Chapter 4

Sarah was sweating profusely when she again woke up from her undesirable sleep and unanticipated slumber. She found herself wrapped up in a soft silk duvet as she opened her hazy eyes.

Her body tensed as she realized she was on the ground when she lost consciousness.

Looking around, she felt a slight change in the ambience, and an awful impression of apathy washed over her. Disquietude trickled inside her, the room was pitch dark, with no glow, it was just crooked and glacial chill. The chandeliers were no longer emitting lights instead the brightness was replaced with darkness. It was like the room was made up of ice making her bones cold.

As she tried to get up from bed, she found herself frozen in her spot. She tried again but it was like something was stopping her. There were no ropes, no restraint but still, she was unable to move.

She panicked.

The room commenced getting darker and colder by the passing flash. She couldn't explain anything, it was not like she could see anything earlier but this time it was pitch black. She tried to move but failed miserably.

Suddenly, the room had some light in it. A candlelit itself on the centre table located in front of the couch. It was still dark but now she could make out her surroundings. The action made her shocked.

She gasped while staring wide-eyed at the candle, she saw something moving beside it as her eyes roamed around.

That's when she noticed another presence in the room. As she looked at the couch, a scream left her mouth when she witnessed crimsons that had been haunting her every day of her life.

The crimson blood-coloured eyes made her body more chilled and panicked. Her breathing seemed to get shortened and she panted. The words and voice seemed to leave her mouth as she breathed terribly. She steadied her breath and tried to calm the panic bubbling inside her. She was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding her in a tightening grip. Heart pounding in her ears, she tried to scream.

And then she heard a high-pitched scream; she didn't realize it was her own until much later when colour drained from her face.

Her body didn't seem to cope as her consciousness decided to leave her.

She lost her senses immediately. The candle that was burning suddenly blew out and the room again become darker like her dreams.

A dark chuckle filled the room. Whoever the other presence was, was amused by this.

Falcon heard her screams. He was waiting at the door. He was worried about her but he couldn't do anything without the permission of his Lord. He knew he was inside and as long as he was with her, no upper power could touch her without his permission.

FALCON'S P.O.V

How would you feel when the person who was far more important to you than your own life, was suffering because of you? Terrible. That's what I was feeling. I never wanted this for her. I never wanted this for myself. But not everyone has choices. She didn't belong to our world. She was innocent. She didn't know anything about us. Her naive self thought that this was all but didn't know, this was just a beginning and there was more than this, which she wouldn't be able to take.

It tortured me to hear her screams, to watch her suffer.

But what could I do? Nothing. I could just watch her from afar, suffering. I wished that I could go back in time and tell her how much I loved her. I wish I could tell her how much she meant to me, how much she affects me in the worst possible ways.

I never wanted to see tears in those eyes. I never wanted to see her broken. I never wanted to lie. But guess what, I just fucking did!

I fucking lied to her about everything. About her father, about her mother, about me, about everything. Everything was a lie.

Guilt was that incessant throb in my heart, telling me I should apologize for being so callous. It might or might not stop after the apology. But my apology was nothing compared to the pain I had implemented on her. I had left her broken only for others to break her more. I was suffocating inside, that heavy feeling inside my chest was rising slowly.

But she could never be mine. The world would turn into hell if anyone comes in his way.

***

When it rained, the world usually softened around the edges; streets and sidewalks became a liquid mirror onto which lights and colours bleed. When it rained, everything became beautiful for a while. But that was not what troubled her.

She loved the rain. She loved the way it softened the outlines of things. How the world became softly blurred and it felt like she would melt right into it.

But not anymore. Nothing was the same about the droplets that were hitting the ground. She could hear loud and clear, the thundering storms and the falling of raindrops on the soft grass. But, nothing was beautiful. Everything was dark and cold just like the room she was trapped in.

She was wide awake for the past few hours. Her mind was doing flip-flops. She was scared of those bright red eyes and it was a bad thing that she could still imagine them staring right back at her whenever she looked at that couch. The room was dark and cold but not as cold as earlier.

Her thoughts were consumed by those wine eyes, who do those belong to? She partially had the idea but she was too frightened to even imagine. They terrified her more than anything. She tried to open the door when she woke up but her efforts were in vain. After trying hundred times and screaming for help, she felt exhausted. Now she was sitting in the corner hugging her knees with her head between them. Her body shook with every sob that escaped her, her hands trembling. Her eyes were closed and tears were falling out of them. She felt so helpless. Her father was right next to her in this mansion, and her once so-called best friends were in this mansion but no one tried to help her. She felt betrayed.

All the windows were locked. All the doors were locked except for the bathroom.

