The Cursed Human

He knew what what hurted me most and he did it perfectly.

He betrayed me.

And I would never forgive him for that.

Tears of despondency slowly cascaded down my cheeks leaving me so weak and frail. My knees weakened as all the energy drained from my body. The tears bursted forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I felt the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the window, as if the light could soothe me. There was static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear. I heard my own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It took something out of me I didn’t know I had left to give.

I let my heart cry. It was my tears that kept my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what had been, yet only carried me forward until a time came when that searing pain was distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from my brain.

I stayed there, kneeled, on the carpeted floor. Crying myself out. I was stuck here. In this hell. The reality was harsh but so true. I couldn’t do anything but yo wait for a miracle to happen, which I thought would never happen.

‘I don’t like seeing you cry. Your tears bother me.’

Mathew used to said these words whenever I cried. He always comforted me.

‘You are strong, Sarah’.

‘You don’t have to feel depressed.’

‘I am here with you in every step of your life. I will always be with you no matter what.’

But he was not with me. Not anymore. Thinking of him made me realise how much I missed him, how much I craved for his touch. I wanted nothing more than to run to him and hide myself in his embrace.

He must be worried.

He must be wondering where I went.

You still have hope, Sarah!! My subconscious reminded me.

Hope. How ironical.

You can get out of here!!

You just need a right time!!

But how?

I wiped away my tears as I scanned the room with my desperate eyes. Something, atleast something I can find as my escape.

Come on, come on, come o-

A small smile crept on my lips as my eyes landed on candle stand standing with pride, near couch.

Food.

Maid.

I could use that as weapon. Now I just had to wait for perfect opportunity. I could knock out the maid with that candle stand and could easily sneek out of this place. Now one would notice, right?

Oh my god! Why didn’t I thought of this earlier.

You are smart. I have to give you that.

My smile widened. I will be free. I will be finally in Mathew’s arms.

A knock on door brought me out of my little moment. I wiped my teary face and silently sat near window. The door opened and here entered maid. But she was not carrying any tray of food but a bunch of clothes.

Well, that’s alright. I was in terrible need of clothes as I was only wearing a robe.

“My Lady,” she bowed her head. And placed the pile of clothes on bed.

“Lord sent some clothes for you.” With this she started moving towards the door.

No no no no no no!

She was leaving!

How would I execute my plan if she leave. I had to thought of something.

Think.

Think.

Think.

“Wait!” I nearly yelled. She stooped in her track as she turned around to face me. Her brow knitted together.

“Can-I-umm-I am hungry. Can I get something to.. eat.”

“I will bring you food in five minutes.” she nodded before leaving the room.

I quickly got up from my previous position as I heard the door locked from outside.

Okay, I had now five minutes to got dressed and made myself ready for my next attack.

I stopped when I saw what was laying on bed. I picked the piece of cloth in my fingers and lift it in front of my eyes analysing it.

It was red silk nightie with lace covering the uppermost and lowermost corners. It was strapless. Overall it was…

Vulger.

Did she just expected me to wear this?

But atleast this was better than robe I was wearing.

I groaned.

I quickly put on same red panties and nightie and again groaned in frustration as I saw the length of nightie. It was barely reaching my mid thighs.

At this moment I was thinking bathrobe was better than this filthy piece of cloth. After looking myself in mirror for a minute, I came to conclusion that this pathetic dress was showing too much of my cleavage and was barely covering my ass.

Leave it I am not wearing this. As I made a move to rip this excuse of cloth, I heard footsteps nearing my door.

I couldn’t change now. So, I quickly picked up candle stand and hid behind the door. I heard few clicks as door opened.

Calm down, Sarah. Just one blow and she’ll be knocked out.

“Where is she?” I heard her mumbling. She made her way to bathroom door and knocked on it.

“Your grace, are you in there?” She asked loudly, still pounding on door.

I tip toed towards her from behind as she was busy pounding on door. My hands were trembling, my whole body was shaking. I never hit anyone. I closed my eyes and I breathed in.

For my freedom.

With this I raise the stand above my head and was ready to hit her-as she abruptly turned around.

I’m sorry.

“Your gra-

I hit her. Hard. Blood started oozing out of her head where I hit her. She stumbled in her steps as she tried to hold something, to steady her steps.

Oh my god!! I hit her.

I immediately grab her as she fainted. I layed her down on floor and throw the stand somewhere in room.

Okay. Now what?? What what!???

