Devil's Prison

Chapter # 11

Aurelia was in her wedding dress, the well-fit mermaid gown adorned with laces, enhancing her elegance, suiting her almost blueish-white eyes.

“Ah. This day is finally here. I am so happy, Elle.” She grinned, holding her friend’s hands tightly.

Happiness overflowing in her chest, a grin, not leaving her lips to find her as a bride.

“Me too. I hope nothing ruins this day.” She breathed out in tension, lowering her head.

“Me too.” She nodded, not wanting a curse to follow her gaiety and steal the endearment she finally attained.

“I am worried, Aurelia.” Elle whispered, swallowing hard.

“Why?” She asked in bewilderment, checking herself out in the mirror.

“You know… he is released today as well.” She said with tension building in her chest. To think what he could do for her increased her distress.

“What if he crashed your wedding?”

She didn’t want her friend to be involved in unwanted stress.

“Don’t jinx my marriage by his name.” Aurelia hissed, her core burned in rage to think about him.

“But, I am scared for you.”

“He doesn’t know anything, before he will know it. I will be bound eternally to Elliot.” She enunciated, rolling her eyes off and smiling brightly again.

She was only focused on her memorable moment.

“I won’t let anyone, not even him, raze this day.”

Her mind was ready to be blank but not think about the consequences of deceiving which are going to be fatal for both her and people around her.

“I pray for your happiness.” Elle grinned, giving her shoulder an assuring squeeze.

Returning the grin, she nodded in agreement, lost in the beauty of this day.

“Yeah, nothing else could steal this day from me. It’s mine.” She whispered with a tear in the corner.

Content was overwhelming her heart but it couldn’t remain longer when the door opened and Alphonse entered.

“Yeah, Darling, Nothing but one.”

Wearing a white shirt with a three piece suit jacket, dressed handsomely with a brooch on his lapel.

“Though I must admire your delusion.” He mocked, gelled hair along with the first two buttons to reveal his toned chest.

“You? What are you doing here?” Aurelia asked, gasping at his abrupt presence. Moving back, she pressed herself against the dressing table.

“This is not a nice way to speak to your guest.” He shrugged, approaching her with steady steps, hands resting in his pocket.

Eyes burning with fury but he hid it professionally under the facade of dominance, smirking sinfully at her angelic form.

“Get the hell lost. Get out of my life.” She snarled, growing perturbed to think how he managed to enter.

“Sweetheart, I just entered, I have no intentions of leaving this early.” He hummed, placing his one hand across, trapping her in his arms.

His eyes strictly joined with hers, indulging in her powerlessness even after the premium security.

“Alphonse, No…” She whispered, hoping she could manipulate him into her innocence but not anymore.

“You know what? I had two things in mind.” His smirked darkened, gleaming his vile intentions.

“Either attend this auspicious event and afflict it later, you know, forcing you to cheat on him with me.” Letting out a suppressed at his own dark thought, she gasped, pressing herself back more in fear.

“Or… I steal his bride from him or even better, kill him.” He sighed in disappointment.

“But then I realized he is the major and the security is a damn nuisance.” He was excited to fathom how worthwhile the sight would be if he killed him before her eyes.

“Are you out of your mind!? Do you even know what you are saying?!” She yelled and was about to push him away but he gripped her wrist harshly, yanking her body to his.

“Lower your voice, anyone might listen.” He growled, earning a wince by his firm grip, forcing her to press her body against his.

“I don’t mind creating a scene. But it might soil your image, Captain Aurelia Blue.” Chuckling darkly in her ears, he sensed her shivered, loving her frightened after knowing he had their lives in his palm.

“Why are you ruining my day? Are you going to give me misery?” She asked, voice breaking in defeat.

Terrorized to think what he could possibly do.

“I think you know. This act of innocence will lead you nowhere.” He scoffed.

“I won’t be swayed a second time.” He hissed, breaking her affectation, the acting she was doing to win his feelings but failed.

“You-” Snarling after realizing acting is meaningless, she grabbed her scissors nearby and was about to attack him.

But holding her wrist, he twirled her around to pressed his chest firmly against her back, bodies sharing warmth. “Ah, wild.”

Humming seductively, he took out his gun and traced it over her lips. “I like it.” He whispered, kissing her neck.