Her body stiffened when she heard someone unlocking the door. She sat frozen in her spot. She looked up from where she was sitting and saw a woman wearing a black long skirt with a white blouse, coming inside the room. A rope of anticipation gripped her.

Sarah didn't dare to get up from her spot. She didn't know what she should do. The woman looked around the room and placed something on the table right next to the bed. It was then that Sarah noticed something was in her hands. Sarah looked at her with an emotionless face.

"Your presence is needed." The woman said looking at her. Her eyes held warmth but Sarah was not going to be fooled by someone else too.

Sarah didn't say anything instead kept looking at her, her gaze was hard, making the woman nervous.

Her train of thoughts kept running. She didn't want to see those red eyes again. The mere thought of seeing them again sent shivers running down her spine.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said with an adamant voice. Her voice was laced with venom. She never thought that she would ever speak with this much venom in her voice.

The woman's eyes widen for a second.

"Please, it is not a choice but an order and I'm afraid if you don't do what he asked, you will be in trouble." The woman said and bowed her head and walked out of the room. Sarah was not affected, she was not someone's puppet. She would do what she wanted.

But deep down she also wondered if whatever the women said was true, would she be in trouble?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang on the door. She almost screamed when her eyes immediately follow the noise.

The door was opened by none other than Falcon. He was angry and she didn't want to know why. He was standing near the door with a frown on his face.

She looked at him and scrunched her face in utmost disgust. He wasn't bothered by this, not even a bit. He made his way towards her, grabbed her upper arm and her pulled her towards him. She yanked her arm back and took a step back.

"Don't touch me with those filthy hands, you asshole!" she said with gritted teeth. He didn't say anything. But his actions were enough. He again made a move to grab her but she moved backwards, glaring at him.

"I SAID STAY AWAY!" she yelled. His eyes softened for a second before he glared at her. She was scared he could tell.

"Don't make this hard for yourself, Sarah. Please just come with me," he said with pleading eyes. His voice was soft, unlike his heart.

"Everything is already hard for me," she whispered with toxicity. He took a step forward and again grabbed her arm but this time gently but with a tight hold. She tried to yank her arm but his grip was strong. It was not hurting but it was not light. She screamed at him but he kept dragging her towards the door.

"Let me go you moron!" she screamed but unheard. Falcon crossed the hallway. She couldn't keep up with his pace. He was fast. His long legs were making it difficult to cope with him. She stumbled and lost her balance when her feet tumbled and she almost fell. But before she could hit the floor, warm pair of hands wrapped around her delicate waist and hoisted her up. Falcon positioned his hand under her knees, the other on her back and picked her up bridal style.

She gasped all of a sudden and started thrashing in his hold.

"Put me down Falcon!" She yelled at him. But he paid no attention to her. He was getting late. He was ordered to bring her to his office. And he knew if he would put her down, she wouldn't be able to catch up. And he couldn't delay anymore. She hit him on his shoulder. But Falcon remained unaffected.

Falcon took a right turn. After like two minutes, they stopped in front of two large wooden doors. Falcon put her down and grabbed her arm. She tried to move but her attempts were in vain.

"Where are you taking me?!" She asked looking at him with anger. He looked down at her. His eyes roam around her body. She was wearing the same dress. Her hair was messed up. She had dark circles around her eyes. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. She was a mess.

'A beautiful mess' he thought.

Falcon opened the door with his other hand and dragged her along.

As she entered the room, the hairs on her body stood up. She had goosebumps all over her body. Without a single word, Falcon left the room, locking it from outside.

Sarah gasped when she heard the click of the door. She ran towards the door and tried to open it but it was locked.

Her body was trembling because of two reasons, first, the room was awfully cold and second she was petrified. She looked around but couldn't see a thing, the room was dark, the only light in the room was coming from a small lamp in the corner. She could make out her surroundings but not clearly.

As she looked towards her front when a scream left her lips. Her back hit the door as she backed away.

Those red eyes were staring at her.

She banged on the door hard.

"Open the door, please! Help! Falcon please help me!" She screamed. Her eyes were blurry because of tears flowing through them. She breathed heavily as anxiousness swallowed her.

She froze when she heard someone chuckle behind her. At this moment she was scared, horror-stricken. She slowly turn around and looked at those eyes. But she couldn't see a thing. The lamp was still on but her blurry eyes were making it difficult for her to see anything. The red eyes were gone all of sudden.

She was having a panic attack. Her breathing was uneven, the heart was pounding heavily. She was sweating, and having chills. Her body was trembling. Her hands were numb.

"Don't go fainting on me again," she screamed in pure terror as the voice whispered near her ears. And she did the only thing she has been doing since she had been kidnapped.

She screamed.