Subjected Power ( Fire and Ice )

You Are Mine

In an instant, he snapped his fingers, and I felt myself lifted off the ground, flying through the window.I braced for the impact, expecting to hit the ground hard, but instead, a mysterious force swirled around me, and I ascended back up, finding myself cradled in his arms.

I pushed him away, trying to create some distance between us. He slowly made his way to the bed, removing his hood as he sat down. I couldn't shake off the thoughts of Amanda, and my legs began to buckle beneath me. I bent down, trying to catch my breath, and covered my face with my hands trying to hold back the anger in me.

I stood up, still shrouded in anger,I made my way to the door. But to my dismay, it wouldn't budge. I stared at him, pleading silently, and tried the door again, but it remained stubbornly shut. I repeated this futile effort several times, growing increasingly desperate.

"Open this door!" I screamed, my voice hoarse with frustration. But he didn't flinch, didn't even acknowledge my cries. I continued shouting until my voice gave out, leaving me breathless and weak. I clutched my throat, feeling the strain, and collapsed to the ground.

In that instant, he sprang to life, sitting up with an unnerving suddenness. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable, and rose to his feet.

"You said Derek brought you here," he stated, his voice low and even. "So, he owns you."

"That wasn't what I said," I corrected him, my voice firm. "I said you have no right."

"Now I do," he countered, his eyes glinting as he walked towards me. "The moment you stepped your foot in here, with whatever intention you may have had, you became mine, Lavender."

He stood before me, his presence imposing. "Trust me, I don't need your love," he said, his voice low and husky.

"You disgust me," I spat, my voice barely above a whisper as my throat ached from the earlier shouting.

"You are mine, Lavender," he repeated, his tone unyielding.

"I am not a property," I declared, standing up to face him.

"Of course, you are not," he acknowledged, "but you are mine."

"You don't own me," I protested, my anger rising. "I am no slave.

"Dream on," I sneered, my eyes flashing with defiance. "Keeping me close to you will only lead to your early grave. I love Derek, and I want to stay with him from now on."

His expression turned icy, his voice dripping with dominance. "I don't care about your feelings for Derek. But as for me, nobody can have you except I ."

I scoffed at his audacity. "You're delusional."

"This is your home now," he declared, his tone brooking no argument. "Henceforth, I will be by your side to attend to your daily needs, whether you like it or not."

I rolled my eyes, testing his resolve. "I need hot water now."

To my surprise, he vanished and reappeared with a kettle of hot water on a tray, accompanied by a delicate cup.

"I don't need the water anymore," I said, my tone dismissive.

"Can I have a massage?" I asked, a hint of mischief in my voice. "My legs ache."

He was taken aback, and he gave me a hard glare, which only made me grin wickedly. To my surprise, he smiled, a faint curve of his lips.

He returned with the water, placing it within reach, and then scooped me up in a bridal carry. Gently, he laid me on the bed, lifting my gown to expose my bloomers. He placed one leg on his lap and began massaging it with a firm, yet gentle touch. No cream or oil was needed; his skilled fingers worked out the knots and kinks, leaving my muscles relaxed and soothed.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about this enigmatic prince. What was his true nature? What secrets lay hidden beneath his reserved exterior? And, most pressing of all, what could I do to escape his grasp?

I stared at him, and he continued massaging my leg, his gaze fixed intently on my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I drew my legs away from his grasp.

"That's okay," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

But he gently pulled my leg back, his fingers wrapping around my ankle. "You asked for it; please let me," he said, his voice low and soothing.

I relented, laying back on the bed as he continued the massage. As I tried to keep awake, my eyelids grew heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I found myself in his massive king-size bed, covered in plush blankets. I sat up immediately, disoriented.

"I fell asleep," I muttered to myself, feeling foolish. "What a fool I am."

The prince stood by the window, his back to me. "You're awake," he stated, his voice calm.

But I gave no answer and simply sat there, staring at him from across the room.

"I want water," I said, my throat still sore from earlier.

He disappeared instantly, reappearing with a glass of water in hand. I took it from him and drank it immediately, feeling a slight relief.

As I handed the glass back, my gaze fell upon the kettle. I reached out to touch it, and it still felt warm. Curious, I poured its contents into a nearby cup. The liquid was warm, and I thought about sipping it to soothe my sore throat.

