Devil's Prison

Chapter # 13

After their so-called marriage, he took her back to his mansion, dragging her back to the luxury she ran away from.

But this time all of it would be forced upon her.

“Leave me!” She tried to shout but his grip on her wrist was iron, refusing to leave her.

Forcing her steps to match with his while she continued to whimper and whine to stop.

“Let me-” Before she could yell or hit him he pushed her inside his room.

It was exquisitely embellished to show he already planned to make her his bride.

“Now you stay right here.” He growled, locking the room from outside and leaving her all alone.

Dressed elegantly in the adorned room to think it was desirable, but it was certainly not.

“Alphonse! Let me go!” She shouted hitting the door constantly, calling anyone to open the door but her pleas were ignored.

“What are you going to do now?” Louis asked worriedly.

“Handle Elliot. I will freshen up and greet my bride till then.” He smirked darkly, unbuttoning his coat.

“Yes, Boss.” Nodding, he left.

In the room alone, Aurelia smeared all the flowers, throwing them, crushing them, turning the room majestically decorated into bits, scowling her fury out.

Losing her mind and breathing, she ran her hand in her hair, falling on her knees, releasing the voice of anguish struck in her throat.

“I will never forgive you, Alphonse…” She whispered, wiping the tears on her cheek.

Her heart turned void, rubbing her lips which touched his harshly, hoiping to rip her skin where he touched her.

“I hate you.. I hate you…” Hissed, she closed her eyes and remained like this for a while.

Eyes closed, sitting on the ground with her back resting on the bedpost, face hidden in knees.

She remained like this for a long time until her heart was nullified from emotions or heartbreak, overflowing with grief to call it a day to mourn.

When she stopped expectations for the final moment rescue from Elliot, realizing nothing could save her at this point.

“You will pay.” Snarling, she forced herself to stand and went to his gigantic wardrobe and saw her clothes there as well.

Bringing a growl on her face, the expensive clothes at his moment only enhanced her fury.

Cursing under her breath, she grabbed anything and changed her dress, washing her face, wiping the make up.

But the reflection in her mirror showed she was trapped in his prison.

She was chained with no escape anymore.

“Dammit!” Slamming her hand on the counter, walking out, trying to perceive how to escape this trap.

She would never accept this virulent life with him.

“Do something, Aurelia, Do something.” She muttered, pacing around the room but her mind was empty.

And with the passing time, her nervousness was growing wild to fathom what he would do, aware of his hysteria, she was frightened to be touched by him.

“Calm down, Aurelia.” Scolding herself, she took a deep breath, hugging her sides, she was taking deep breaths to find a reason.

She would never let him r****h her.

But before he tied her down and force himself upon her, she had to make up a reason to stop him-

Her perspective of what Alphonse will do.

The sound of the door unlocking came, freezing her body in fright, drying her throat.

Her breath became heavy, intoxicating her mind in terror when his steps approached her.

Stay strong, Aurelia. She reminded herself, not moving an inch.

He came closer, closer.

She wanted to yell, scream, hit, do anything other than give him a glare, but couldn’t.

Because she was overwhelmed.

By fear.

“Are you satisfied now?” She asked vaguely, trying her best to sound depressed and innocent.

“Not yet.” He replied huskily, placing his hand on the bedpost, trapping her in his arms.

“This is not the end of it, I won’t let it be.” He breathed out.

“What more do you want now?” She asked, her voice falling lower than a whisper, holding the hem of her dress.

“What more do you desire after stealing everything from me?” Her voice cracked for a moment, shivering by his predatory eyes scanning her form.

“What is left after imprisoning me?” She asked hopelessly.

I became his prisoner. What is left to do now?

She took a step back, unable to bear the intensity when his smirk grew darker.

“Not. Yet.” He repeated his words, approaching her like a hunter, aware of the power he held on her at the moment.

She was defeated.

“What do you want?” She asked, losing her breath, impotent to link her eyes with his.

A violent shiver traveled down her core when his hand wrapped around her waist.

“Much more than capturing you.” He chuckled darkly.

“Let me go.” She said breathlessly, holding his collar.

But with a suppressed laugh, his grip tightened.

Now, he can’t let his prey go, can he?

She gasped and continued to shiver under his hand latched to her skin. “No.” He replied temptingly, moving to her ears.

His other hand twirled her locks in his fingers, moving her head to the side so he could gain access to her neck.

“Why are you doing this, Alphonse?” She asked, closing her eyes, refusing to witness his next act.

“Hmm?” He paused, implanting a soft kiss on her neck.

“What pleasure is my misery going to provide you?” She asked, hopeless before his power.

He was pleased by the intoxication his skin held on hers as if it was made to blind her in his charm.

So perfect in his perspective, but torturing to hers.

“Why are you doing this?” She almost moaned.

“Why, you ask?” He responded after a devilishly long time, sucking on her neck.

“Because I want to intoxicate your mind with my whispers.” He whispered seductively in her ears, turning her around.

She felt frozen by his intense words, his intentions to break her.

He pressed his chest on her back firmly, moving his hand to her midsection as her legs gave up on her, shutting her eyes.

“Fill it with my desires.” He cooed in her ears, leading down gradually to her neck.

“With my thoughts.” Continuing on her neck, she could feel her heartbeat raging uncontrollably at the moment.

No one is going to save her from this beast.

“With my voice.”

She was lost.

“With me.” Panting, she couldn’t move when his hands were affixed on her body.

Locking her in place to feel his touch, feel the revolt of it, breaking her heart.

But the chain was to perfection, as he might call it.

“So the next time the thought of hurting me crosses your mind-” Pausing, he held her neck, indicating her life in his hands now.

She is in his cage now.

“-It hurts you more than it would hurt me.” he laughed menacingly in her ears, showing he was successful after countless efforts in stealing her from the world.

“Alphonse, No..” She shook her head, terrified of him at the moment, declining the fate he was going to write.

But, nothing could stop him anymore.

She unleashed his beast.

“No, No, Dear. No words can help you.” He hummed, biting her neck, leaving strained harsh sucks so his mark could be imprinted on her skin.

“You should have thought about it before.” He growled, leaving a final kiss before pulling away.

“You should have thought about your actions before provoking me.” He hissed, losing his patience, infuriated.

“You should have.” He whispered, biting her earlobe.

He loved how she knew her position, her powerlessness.

“It’s too late now.” He told her the bitter reality.

“No…” She quivered.

She knew one wrong action would cost her more than she could imagine.

“Are you going to hurt me?” She asked sorrowfully.

“Are you going to hurt your Blue?” She asked, hoping her innocence might evoke a shred of compassion from him.

But it was too late for worldly deception.

“Ah, no, no, no.” He shook his head, forcing her to look at him.

“Why would I do this?” He murmured in a tempting tone.

And in a bare heartbeat, his amusement faltered when he gripped her jaws, forcing her to look at him, to witness what she forced him to become.

“I am not going to hurt you, Aurelia.” He snarled, staring dead into her soul with the declaration of his plan.

“I am going to break you.”