could tell her how much she implied to me, how much she encompasses me in the worst possible ways.
I never wanted to see tears in those eyes. I never wanted to see her broken. I never wanted to fabricate. But guess what, I just fucking did!
I fucking lied to her about everything. About her father, about her mother, about me, about everything. Everything was a lie.
Remorse was that continual ache in my heart, telling me I should ask forgiveness for being so insensitive. It might or might not stop after the apology. But my apology was nonentity compared to the pain I had enforced on her. I had left her broken only for others to break her more. I was strangling inside, that huge feeling inside my chest was rising slowly.
But she could never be mine. The world would turn into hell if anyone comes in his way.
***
When it rained, the world usually softened around the edges; streets and sidewalks became a liquid mirror onto which lights and colors bleed. When it rained, everything became beautiful for a while. But that was not what troubled her.
She loved the rain. She liked the way it loosened up the outlines of things. How the world became softly blurred and it felt like she would melt right into it.
But not anymore. Nothing was the same about the droplets that were hitting the bottom. She could hear loud and clear, the thundering of storms and the falling of raindrops on the soft grass. But, nothing was lovely to her sorrow. Everything was dark and cold just like the room she was trapped in.
She was wide awake for the past few hours. Her mind was doing flip-flops. She was scared of those bright red eyes and it was a terrible thing that she could still comprehend them gazing right back at her whenever she looked at that couch. The room was dark and cold but not that cold like earlier.
Her thoughts were expended by those wine eyes, who those pertained to? She partially had the idea but she was too frightened to even imagine. They terrified her more than anything. She tried to open the door when she woke up but her efforts were in vain. After trying hundred times and screaming for help, she felt exhausted. Now she was sitting in the corner hugging her knees with her head between them. Her body shook with every whimper that escaped her, her hands shivering. Her eyes were closed as tears were falling down like cataract. She felt so powerless. Her father was right next to her in this mansion, her once so-called best friends were in this mansion but no one tried to help her. She felt deceived.
All the windows were locked. All the doors were locked except for the bathroom.
Her body stiffened when she heard someone unlocking the door. She sat frozen in her spot. She looked up from where she was sitting and saw a woman wearing a black long skirt with a white blouse, coming inside the room. A rope of anticipation gripped her.
Sarah didn't dare to get up from her spot. She didn't knew what she should do. The woman looked around the room and placed something on the table right next to the bed. It was then that Sarah noticed something was in her hands. Sarah looked at her with feelingless face.
"Your presence is needed." The woman said looking at her. Her eyes held warmth but Sarah was not going to be tricked by someone else too.
Sarah didn't said anything rather kept looking at her, her gaze was heavy, making the woman uneasy.
Her train of thoughts kept running. She didn't want to see those red eyes again. The sheer thought of seeing them again sent shudders running down her spine.
"I'm not going anywhere," she said with a determined voice. Her voice was laced with bitterness. She never thought that she would ever speak with this much malice in her voice.
The woman's eyes widened for a second.
"Please, it's not a choice but an order and I'm afraid if you don't do what he asked, you will be in trouble." The woman said and bowed down her head and walked out of the room. Sarah was not affected, she was not someone's puppet. She would do what she wanted.
But deep down she also wondered if whatever the women said was true, would she be in trouble?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang on the door. She almost screamed when her eyes immediately follow the noise.
The door was unlocked by none other than Falcon. He was furious and she didn't wanted to know why. He was standing near the door with a scowl on his face.
She looked at him and compressed her face in utmost contempt. He wasn't bothered by this, not even a bit. He made his way towards her, yanked her upper arm and her heaved her towards him. She yanked her arm back and took a step back.
"Don't touch me with those filthy hands, you asshole!" she said with gritted teeth. He didn't say anything. But his actions were enough. He again made a move to grab her but she moved backward, glaring at him.
"I SAID STAY AWAY!" she yelled. His eyes softened for a second before he glared at her. She was scared he could tell.
"Don't make this hard for yourself, Sarah. Please just come with me," he said with imploring eyes. His voice was soft, unlike his heart.
"Everything is already hard for me," she murmured with toxicity as he took a step forward and again grabbed her arm but this time gently but with a tight hold. She tried to yank her arm but his grip was strong. It was not hurting but it was not light. She screamed at him but he kept dragging her towards the door.
"Let me go you moron!" she screamed but unheard. Falcon crossed the hallway. She couldn't keep up with his pace. He was fast. His long legs were making it difficult to cope with him. She stumbled and lost her balance when her feet tumbled and she almost fell. But before she could hit the floor, warm pair of hands wrapped around her delicate waist and hoisted her up. Falcon positioned his hand under her knees, the other on her back, and picked her up bridal style.
She gasped all of a sudden and started debacle in his hold.
"Put me down, Falcon!" She yelled at him. But he paid no attention to her. He was getting late. He was ordered to bring her to his office. And he knew if he would put her down, she wouldn't be able to catch up. And he couldn't impede anymore. She hit him on his shoulder. But Falcon stayed unaffected.
Falcon took a right turn. After two minutes, they stopped in front of two large wooden doors. Falcon settled her down and grabbed her arm. She tried to move but her attempts were in vain.
"Where are you taking me?!" She asked looking at him with anger. He looked down at her. His eyes roam around her body. She was wearing the same dress. Her hair was messed up. She had dark circles around her eyes. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. She was a mess.
'A beautiful mess' he thought.
Falcon opened the door with his other hand and hauled her along.
As she entered the room, the hairs on her body stood up. She had goosebumps all over her body. Without a single word, Falcon left the room, locking it from outside.
Sarah gulped when she heard the click of the door. She ran towards the door, tried to open it but it was locked.
Her body was shivering because of two reasons, first, the room was awfully cold, and second, she was petrified. She looked around but couldn't see a thing, the room was dark, the only light in the room was coming from a small lamp at the corner. She could make out her surroundings but not clearly.
As she looked towards her front when a scream left her lips. Her back hit the door as she backed away.
Those red eyes were staring at her.
She banged on the door hard.
"Open the door please! Help! Falcon please help me!" She cried. Her eyes were blurry because of tears flowing through them. She inhaled heavily as anxiousness sipped her.
She froze when she heard someone chuckle behind her. At this moment she was scared, horror-stricken. She slowly turn around and looked at those eyes. But she couldn't see a thing. The lamp was still on but her blurry eyes were making it difficult for her to see anything. The red eyes were gone all of sudden.
She was having a terror attack. Her breathing was rough, her heart was thumping heavily. She was fretting, having colds. Her body was trembling. Her hands were impassive.
"Don't go fainting on me again," she screamed in pure terror as the voice whispered near her ears. And she did the only thing she has been doing since she had been abducted.
She screamed.