Blood Moon pack…
The cold floor freezes her body as she shivers. Her whole body feels sore, and her bones feel so numb. She has just been lying there weakly without no cloth to protect her from the cold that keeps penetrating her bones and killing her slowly.
Her stomach grumbles, and realization dawns on her that she hasn’t eaten for three days. For how long will she keep up with this punishment? It hurts badly, but what’s killing her the most is that she hasn’t been allowed to see her brother since she came to the castle. She hasn’t what the castle looks like after a long while.
“Anybody there? Can you get me some water, please?” She just wants to try her luck. Not that anybody will answer her anyway. Food is the least of her concern right now, but she needs water. Her throat feels so dry and she feels her whole body drained, her soul is leaving her slowly, and maybe just five drops of water can restore her energy, but sadly, as expected, he got no reply.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she manages to drag herself back until her back is pressing hard against the wall. She breathes heavily as she rests her heavy head on the wall. Her whole body itches her. What was she expecting when it’s almost one month since she last had her bath or even brush her teeth? She’s almost stinking to death. Her hair is so messy and dirty, the edges of her fingers are now rough with dirt underneath her nails. If she can turn out like this with just less than one month of being in the prison, she cringes at the imagination of what her brother that has been in the prison for two years, would be like. Who knows, maybe she won’t be able to recognize him again.
Hearing the rattling sound of the chain on the prison bar, she slowly raises her gaze to see the most despicable man standing in front of her. The beast she calls her father is right there staring down at her with pure disgust on his face. She wishes she can pounce on him and torture him until he begs her, not for mercy, but to be killed. Just how much he hates this disgusting man. Maybe the mood goddess wanted to punish them, that was why she cursed her and her brother with this beast to father them.
“I see you’re having a good time here, Lydia,” The corner of his lips twitches into a smirk as he stares down at her with a pathetic look on his face.
“Yeah, it feels so good to be here, but not as good as having you here with me, while I make you have a taste of this sweet moment here, all day,” She savagely replies to him, having a smirk on her lips. She’s in much pain and feels like crying her eyes out, she feels like screaming her lungs out and telling the whole world the pain she’s going through, but there’s no way she’ll cry in front of this monster. Not now, and not forever.
He stares at her unbelievably. He was expecting her to fall to her knees and worship his feet, he was expecting her to beg him for forgiveness and tell him that she’ll do whatever he asks her to do, but it seems like she’s just as strong and stubborn as him. At times he feels guilty doing this to the child he birthed, but he has to do this for a good reason.
“You’re still stubborn…” He utters in bewilderment.
“What do you expect? That I should fall to your feet and be your dog? Hell no, father…” Hearing her call him father breaks his heart and makes him feel guilty. He doesn’t deserve to be called her father, or maybe he just hates her so much that he doesn’t want her to call him that.
“Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be,” He shrugs, and she scoffs.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not your dog,” She replies to him sarcastically.
“Anyway, I’m here for something important. Do you want to talk with me, or I should leave?” He asks, squatting down in front of her, and she rolls her eyes as she turns her face away.
“Not like you’ll disappear from my presence if I tell you to, so why don’t you just say what you’re here for, and leave already? I can’t stand seeing you here, I feel so irritated,” She says to him rudely, expecting him to send a deafening slap to her face as usual, but he only frowns deeply, standing up to his feet.
“If you say so, then I’ll go straight to the point. I have a deal for you…” He drawls, and she raises her gaze to look at him.
“I’m not interested,” She replies to him casually, and he smirks.
“It’s an interesting one, and I bet you’ll love to do this, especially when you hear about the prize for it. Do you still not want to know about it?” He whispers to her, and she rolls her eyes. She suddenly feels curious about this, knowing the kind of tricky and cunning person this man is. For someone who can do and undo, then there’s nothing he can’t do.
“What’s it?” She finally asks after a long silence.
“That’s it right there. You’re saying the right thing now,” The corner of his lips slowly twitches into a smirk.
He brings out a rolled paper from underneath his garment, and unrolls it, revealing the painting of someone. He stares at it for some seconds, having a smirk on his face.
“I have an assignment for you. Probably the last one…” He pauses and throws the paper on her body.
She stares at him suspiciously for a minute.
“Come on, check it out already,” He urges her, and she glares at him, before picking up the paper. She unrolls the paper, and the painting of Cassie welcomes her.
“What do you think of me? I’m not a killer…”
“You ruined the first chance of saving your brother, and I’m giving you a second chance. If you fail this time around, I’m promising you that you’ll never see him again… And how about remaining here for the rest of your life?” He whispers to her, squatting in front of her, and her mouth drops open in shock as she stares at the painting. A drop of tears slid down her cheek. She would do anything to let her brother free from this bondage, but what’s she supposed to do now that it has involved killing someone who may even be innocent?
“You have just twenty-four hours to think about it. I’ll be here by this time tomorrow morning to conclude it. Do have a nice day,” And with that, he walks over to the gate, but stops and glances back at her.
“I’ll send someone to bring you some food and water,” He says before he finally steps out of the prison, and the guards lock it again.
Slowly, she picks up the paper from the ground, and stares at the painting in it, while having many thoughts rushing through her mind. Who could she be, and why does this man want her dead now?