Apparition

Chapter # 14

My eyes slowly opened, adjusting themselves to the light penetrating through the window; igniting the room. I narrowed my eyes and slowly sat up. I realized, that I am not in my room anymore. I am not in my soft bed but, rather on a mattress, which doesn't contain any comfort in it. The room is not mine either. It's a small room. There's a small stained glass window beside the mattress. The work on the window was lavishing. It's like the work of an evil aristocrat. It shows, people offering the soul of a baby to a devil. It's pure wicked, selling innocence to a Cruel Being. The way that glass was made is worth praising. How it's showing the subjugation of these people against this Ruthless Devil and made felt the same as them; feeling vulnerable before him, having nothing but to offer my soul just to save my loved ones. I gave that glass a look of pity and divert my eyes from that masterpiece. There are chair and table in the corner along with a small closet. The room was very small but, the lack of furniture made room to look somewhat big.

I hugged my knees close to my chest and put my chin on them. I know he took me here. I am so afraid of what he's gonna do to me. Just the thought what he might do to me is filling me with dread and undesirable anxiety which send shivers down my spine. I curled my toes and pulled the sheets over me. I am in a world ruled by his cruelty now. Now, my worth is nothing, I am just a prisoner in his domain, a toy, someone to do as, please. Just thinking about this is crumbling me apart.

I began to tremble when sudden breeze out of nowhere hit my petite form. I sniffed to not to cry. I hugged myself tightly. I offered my soul to him. I am his now. There’s no turning back now, all I could cry is to cry over my fate and continue to curse him. I stayed in the same position pitying myself for I don't know how long.

My terrifying form, began to shake violently when I heard the creaking sound of the door being opened. And the person with the glint of dark, malevolent silver eyes entered. The silhouette of his deadly and dark form elicits horror in me as a shiver filled with fright travelled to my very core. He took a step closer and his fierce form is now visible. Each step he took forward, immersed me in extreme dread. Petrified by his menacing plans to devour me and torture me endlessly, gave chills to my bone and drained my energy from me.

He came closer and bend to my level. I swallowed the lump in my throat and didn’t dare to lift my gaze and meet his mystifying one. I flinched when he touched my cheeks. I curled more, trying to not to feel the sensation of his tender yet repulsive touch. His knuckles caress my cheek- scaring me to death. His hand was caressing me as if I am a fragile being and too much force will break me. I slowly opened my eyes and met his yearning ones. Glistening with the desire to crave me which made my heart skip a beat. I gulp and looked at him timidly. He knew I am in distress just by his touch but that didn’t stop as he continued to do it as if he could ease my frights a bit- which is impossible.

“W-Where.. a-am I?” I asked in a barely audible voice. He affection eyes observed my afraid form and replied, “You are in the nightmare realm, Mary.” My heart stopped for a second when he called my name. My legs become weak when that heavenly voice called me. I gulped and moved back a little but his hand was still over my cheek, cupping it and rubbing circles with his thumb.

“W-What is this?” I whispered as a tear pricked in the corner of my eye.

“Your soul is held captive here. You are in my world.” He told me.

“I-I am not I-in h-hell?” I asked, terrified to no extent, pulling the sheet close to me as much as possible and holding them close filled with strange sensations of numbness.

“You want to?” He whispered with a glint of amusement in his voice while leaning close to my face. My eyes widened in horror as I shook my head ‘no’. He moved to cheeks, I convulsed tremendously, My heart thumped loudly, my breath becomes uneven when he was that close to me and my body cannot even more. His hand finally removed from my cheek as he put his hands on either side of me and moved to my ears, brushing his lips over it. He let out deep hot breaths which caused my hairs to stand on their edge, startling me in horror.

“I won’t even let you.” He whispered and place a kiss over my neck. I gasped and moved back and I began to cry. Curled like a ball, feeling powerless before the overwhelming power before me.

“Please..” I cried. Trembling continuously in dread. Frightened, with no hopes of salvation.

