>>Corvina
Thrown into a dark abandoned cellar, my already twisted foot hit the fra of the door, further twisting into an unrecoverable injury.
A sharp cry of pain escaped my lips as Agony shot through like a bolt of lightning, searing through every nerve ending and leaving gasping for breath while I went stumbling down the stairs.
The heavy door slamd shut, sealing in darkness as I hit the ground. I couldn't even protest as Hubert made it all so quick and walked away.
"No," Tears stung my eyes as I sank to the cold, hard ground, "No, wait," I tried to look back but his footsteps were already receding while my injured foot throbbed with an intensity that bordered on unbearable. Each movent sent waves of agony rippling through , "No," I ended up breaking down, "No..."
With trembling hands, I reached out, groping blindly in the darkness for any semblance of comfort, but the cold stone walls offered no solace. The air hung heavy with the scent of mildew and decay, suffocating with its oppressive weight.
This cellar was never used, the only thing it was used for in all the years was to imprison in it.
The only prominent sound in the dark room was the sound of my sobs.
Despair clawed at my chest, threatening to crush beneath its crushing weight as I struggled to make sense of my predicant. How did it co to this? I thought I was doing fine
Tear droplets fell to the floor
How did it get even worse than this? How? Just how?! I crawled on the floor, I couldn't get up, there was too much pain in my body. So, I dragged myself across the cold, unforgiving floor, my fingers scraping against the rough stone as I searched for a safe place to position myself.
My sobs wouldn't stop and hot tears kept rolling down my cheeks.
I roughly wiped my eyes and then continued my search. My twisted foot throbbed with every movent, sending waves of agony radiating through my body with every desperate crawl. Tears stung my eyes as I gritted my teeth against the pain, It felt as if shards of glass were embedded in my flesh, tearing at my nerves with a rciless ferocity
I patted my hands everywhere like a blind mole, trying to navigate my way.
It took a while but I got myself to a bed fra. It wasn't a bed, it just resembled that but it was made of stone. Once I got myself up on it, I tried not to move.
Even the smallest movent sent crucifying pain in my body. And only when I sat down and slumped against the back of the fra, did I realize I was sweating as well.
With every labored breath, I felt my strength wane, my vision blurring at the edges as waves of dizziness washed over as ti passed.
***
I was back here again. In a place where I was never able to tell how much ti had passed. Thrown in the dark cellar, locked away from the outside world.
I gulped, then scoffed at myself silently.
And I thought I'd be fine. I thought I'd get out of here peacefully.
I can't believe I even dared to try and get married to Lyal.
God,
Sothing must have been wrong with my mind.
As if, I'd be allowed that peace.
A thick fog of exhaustion descended upon like a heavy blanket, clouding my thoughts and dulling my senses. I wiped my hand on my neck and noticed that I was sweaty.
No, it wasn't only that.
I was feeling nauseous and sick. It must have been because of the injury.
I just hope I don't end up with a fever.
I could feel consciousness slipping through my fingers when soone knocked on the door
"My Lady," I recognized the voice imdiately, "Are you alright?" Hael knocked on the door again, "Lady Corvina?"
I didn't answer him
"Lady, the whole day has passed, I brought you so bread to eat."
Oh...
So, it must have gotten dark now.
"Lady Corvina?"
I turned my face in the direction where the voice was coming from. In the far distance I saw a tiny crack of light where two silhouettes of feet stood.
Oh, that's where the door is.
"My Lady, I'll push the bread through the crack, you should eat." His words stung at the strings of my heart.
Don't do this to Hael....
I stared at the bread he threw in... Don't do this to ... I don't want to have feelings for you... I don't want to do anything with this place...
"I'm not eating that," I said, "Leave,"
"My Lady," He refused to move, "You need to eat to survive,"
"Leave," I told him and although he didn't move, I refused to talk to him after that. He tried speaking but I closed my ears and holed myself in the corner. But try as I might, I couldn't make out the words anyway, couldn't focus through the haze of pain and exhaustion that clouded my mind and before I knew it, I passed out.
***
I don't know how much ti had passed when I woke up, but I woke up feeling horrible.
I looked around, I still couldn't see anything. I looked at the crack of the door and noticed no one was there.
I wonder when he left...
I gulped, trying to lubricate my dry throat. Hael didn't co to in the past when I was imprisoned... So why now?
I shook my head,
That's not important. What's important is the fact that in the end, my efforts bore no fruit.
It really is happening the sa way.
The path isn't the sa but the results definitely are. I never ntioned Hael during our etings, yet here I am.
At the exact sa dead end
Thrown in the cellar
Made fun of publicly, humiliated even, and now stuck
No one is going to co to help here.
No one,
***
As the faint sound of footsteps approached, my heart skipped a beat, knowing it was Hael. I shrank back into the darkness, my muscles tensing with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The cellar door remained firmly locked but his presence still managed to seep through the cracks.
For the past week, he's been coming here trying to feed bread but I haven't talked to him. I can't even move from this place. How am I supposed to get that far and get the bread anyway?
The head maid cos in before dawn and places a glass of water by the bed fra. That's all that I've been able to get into my body so far. She must have been how badly I was injured and how badly I needed a doctor but she didn't call for one. If nothing else, she could have done sothing about my ankle. It still hurts like crazy.
"My Lady?" He knocked on the door, "I brought food,"
As he stealthily slid the food through the narrow opening beneath the door, I couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions wash over . Part of longed to refuse his offerings, to sever the tenuous thread that bound us together and banish him from my thoughts once and for all. But another part, a stubborn remnant of the feelings I had tried so hard to suppress, yearned for his presence, his touch, his warmth.
He was the only one caring for
The only sole person who didn't want to starve.
And thus the reason why my feelings for him just wouldn't die.
With each visit, I found myself grappling with the sa internal struggle, torn between my desire to break free from him and the undeniable pull of the connection that still lingered. It was a tornting cycle of longing and rejection, hope and despair, that played out in the solitary confines of the cellar.
Each ti he offered sustenance in the darkness, it felt like a dagger twisting in my chest, a painful reminder of the emotions I had sworn to bury. After Lyal's betrayal, I was left with Hael again.
"I can't accept this," I whispered to myself, the words echoing in the suffocating silence of the cellar. But even as I said that, a part of rebelled against the notion, craving the comfort his offerings provided despite my best efforts to resist.
I have to distance myself, I have to...
"Why can't you accept it?"
!!???
I was not expecting him to hear that but since he did, the strings of my heart were tugged at again. In this lonely confinent I wanted so sort of interaction to happen to keep sane and when he replied to with that one simple line, it made feel better already.
"I can't move," I whispered
"You can't?" He paused, "Why?"
"I injured my ankle badly." I turned to look at it. After spending days in the cellar, I can now see things. I can't identify them properly, but I can see that they're there.
"...I see," He answered and walked away
!?!?!
Did-
I was shocked
Did he just lose interest and leave??
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