Devil's Prison

Chapter # 12

“No need to provide him with justifications. You are coming with me.”

He said with a smirk, motioning to Louis to take after this mess and was about to drag Aurelia without her consent.

“No.” Her steps froze, shaking her head, not wanting to go with him.

Her heart was immobilized into fear, in the perception of what could happen with him.

“No?” He arched a brow, tilting his head in confusion at her innocent denial.

“Sweetheart, this is not a damn option!” With a whisper-yell, he shot her friend Ella in the arm.

“Ahh!” Screaming, but his men covered her mouth as blood flowed out of her arm.

“Ella!” Aurelia couldn’t believe he didn’t think twice before shooting her, etching an irrecoverable fright in her heart to lose her parents too.

“I don’t f**k around, Aurelia. If I order you, you will obey without persistence, so stop giving me further reasons to drag you out.” He growled, grabbing her jaws forcefully.

A tear rolled down her cheek, her heart thumping abnormally because of his superiority to gain all riches of this world by force.

“Because the more you struggle, the more lust the fetters I would fasten would provide me.” His voice went deeper, seductively, chaining her absolute in his arena eternally by using his powers.

“Understand!?” Raising his voice, her breath hitched with a tear of defeat rolling down her cheek, knowing she was lost before his man.

“You can’t be my Alphonse. You are heartless…” She whispered, sniffling to stay strong but he broke her facade terribly by his overwhelming power.

“I know.” He responded heartlessly, pulling away from her, pulling her forward roughly.

She whimpered, not lifting her head as he ordered, “Now, come before I end this tiny family of yours too.”

“No, please. Don’t hurt them.” She whispered, shaking her head, following his step.

“I will do anything but let them go.” She pleaded, holding his arm, a sob almost escaped her lips.

The fear to lose one she loves deeply blinded her in ache, cracking her heart.

“Please.” She felt powerless before love, ready to beg the beast for their safety.

“If you want them to live then you better do as I order.” He said dominantly, noticing her friend is losing too much blood and lost consciousness as well.

“I understand.” She sniffed, wiping the tears in her eyes. She wanted to scream and hit him, but her body lost its strength.

If they delayed further, she could die by the blood loss now.

“So, you will become my wife, okay?” he asked in a low, tempting voice.

A tear rolled down her cheek, realizing the authority he holds, how easy everything is for him and nodded,

“Yes.” But she swore in her heart to resent him eternally for stealing her dreams, her hopes.

“But, I will always hate you for this misery,” She added in a broken tone, staring into his dead eyes with her grievous ones.

“Since when didn't you?” He scoffed, taking her hand and took Aurelia, dressed as a bride, away with him.

He did dress bewitchingly for her as well as he planned to do it already and came prepared.

Either turn this place a pool of violence but steal her from this world at all cost and make her his prisoner.

She remained silent, covering her mouth with her hand to bury this mourn inside and replace it with a neverending wrath, to ravage his life he is going to with hers.

I will make you pay, Alphonse Jude. She thought furiously, curling her hands in a tight fist.

“What about Ella?” She asked after a prolonged silence.

“My men are taking her to the hospital.” He replied coldly, using his phone.

“And my parents?” She asked, heart filling with dismay to think.

“They are coming with us. Let them witness the wedding of their daughter.” He smirked devilishly, earning a glare but forcing her lump down her throat.

“I see.” She lowered her head, barely holding her aversion, thinking about finding a way to attack him but it would be fatal.

“Don’t think of doing anything. I still have your beloved in my grasp.” He warned when they reached their destination.

“If they weren’t one of us wouldn’t be alive.” She replied coldly, glistening with repugnance in her eyes.

Ignoring her words, he took her to a small Church in the countryside and forced her to come inside.

“What the hell is-” The priest asked, astonished by the sudden invasion at his peaceful place.

“What in God’s name is happening!?” He yelled seeing men with guns entering.

Alphonse’s grip was harsh on Aurelia’s wrist, forcing her to stride along.

“What are you doing!?” He yelled but stopped in front of him.

His breath hitched to see Alphonse's dominant form before him, emitting a strong aura to induce dread.

“Let us get married.” Alphonse spoke up- ordered the priest.

“What?! Why would I? You are holding them captive-” He argued, refusing to become a part of someone’s devastation, refusing flat out.

