Chapter 8: Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

ROXANNE

It was going to be solitary confinement…

Hearing those words I fell to my knees pleading to deaf ears as the guards seized me as instructed, my screams stretched in the distance at the doorway stood the same woman that I had seen when I gained consciousness looking back at me with pitiful eyes.

“Be careful with her." I heard her voice as she faded away out of view. Some part of my mind wondered if she truly cared…Were they not birds of a feather?

It was all like a moment of madness, one moment I was hoping that I had finally had my redemption and was freed from the shackles of my brother, and in the next, I was facing another man's wrath.

I was starting to think there was something about me that repels men—

As I was dragged all through the way tossed and turned by these same genders, who laughed heretically at each opportunity they had, when I was tossed Into the cell finally it came to me more as comfort and a happy ending from all the psychological torture.

I sank into the ground verbally shaken, I didn't dare look around for once. The whole state of the dungeon looked to be an absolute mess

“Why are all these happening?" I spoke into the thin air crying as I fell on my knees.

The fact was I wanted all of this to stop…

The fact remained that I was confused about all of what was happening, I couldn't understand why he had acted that way, almost like Zane.

I lay on the smelly ground curled up as I sniffed myself to sleep, occasionally the sound of rats scrambling around the cell made me cringe, but soon none of it mattered as I found a not-so-good peaceful sleep.

*****

Was I cursed?

Am I an author of my fate?

Turns out those were questions I wouldn't be able to answer till the end of eternity, here I was in the same mess that had tormented my soul for years and the truth was it wasn't even my fault.

Here I was wallowing In darkness… It had been three days since I was locked in here and there had been hardly any food, at this moment I would wager even my soul to get back home to my brother Zane

The thoughts of all of these kept going back and forth in the array of my mind, I heard the door slam and instantaneously I was on my feet.

“Is there anyone out there?" I called out into the impeccable darkness that looked to devore every part of the room.

At first, it looked like I was being all paranoid, and perhaps the thought had merely been at the back of my mind so I listened.

In the distance, I could most definitely hear the sound of water dripping slowly from a broken pipe as an offensive stench filled the room and the wind breezed through.

Still, I was so certain all of this couldn't as well be at the back of my mind, it was all messy quite alright and I might have started hallucinating but If there was anything I was sure of at that moment it was most definitely the fact that I was not alone.

I could hear the footsteps now and shirked, I was about to let out a piercing scream when two soft hands covered mine from the other side of the bars.

“Shh…” a finger motioned to me. " We wouldn't want to alert any of the guards, trust me."

The fact that it was feminine filled me with a kind of relief, slowly, the sounds of the impediñg scream that was at the back of my mind faded away, and replaced by it was a feeling of temporary comfort that didn't last as I was starting to feel aggravated again.

I knew rescue wasn't coming, so this had to be one of them. Realizing that I took a few steps away.

“Who are you?”

The question fell out of my lips before I could even stop it, at that moment I couldn't help how my heart pounded heavily. If there was anything I could tell about this other person it was the fact that it was feminine, other than that there was nothing that gave away any of her features as she had a cloak on.

She walked into view, and as she did the hood came off exposing her almost familiar face.

Closing the space that had once been between us and blocking out any remaining source of light, I could feel my heart race.

I wonder what she was doing there in the dungeon breathing the same air as I was.

“You." That was all I could say.

There was a moment of silence too long as I studied her face— Clean, pale, and pretty, and with hair the color of mine falling haphazardly, wild, and unkempt from having them in a hood.

“We don't have much time, so I had to bargain with the guard."

I couldn't tell what she meant by that, but guess that explained why her hair was all messy.

Looking at her at certain angles, she looked

devastatingly attractive and had a distinct scent.

She passed a cup to me and I took it all in three cups, I wiped the fresh milk from my mouth and munched at the baked bread with gusto.

At one point, I stopped. I couldn't but look back at the woman who had not only nursed me back to health but was also sneaking food in.

“Thank you," I muttered with my eyes all watery.

"You are welcome.”

I could feel that anxiety in my chest that was filled with questions, each thud in my chest, sent a shiver up my nerves as a burst of undiluted adrenaline flowed through, my core clenched, and I took a step back from her to study her more definitively.

“But why, why are you helping me."

Deep inside of me, I felt that need for an answer. I wanted to know her reason for all of this, she couldn't have as well ignored me like the rest but here was she.

I watched her, she grinned, showing bright white teeth. She looked prettier as the moonlight shone on her face held just one emotion —sympathy.

Gathering up the plates and cup and not saying a word, she looked back at my face, and just when I thought she would answer what I had just said, she merely said.

“Goodbye,” she chuckles, her voice low.

She was about to reach the door when I spoke out.

“At least what is your name?"

“Kara, my name is Kara.”

The heavy door closes.

****

Hearing her speak her name does something to bring calm to my soul, do I have a friend now?

I hear as she races up to the basement, flinging the door open. She shuts it behind her silently.

I stood there breathing heavily into the darkness. Now that I was better fed I could feel the adrenaline wearing off, it left behind a series of emotions as every part of my body ached. Including my heart.

Her heart hurts the most and I grit my teeth, refusing to let out the pain and anguish I was starting to feel.

A tear ran down my eyes and this time It wasn't from the fact that I was sad but it was that euphoric feeling I got for being looked upon as a person for once.

I could barely see through my tears, my body was visibly shaking as I took steps back fumbling around in the darkness, feeling my way back to where I had been sitting.

Deep in my mind, I replay every stupid mistake I made in my mind up to this point, reliving every moment I had to run away from even my pack.

I had ample opportunities to escape Zane. But instead, I played right into his hands over and over again.

The darkness suffocates me still draining all of my strength, slowly I realized that I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't stop pushing.

I press myself against the basement wall again, sliding down to the floor, with my head in her hands. I had to do this, I thought to myself.

I reached out into the corner of the cell where I had pushed the fork I had sneaked out of the plate that had the bacon while I ate earlier.

I pulled at it, gripping the handle like a lifeline. Pushing every other thought from my mind, I dragged it across the wooden floor.

As I did, a drop of tear ran down the creek of my face and dropped to the ground.

I was ending this, it seemed more like a blissful ending with no happily ever after.

I shut my eyes embracing darkness, ready to drive the utensil deep into my guts.