“Let me go!” She growled, trying to struggle, turning his grip rigid, he growled in her ears.

“Stop moving.” He snarled, throwing his gun to Louis and grabbed her throat perfectly and the other hand locked her wrist on her midsection.

“There, all caged.” He smirked, breathing heavily in her ears. Shivering violently at his proximity, she felt her heart race enhancing.

“You-” She was about to cursed but his grip tightened on her throat,

“Don’t forget I have your throat in my hand.” He snarled, hands leaving marks on her skin but he loved how she whimpered under his arm.

“What-” She was about to speak but he covered her mouth when Louis dragged her parents inside the room with their mouths covered and hands tied, sobbing.

“Ma- Mhm!” She couldn’t move when she saw them.

To see the people who gave her a beautiful life are in this state broke her heart. She felt defeated.

“Don’t scream. Ah, the heartfelt elderly couple loving their daughter.” Her parents cried, horrified by the sight where Alphonse held her without any intention of letting go.

“I wish these kinds of parents would have adopted me as well, hmm?” He whispered temptingly in her ears, lips brushing against to sense her quivers.

“Mhm!” She tried to endeavor to get out or at least save her parents but to no avail.

His people have invaded her unforgettable day, converting it into apprehension.

“Sweetheart, you are utterly trapped in my domain.” He growled, pressing his body against her, indulging in her sensation of being in her vicinity.

“Resist as much as you want, this will only increase my urge to make you even more miserable.” He laughed wickedly, licking his lips in thrill, forcing her to stare into his burning gaze.

Flickering with the desire of vengeance for the ruse she entangled him into.

“Oh, is it getting hard to breathe?” He smirked at her barely controllable state, removing his hand from her mouth as she gasped loudly for air.

“Don’t… please…” She said breathless, heartbeats suffocating her chest when he held her throat again.

“That’s the please I wanted to listen to..” He hummed, pecking her neck again but closing her eyes, she felt powerless.

She knows he is heartless and one action would initiate a bloodbath.

“Please…” She whispered, trying to fight her tears, refusing to maintain eye contact but disobedience was no option.

“Good. See, now you are being a good girl.” He smirked, extremely pleased at her subjugation, aware of her position and his power.

“Let them go. What do you want?” She asked in a vague whisper, looking at his aversing eyes with her exhausted ones.

“You.” He said seriously, locking his eyes to witness her staggering.

“What?” With widened eyes, she was, praying she heard him wrong but to no avail.

“I want you.” He whispered huskily, brushing his lips on her cheeks.

“Become my bride.” Confessing his darkest desire, tightening his grip over her body.

“You have to be kidding me, Alphonse.” She whispered, terrified of his dark intentions.

“Today is my wedding, I am going to become someone else’s wife.” She whispered desperately, her friend and parents were caught, she had nowhere to escape before shedding blood.

“Please don’t do this.” She tried to bargain with this devil but failed.

All she could do was to plead but her words were meaningless.

“Do you think I care? If you get married, I will kill him and then force you to marry me.” He threatened her openly, remembering about the time she hit him, how she humiliated him before everyone.

“How does that sound?” He hissed, forcing her to go along with his demands.

“No… Please…” With tears blurring her vision, she shook her head, impotent to bear with this but it constricted her chest.

“You know I could do it.” He whispered, yanking her face towards him.

“So you better f*****g do as I order quietly before I use force.” He scowled in a whisper before letting her go as she coughed, trying to fill her lungs with some air he restricted.

“You wouldn’t want me to rage more than you already did.” He said dominantly, grabbing her wrist, pulling her closer.

“Please don’t ruin my life.” She requested, holding his lapel, losing her breath but the supremacy he held.

“Too late for that. You threw the life of a Queen I offered.” He shook his head, index finger on the side of her face, leaning down to her neck slowly, painfully.

“You chose this suffering.” He hissed, reminding her of the consequences of the path she had chosen.

“I would never fall for you, you will ravage both of us by this bond.” She said, averting her gaze.

“Sounds perfect. I was craving some pain too.” He smirked, indulging how she is in his grasp now.

“And now, you go and tell your Elliot- Actually you know what? f**k him.” He shrugged, grabbing her waist firmly, imprisoning her in his arms.

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