Oh yeah!! I have to get out of here now.

“I am sorry.” I whispered and turned around and left the room. I looked around.

No one.

I mentally punched in air. Just few more minutes and I’ll be out of here. The hallway was same as I last seen. With beautiful, astonishing paintings and sculptures. Atleast something is beautiful about this place, otherwise people living here has ugly hearts.

I reached same grand stairs within no time. I looked around and again no one. Maybe God was with me. He also wanted me get out of here. I tip toed towards the stairs and stepped down. The cold marble was giving me cool sensations as my bare feet were making contact with it. I fastened my pace as I saw large door.

It must led outside.

To my independence.

To my sovereignty.

To my freedom-

“Sarah!” A loud voice entered my ears and I looked over my shoulder to see a shocked Falcon standing near the stairs. But shocked expression soon replace by frown and then.

Was that anger I saw? And he ran towards me.

Oh well! I didn’t gave a flying BARNACLES!!

This son of monkey can never catch me. I laugh internally as I grabbed the door knob. The moment I was going to twist it I was dragged back by two hands on my torso.

“You rascal, leave me!” My screams echoed around the castle.

“How did you get out of your room?!” He snarled angrily at me.

“Let me go, Falcon!! I swear-

“What is going on here?” My eyes bulged out of socket as I saw the man of my nightmares, the devil in disguise, my captor, standing on top of stairs looking down at us. Nothing was changed about him, he was still looking the most beautiful creation of this world, almost unreal but the etheral, crazed look in his eyes was anything but eyes warming. The look in his eyes was telling me he was not very happy seeing me here. Slowly and gradually my eyes moved towards his fists, which were clenched on either side of him. His jaw clenched and red and golden flicker in his eyes.

I groaned as I felt pain in my knees. I looked up and realise this motherfucker just dropped me. I looked at Falcon’s face and saw same emotion.

Fear.

I gulped as I again dared to look up at him. His eyes were piercing through me. That’s when I grasp my situation.

I was done for.

Third person p. o. v

Her body shivered as she felt the room temperature dropping. But didn’t made any move to show her discomfort. She knew, one move and she would be fucked up. Falcon was afraid, not for himself but for girl on floor. He knew that she was in deep trouble. He didn’t expected her to pull out this stunt. He was shocked when he saw her running towards the door.

A loud growl echoed around. She gasped as he descended down the stairs with inhumanely speed and stood few inches away from her. Though he was standing at some distance, she could still feel waves of anger rippling through him. All the lights in hall started flickering. The chandelier above them started swinging. The whole room was engulfed in unknown power radiating off him.

Her eyes widened as she saw same red eyes taking over his blue one. A sharp scream left her as she felt intense pain in her scalp as he gripped the hair on the back of her back. She held onto his hand trying to pry it off. He forced her head towards his face. She diverted her eyes to his chest, too afraid to look into his red eyes.

“What did I said about running away?” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. He sounded so animalistic that scared her to death. Tears started flowing through her eyes as he tightened his hold.

“P-Please let g-go.”

He didn’t cared how much pain she was feeling. Only thing was angering him was that she tried to run away from him.

He held her arm with his other hand and dragged her up towards him, making her stand in front of him.

“You like defying me, don’t you?” His voice was dark and deep, laced with hidden rage. She couldn’t answer due to the throbbing in her head. That pissed him off even more.

“Don’t you?!” He shouted.

She shook her head frantically. She again winced in agony. His grip loosened on hearing her cries but held onto back of her neck.

Something snapped in him as he leaned in and put his head in crook of her neck. Sweet smell of lavender and blackberry hit him. He inhaled deeply. She trembled in his arms. His let go of her neck and grabbed her waist possessively. She could feel him sniffing her. But was too afraid to say anything. Her breathing fastened. Her body was numb.

Her sweet scent, her hairs, her body, the proximity of her, awakened his inner beast. He pulled away and held her chin and made her look up at him. She gasped when she saw his eyes were no more red. His eyes roamed on her body. Her strap of her nightie had slipped down from her shoulder and was resting elegantly on her upper arm, showing off her smooth and flushed skin.

SARAH’S P. O. V

He took a step forward and I moved back in fear of what he might to me.

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Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed, kicked, punched, but nothing, he was unaffected.

And the next moment I was thrown on bed.

All in the matter of seconds. I scooted away from him as I saw him coming closer.

“You are getting bolder, little one.”