“And if you don’t want me to shoot them then do as I say. It’s marriage, not the end of life.” Alphonse warned, pointing his gun at Aurelia’s Father again.

Aurelia gasped, she doesn’t need another example to realize he has no mercy, that his hand will not tremble to end what she loves.

“No, I will not! This is force!” The Priest said firmly, standing firm on his statement.

“Fine-” Alphonse was about to pull the trigger but Aurelia pulled his arm roughly, shaking her head vigorously.

“No, Alphonse!” Her exquisite form was in a state of mess, ruined makeup and hairs, an anguished heart.

“Please, do as he says. I am ready for this marriage.” She said hurriedly, losing her breath in appall to face the outcome of refusal.

“But-” He tried to argue but she reasoned.

“I ran from my marriage. I want to marry him. Please, help us. They are only acting, helping us.” She reasoned, spouting whatever was coming to her mind.

Tears gathered in her eyes, holding Alphonse with her cold hands, accepting all defeats to save them. He was so pleased.

“Aurelia!” Her Mother cried but everyone glared at her to seal her lips and go along.

“Please.” Aurelia pleaded.

The Priest was suspicious by pleading, not believing their story but he realized his actions would result in the death of an innocent.

“Okay.” Nodding, he cleared his throat, making arrangements for the marriage to take place.

“Fix yourself.” Alphonse ordered her, noticing her state.

“What’s the point of it?’ She asked back, eyes losing her shine, filling with a void.

“Do it.” He said in a low tone.

She scoffed and fixed herself the best she could and came back as they stood at the altar.

“We have now gathered today on his me-memorable day.”

The ceremony started, the stare blended with concupiscence and victory Alphonse delivered to Aurelia evoked immense repulsion.

“Say, I, Alphonse Jude, will hold her hand in happiness or sadness, love her eternally, bear responsibility.” He called, exchanging their vows.

Smirking, Alphonse was wallowing in the atmosphere of agony created in the air,

“Say, I, Alphonse Jude, will hold her hand in happiness or sadness, love her eternally, bear responsibility.” He said firmly.

But, she was frightened of what would happen next.

“Dear, Say, I, Aurelia Blue, devote my life to Alphonse Jude, to love a-and respect him.” He instructed.

Lowering her head, she could feel her strength leaving her body.

“I, Aurelia Blue… devotes my life to Alphonse Jude… to love and respect him.” Her voice was weak, hating the words leaving her lips unwillingly.

“D-Do you, Alphonse Jude, take Aurelia Blue as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asked, voice trembling in fear to legalize a forced marriage.

“I do.” He replied dominantly, hands resting his pockets, observing her body before devouring it.

“Do you, Aurelia Blue, take Alphonse Jude as your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked, turning to her but she remained motionless, shutting her eyes in anguish.

“Speak?” He called again, but the pain in her chest constricted her voice to speak, hurting her badly.

“Darling?” Alphonse called her, glaring at her to speak or else.

Shutting her eyes, she sniffed with a tear which marked the start of her painful journey with a ruthless man.

“I do.” She whispered, wiping her tears quickly, trying not to break before him.

“Good.” He whispered, taking a step closer.

“I pronounce you as Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Her heart rate dropped immensely but petrified when he was dangerously closer with fingers latching to her chin, restraining her eyes to cage with his.

“See what happens when you force me to do what I don’t want?” He whispered seductively, in her ears.

Her heart was about to leap out of her chest, emerging a loud breath of horror when his lips brushed against hers.

“Etch this in your mind as a lesson to never exert the leniency I provide.” He warned, pressing their lower bodies together.

Holding her waist rigidly to never let it go, ensure she remains where she belongs in his perfective- her arms.

“Mhm.” She nodded, trembling under his touch, holding her possessively with the anticipation of his next action.

“Don’t nod. Say, ``Yes.” He growled.

“Yes….” She spoke immediately with a croaky voice.

Humming, he wiped the tear glistening in the corner of her eyes and leaned down, pressing his lips over hers. Her breath hitched when he kissed her.

It was cold, held no emotions but rather a punishment for her to realize what happened when she went against the beast’s will.

Growling, he ran his hand in her hair, deepening the kiss, she shut her eyes, impotent to witness the depraved sight, her thumping uncontrollably.

“From now on.” He pulled away after satisfying his hunger, breathless, husky, pecking her lips for the last time.

Enunciating her fate, he had decided for her.

“You are my prisoner.”