Without thinking, I took a sip. The liquid was scalding hot, and I spat it out instantly, wincing in pain.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" I accused, but he remained silent, simply taking the kettle away before disappearing into thin air.

I wandered over to the window, lost in thought, when the savory aroma of fried chicken wafted up, tantalizing my senses. I turned to see him standing there, a steaming bowl of fried chicken in his hands.

"Come and eat," he said, his voice low and inviting.

I stared at him, incredulous. "How long are you going to keep up this charade?" I asked, frustration etched in my voice.

"As long as you're not tired of it," he replied, his expression unreadable.

"Why me?" I demanded, exasperation getting the better of me.

"Come and eat," he repeated, his tone firm. "Drop the act."

I turned back to the window, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me.

"I don't like it here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Trust me, it's only for a brief time," he said, his voice consoling, but I remained silent.

"I don't feel like eating," I said, and he took the plate away. He returned to stand beside me at the window.

"I can't put up with this," I said, frustration etched in my voice.

He nodded. "I know, but I couldn't help it. It's only for a brief time," he repeated.

I shook my head. "I can't stay here; it's so boring."

He scoffed, a low, husky sound, and I stared at him, but I didn't care about his reaction.

"I know nothing about you," I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.

He stared back at me, his hair falling across his face, shrouding his expression.

I found myself in a space with someone who seemed to know me better than I knew myself, yet I didn't even know the tiniest secret about him. And I was supposed to stay here? It was absurd.

"I'm not going to stay here," I said, walking away from the window and towards the bed.

"What is it that you want to know?" he asked, his voice low and even.

"Your face," I replied, turning to face him. "I want to see it."

He stared at me, his expression unreadable.

"Many others are dying to know my name," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"What use is knowing a name if I don't know the face of the person it belongs to?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

He nodded, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

In an instant, we were on the bed, with him hovering above me, his hands planted firmly on either side of my head. I swallowed hard, struggling to maintain my composure.

I tentatively reached up to brush away the strands of hair that fell across his face, and as they fell back into place, his features came into view. His eyes gleamed with a dim, reddish light, and I felt an inexplicable shiver run down my spine.

I gently swept his hair back, securing it behind his head to get a better look. As I took in the sharp lines of his jaw, the pointed tip of his nose, and the curve of his lips, he suddenly turned away, falling onto his side beside me.

I stared at him, my gaze lingering on his profile. "I'm not done," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He adjusted his hair to cover his face, and I stared at him, intrigued.

"You're not comfortable, are you?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity.

"Why would I be?" he replied, his tone neutral.

I smiled, my eyes locked on his. "Allow me to put it this way: Did my touch send shivers down your spine?"

He scoffed, a low, husky sound. "You must think highly of yourself," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Undeterred, I crossed one leg over him, trapping him between my thighs. I could feel the tension emanating from him, and it only fueled my curiosity.

"I'm not done getting a proper look at you," I said, my hands grasping his hair, pulling it back to reveal his face. "It's too dark in here, you know."

"Stop this," he said, turning me over, but I persisted.

"I must get a proper view," I said, staring at him intently. "If you're not okay with my inspection, then turn on the light so I can see you properly. I swear I'll stay right here and just look; no touching."

He looked at me, his expression unreadable. "Do you like me?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Do you think so?" I replied, my tone laced with sarcasm.

He said nothing, his gaze lingering on mine.

"I'm waiting,"I said finally "Choose one".

He nodded, standing up, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

"None," he said, his voice firm, as he walked away.

I stared at him, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

No one knew his name or face, but there were whispers about his age. At least, if I could hold on to that one detail, it would be better. I wanted to know his face, I thought inwardly, my curiosity burning brighter by the second.

He stood in front of a dark curtain, and with a sudden sweep, the entire curtain rose, except for the two sections closest to him. The room was bathed in bright light, forcing me to cover my face initially.

As I opened my eyes, I saw his reflection in front of the curtain. It was a mirror he had uncovered. He brushed his hair back, revealing his face, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Then, just as quickly, he donned his hood, and I stared at him, my mind reeling. I must admit, he was handsome. Before I knew it, everything went dark, and I passed out.