~The Beast Woman~
1701 Words
Liliana Roslyn POV.
My eyes flash open to a stone wall as my blurry vision brightens up. Gosh, a heavy sensation aches my head as I try to fight the drowsiness in me.
I force my body to stand in the dark, cramped, cold and quiescent room, neglecting the pain in my left arm that I must have slept on, while nasty smells of vomits and stench hit me hard in my nostrils, and then it clicks... I'm in a f*****g cage! Wait, why? I... I didn't... s**t!
Mrs Rogue compelled me... I... I faint... Lord Lucas... The ship wreck... He compulse me to sleep... And... And I find myself here...
I don't understand. Why would I be in a cage? Where is Lord Lucas? No, no, no!
Somehow, with the help of adrenaline rush, I run to the cell bar, forgetting the pain from my limbs. Hopefully, I'll offend a ruthless bender and they'll kill me instantly, freeing me from this horrible fate but a low voice stops me on my track.
"It's of no use, human. Save your energy, and trust me when I say this: I'm a lot stronger than you yet I remain here, waiting." She pauses to spit out a thick lump.
"Ew." I murmur.
She continues. "Breaking out is not for fragile creatures like you." Okay, that's the height of it. She's called my undivided attention.
My cellmate is a blue-eyed woman with a long blonde hair and fine features. There's something strange in the way she stares me, a frown of some sort having settled on her forehead. It's as though she's trying to read for something right before she gasps, like she has found what she's looking for.
Her beige skin is filthy from the trench, torn cloth that almost nude her frame and thin bony figure reveals that she has been maltreated, but none of it could cease her beauty. She is magnificent and stunning.
Well, of course, these bastards would only pair me with another Bender even though she doesn't give the impression. However, she is too hypnotizing for a human.
"I'm just going to ignore. You look like you'd die here anyway, so it's of no surprise that you are very bitter."
Her eyes are still locked on me, and she doesn't look like she would waver her gaze anytime soon.
"It's you..." Her voice is desperate, a change to the vocals she used earlier.
Seconds later, she stands to her feet eerily. I thought the collar on her neck, chained up to the wall behind her and another steel cuff holding her wrists firmly would hold her down but I was wrong. They break and rattles on contact with the ground.
"You're her reincarnation. Aura..." When she speaks that name, I feel weak, causing me to blink as I stagger backwards. I have no idea what just happened.
Seriously, no bender has ever scared the s**t out of me like she does. With each steps she takes forward, I take one backward.
I think I might faint. My heart is beating extremely faster than the ordinary, like it will soon grow legs and run out of me, leaving me non-hearted.
Her blue eyes flash grey, and her blonde hair turns dark, almost resembling mine. The transition is nothing I could have imagined.
My eyes are big at the new threat in front of me, and she...I... I swear on my life! Her skin cracks, her bones break, and it looks like she's going to change form.
"I swear, I'm not that name you just called. I'm just a prisoner like you." I turn to the bar when I see that she doesn't seem to be in the mood to listen to my cries. "Where the f**k is this? Someone? Get me the f**k out of here! Now! Somebody!" I'm starting to hyperventilate. "Oh, f**k, I'm going to die. Oh, goodness."
Continuously, I bang on the door like a mad woman. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my beasty cell mate still changing form as her skin twitches with a jerky, crunchy sound from her bones. It's like she's changing into an entirely different person. Her body is glistering with a luminant, golden sparkles. It soaks the room with light and creepiness.
"What the fuck...!" I shout out of disbelief before I hit on the bar again, this time ten folds harder. "Let me out!"
Oh, s**t, I'm going to die.
A furious bender appears out of the blue, anger evident in his voice. "Keep your voice low, bitch."
Except he's the b***h, because his brows change from furrowing to spreading apart as he takes one step back. Oh, he's scared. Good. If he's scared then who am I not to wail in fright?
His grey eyes are flaring at the scene before us. "Damnit, let me the hell out. You want me to be crushed by that..that thing?" I dare not even look at my cellmate's transition.
The bender just remains there, watching with utter astonishment. Without hesitation, the creature yanks off the bar, causing me to freeze in one spot as I blink and fidget.
