Lost
972 Words
I was no longer in that cold, stone cell. Now I was lying on a soft bed, surrounded by lavish furniture that felt out of place, like I’d been dropped into a stranger’s life. Soft fabrics, polished wood, and intricate decorations filled the space. This wasn’t a prison cell—it was a room fit for royalty.
My head throbbed, and my mouth was dry, tasting faintly of whatever bitter liquid Damien had forced me to drink. As I blinked, the room around me sharpened into focus.
And I hated it.
I tried to move, but my wrists were bound to the headboard with silk ties. Silk. They wanted me restrained, but they didn’t want me bruised. A twisted kind of hospitality.
As I struggled against the bonds, the door creaked open, and Damien stepped inside, his calm gaze meeting mine. He looked as if he hadn’t a care in the world. A tall, composed vampire with sharp, silver eyes that seemed to see straight through me.
“Good. You’re awake,” he said, his voice smooth as ever, like this was all perfectly normal.
I glared at him, pulling at the ties. “Let me go.”
He just watched me, that faint smile of his never leaving. “Do you think I’m that foolish? If I let you go, I imagine you’d try to claw my eyes out.”
“I’d do a lot worse than that,” I hissed. The anger was a shield, one I clung to desperately. Without my wolf, all I had was my defiance.
Damien sighed, almost as if he were disappointed. “I don’t want this to be difficult, Liana. I’d rather we not start things off with pointless struggles.”
“Oh? So, chaining me up and drugging me was your idea of a warm welcome?”
He tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “I needed to make sure you’d behave.”
“Behave?” I scoffed. “I’m not some pet you can just tame.”
He crossed the room slowly, stopping at the foot of the bed. “I think you’ll find that I can.”
I clenched my teeth, staring him down. “You have no idea who I am. You might think you’re in control, but I’ll never be yours.”
Damien raised an eyebrow, his gaze challenging. “We’ll see.”
We stayed like that for a moment, locked in a silent battle of wills. Then, he stepped back, giving me a once-over, almost like he was sizing up a new possession. It made my skin crawl.
“You’re part of my household now,” he continued, his voice calm and smooth. “You can either cooperate and make things easier for yourself, or you can fight me every step of the way. It doesn’t matter to me, but I can assure you… I don’t lose.”
My heart pounded in anger, and I forced myself to hold his gaze, refusing to give him any sign of weakness. “Then I’ll make sure you lose this time.”
Damien’s smile was infuriatingly calm. “Stubbornness is expected. But don’t let it turn into foolishness, Liana.”
He moved closer, and I instinctively pulled back, my body pressing into the headboard. He stopped just inches away, his gaze dark and unreadable, but with a flicker of something… strange. A mix of curiosity and challenge.
“What do you want from me?” I demanded, my voice tight.
“For now?” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. “Just your cooperation.”
“Why me? Why capture a werewolf?” I pressed. “You must have other ways to get whatever it is you need.”
He paused, his expression unreadable. “Your kind are… unique. Rare, even. A werewolf with your bloodline—one as fierce and powerful as you—will serve a special purpose.”
I narrowed my eyes, studying him. “Special purpose? Care to enlighten me?”
His silence stretched between us, heavy and cold, and I could tell he wasn’t going to reveal anything more. Frustration bubbled up inside me, but I swallowed it down, focusing on my breathing. I had to stay calm and keep my wits about me. Losing control wouldn’t help me here.
After a moment, he reached out, his hand brushing a stray hair from my face. I flinched, but he didn’t pull back, his fingers lingering just long enough to make my skin prickle.
“I don’t need to tell you everything,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “Just know that you’re here for a reason. In time, you’ll understand.”
“I don’t care about your reasons,” I replied, my voice low and steady. “I only care about escaping.”
Damien gave a small laugh, shaking his head slightly. “You’re relentless, I’ll give you that.” He straightened up, turning toward the door. “I’ll send someone with food. Rest while you can. You’ll need your strength.”
And with that, he walked out, leaving me alone, the door closing with a soft click. As soon as he was gone, I pulled at the silk ties, testing their strength again. I was so close to snapping one, but my hands slipped, the fabric digging into my wrists.
Frustrated, I slumped back against the headboard, my mind racing. This wasn’t over. I’d find a way out of here, and when I did, Damien would regret ever bringing me here.
I closed my eyes, trying to reach for my wolf, to feel that familiar warmth and strength. But once again, there was nothing. Just silence.
Without her, I was lost. But I wouldn’t let that stop me. I might be alone, but I wasn’t broken. Not yet.
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