I began to breathe heavily. My heart began to thump loudly. He looked at me with those Silver eyes which caused me endless suffering. Throwing me into a pit filled with Turmoil. He gave me his usual mystifying look which shines with adoration and pity,

“You are in my realm… Your soul is in my possession and I can make you do anything for me but don’t worry. I won’t harm you.” He assured moving close. His words such in in-depth emotions in them and the persuasive voice stilled me but how can I believe a devil’s word? He who loves torture is now promising to not harm me. His words crushed more than his presence, tears streamed down as I was filled with consternation and fear. My breaths were loud enough to echo in the room. He knew that I am trembling from his dread. Feeling, like he can use clairvoyance and he predicted that I am going to crawl back again or pushed him away. He held my chin in a firm grip and forced me to look at him, staring deep in his eyes which held those emotions of endearment in them which I don’t want to accept at all cost and desire an eternal reprieve from these beautiful eyes but they have no intentions of letting it happen.

"How can I believe you?" I asked in low tone. "You don't have to." He replied.

"You hurt me the most." I whispered, hugging myself close.

"Cherished Possessions need extreme tenderness." His voice send shudders to my core. "Liberate me." I spoke in a barely audible tone.

"You are."

"I am not... I am nothing but a slave of your commands."

Tears form a screen in my eyes. His obscure eyes are replaced by his harsh and fierce look of fury. His ferocious aggressiveness shows that he's not going to let me leave this world that easily. Unless he torments me in an endless martyrdom and give me compassion for it and gonna repeat it like a loop. A loop of death to take my life out of me mercilessly. He's gonna indulge himself in the feeling of torturing me; Enjoying each and every moment of it while healing my scars with sympathy and adore to give me new ones...

The powerful intensity of his violent eyes is enough for me to be submerged in fright. He removed his hand and gave me a dominant look which tells me; Don't you dare to move. I remained still. My breath hitched as I clutched my dress tightly. He put the sheets over me to calm my shivering self. I unintentionally stopped my breath and shut my eyes, shaking with my heart beating at an abnormal pace. I didn't dare to move an inch, I just remained stilled.

I silently prayed to God, that he might get away. Hopefully, my prayers listened as I sensed him moving away from me. A heaved finally escaped my lips when he moved away. I gasped to regain my breath as I put my hand over my chest. I open my eyes and saw him leaning on the table. His arms were close at his chest. The sleeves of his black buttoned shirt- he always wore, were rolled upwards. He looked so flawless, a fascinating beauty which can never be explained by words. By using his perfect features and professional manipulation skills he can deceive anyone. That alluring devil can easily sway anyone on the snap of his fingers like their worth is nothing more than a mere ant in his eyes.

I pulled the blankets close to me and covered my scared form. His eyes continued to observe my every move like a predator. I put my breathing rate to normal which cause a terrific silence to took over the room. But this silence and tension in the air are far better than his vehement and deep voice.

"Who told you about that?" he decided to cut that thick layer of tension in the air and turn it into dread. I covered my face with the blanket and leave a peek hole through the blanket to look at him so, that he won't disappear and do something unimaginable. He gave me a look of disapproval but, still, I remained like that.

"T-that old woman; Emma." I stuttered. His jaw clenched, scaring me to no extent. I let out an involuntary screech and hid in the blanket. My fears were at their peak to see his fury. I don’t think I can bear it.

I gasped loudly when the blanket was removed. I looked at him holding the hem of my dress, moving back in terror. He just removed it from my face. He narrowed his eyes at me and gave me a look of tendency, it seems like he wanted to say something but, couldn't; the devilish nature of his didn’t let him. Something is bothering him, which is very unusual coming from a Devil. For an instant, He showed what he actually felt, his eyes show a mixed emotion of love and hurt. He was distress and desperate. His true feeling which embedded a strange sensation in my heart, which is neither dread nor hatred. It somehow, stopped my horrified self as I just stared back at his dolorous form which held the desire to obliterate my fear in them. I don’t even know whether I should believe those eyes of lies or not?

"Don't be afraid..." He said in a low voice. His every word linger with desperation. He means it, that he truly wants me to not to be afraid. He showed an immense look of affection. A precious look he gave me, filled with a feeling I never want to receive from him; Love. For a mere second, his eyes showed my worth in his eyes which is far greater than a precious gem and I denied that look before it could reach my heart. Even though That look doesn't last any longer than a second and His true feelings hidden in the mist of his unfathomable clouds again. But somewhere in my heart, I want to explore his mixed emotions.

He sighed and left me there; leaving me in those enigmatic thoughts which never crossed my mind before and I wouldn't let them either.

Leaving me in my nightmare, filled with his apparitions...