My breathing hitched and my brain stopped working for a second.
By the way, I recovered myself, I see the new being, a warrior-appearing woman atop the bender. The ground quakes in effect of their fight.
I ramble onto the ground as I crawl to stand on my feet. Before erecting, I already made a run for it.
From my sideline, I see the guard blowing an air-ball of wind at the woman... Beast thing... Whatever the hell she is, hurling her off of him.
My feet has never transported me so fast before. Within a minute, I've passed by a hallway and I'm running up the red carpet of a fancy staircase. At the back of my mind, I want to admire this splendid ball room.
Almost getting to a huge golden double handled door, two strong yet silky soft hands grab my abdomen from behind, tucking me into their hard contour.
"Ah..." I yelp.
The owner's hand sweep my feet off the ground and I feel the cool air brush my hair lightly. Like the quick change in gravity, a new form of sensation overwhelms my senses.
My jaw drops as soon as I face the most handsome and gorgeous creature I've ever seen in my life. Benders have the hypnotizing effect to make a human weak in their knees but it's never worked on me until this man-portraying monster directly before me.
"At last we meet." His voice is a soothing song to my ears.
I'm drooling right? Hell yes, I'm drooling at this sexy god. He is certainly specially created by the gods.
I started from his coiled deep dark hair that is slightly parted to the left with waves on them, calling my hands to run through them. Then, his hypnotizing and intoxicating hazel eyes; his fresh and unlined flawless warm ivory skin.
Then, his pink, plump, and heart-shaped, small yet perfectly sculpted lips that divert my attention into a more endless captivation. His amazing jaw line that helped shaved out his chevron beard. His half loosed blue shirt that reveals his left hefty and well built chest and a slight part of his rock hard abs.
His eclectic woody scent of dry cedar, ginger, and citrus note that infuses my nostril with an aromatic and fresh smell as I inhale them...don't ask me how I know those scent specifically.
A sudden rush to touch his stunning body leaves me breathless and desperate, as though there's a heater in the room. His existence taints my innocence.
A crash from down the stair way executes my lustfulness. My eyes snaps down to see the beast woman with life-threatening, wall-shattering expression on her face and I release yet another ear-piercing shrill at her running up the stairs.
All of a sudden, something my human brain can't assimilate, the hot chick boy disappears into the air and when he appears, he's slamming the beast woman against the rails, sending her back to the ground with such thudding, the ground shatters.
She's entirely different now, a different being. She's dressed in golden armour and there's an owl flying in the distance, trying to protect her.
Why is she after me though? Is she so sensitive that she can't stomach a small insult? Hell, I didn't even insult her at all. I'm sure.
My human sense finds it hard to understand my scenery. I just stand, shock, absorbing each details intricately.
Seconds later, she crawls back to her feet, wanting to attack but the man's fast. He moves like a puff in the air, using his swirling motions to confuse her attacks till she's in conflict and he beats her down with one whiplash of air.
As she slams against the ground, the items hung to the walls around crashes down along. Everything rattles, forcing me to close my eyes momentarily.
She tries to attack him again but his slivery voice holds her down, "kneel." His eyes are now glowing a tint of hazel light on his lenses.
Instantly, that... that ferocious beast heeds to his command without hesitation, but her owl escapes through the open window and the man is unworried.
"Sleep now, pet. You've executed your assignment."
Before she falls limp, she mutters, "when she grows strong, you shan't be the one doing the controlling..."
If I ever say, I was going to have seizure. No! Scratch it. I'm going to go into a coma from this scene.
Like a flash, he's back in front of me with a grin. "And I've seen why Lucas gifted you to me."
"The f**k are you?" I've said before I could hold it back.
Ouch.
"I'm King Nicholas Alveston." He remains settled when he informs.
Of course, I'm in front of the King of all Benders.
"Shittttttt." My voice trails off. My head in unable to process the information. There's a rollercoaster of haywire emotion spiralling within me.
"Hush you too." And I go into another slumber on his command but not without feeling him catch me before my consciousness fades.
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