Chapter 49 49
Most of the time, I felt the room was being haunted. I got scared when everything turned dark, and when I dozed off, I felt someone was staring at me and sometimes laughing…Yet, I saw no one in the room even once.
I thought, could it be the room where they execute people? It was so bloody as though it hadn't ever been washed since it was made. Could it be the souls they executed here scaring me all the time?
But I really had no business with them, so why would they come after me when the one who ordered their execution was living happily? I wanted to get away from the room, but the huge door that I saw didn't look like it had ever been opened.
And the worst? I was damn hungry.
I won't even eat in this kinda place, so I just wanted to get out and fill my belly.
About four nights passed, and no one came for me…not even my master. I wanted to cry, but I held myself because I was already weak enough to lose more strength. To stay without me for days and not seem bothered just meant that I was overthinking when he took me into that fake realm, and was acting all lovely, when he was the cruelest being on earth.
If my brother and I were to survive if he ascended, then I would pray for that. But deciding on this kind of situation I put myself in was so tough.
Maybe River was right indeed. I should have kept hiding in the human realm, and the faes wouldn't have known about me. Because how long was this going to keep happening? Would he keep punishing me each time his council members mention that I should be executed, just to please them?
As I struggled to my feet, I heard a sound at the huge gate I had just mentioned. At first, I thought maybe someone was trying to open it, before a weird thought slammed into my mind. ‘It could be a ghost, looking for a way in.’ I thought and shut my eyes.
I stiffened, my eyes shut, my heart wavering, when brightness shone at my face. I couldn't stand ignoring what was going on, so I opened my eyes to see two men and two women walking in.
My face chiseled. The men walked forward first, and one of them introduced, “We are Ember Knights of the Realm, and his Sovereignity had ordered that you wipe this whole room before you're released. Otherwise, you're going to keep staying here,” he stated and stepped back, then the ladies walked forward.
One of the men turned around and ordered, “Bring them in…”
My lips hung open. I really didn't know what to say.
Dragon Sovereign ordered what? Instead of him getting me out of here, he was making my life get worse. How was I supposed to clean a vast room like this, stained with so much blood, with an empty belly?
Five other men came in with gallons of water, while the ladies were with huge buckets, sponge and detergents.
“It doesn't matter how many days it would take you to be done. But once you finish the task, we will take you out,” the Ember Knight or whatever he called himself said, and they all left at once.
I stared at their retreating figure, my palm clenching into a fist.
With how my chest was swelling, I wanted to get that man and smack him so hard across his face. What kind of person was he? I didn't know he was this coldhearted until now.
If I screamed at those Knights, they could punish me for disrespecting their ruler.
I was fuming in rage and wanted to pour out my heart.
I hate him so much. He finally gave me a reason to hate him so damn much.
And so? What if his people wanted me dead? He should have just killed me when he saw me; instead, he brought me here to pass through what I knew nothing about. Had he destroyed the fae realm yet?
Oh, goddess mother! I was sweating so much, my legs were trembling from how weak I was, yet this was what I was expected to do on an empty belly.
I prayed to be his slave, thinking it would minimize my labor, but it only worsened it. He must think I couldn't poison him to death, and all those could be because of how close I had been towards him.
“How annoyed are you, fae slave?” I suddenly heard his voice, which made me shudder. “I’ve been listening to your mind, and you seem to have a lot to say. Is the room too small?”
My brows wrinkled. Did he just ask me that?
“What if I died in the process? You know I haven't eaten for days now.” I tried to lower my voice so I wouldn't worsen things for myself.
He scoffed, “But you should be happy that I saved your life. Do you know how many days it took me to persuade them that you aren't dying unless I say so?”
“Thats not an excuse! Just agree that you're coldhearted…”
“Did I ever tell you that I'm kindhearted? You assumed that, so get to work to get out,” he gestured, as though it were just a simple task.
I bit my lower lip, glaring at him. Why can't I kill him? If I had my powers…
Oh, goddess mother!
I breathed out and ignored him…not until I recalled my brother. I turned to him, “I hope you aren't doing this to my brother?”
“And so what? Are you going to rescue him?”
I couldn't hold back this time. “You really do not deserve to live. I now see the reason you were sealed under that ground. I finally understand why my brother was so pissed at me for saving your life there. You're a devil in disguise, and I hope you die soon.”
But he burst into laughter, and that hurt more than his words and actions. I felt so stupid before him, and I swore I wouldn't ever let him lay his filthy hands on me.
Who cared if I was his slave? That doesn't mean he owned my body.
“You’re an asshole!!” I yelled at him and wiped my forehead.
He didn't leave, nor say anything. Rather, watched me from up there while I began cleaning the room.
It was so stressful because most of the blood stains had dried up, so it took so much time, even when I let them soften for some time.
“The ground must sparkle, Davina!!!” he growled at me, and it didn't even make me flinch.
I quietly raised my head and responded, “Then you can get down and do them yourself, idiot!”
He scoffed and folded his arms. “I didn't know you had so many huge wings. You know all the swear words in the world, and I'm glad they don't kill…”
“I hate you! You're valueless!! You're worthless!! And you don't deserve to be my master…” I retorted at him. “Irian would think that she bagged a famous man, not knowing that she bagged garbage. A very filthy man.”
I didn't even want to care about what he would do, because nothing was worse than doing the cleaning on an empty stomach.
When I tried to rest, he clapped his hands at me and commanded, "I'm going to add to this if you don't return to work…”
“Do your worst! Go ahead and please your council by taking my life.” I said and hissed, then lay down on the space where I had cleaned up and dried up. I would sleep until I was satisfied, so he could do whatever he wanted.