Dark Desires

For a second, Isadora thought her plan was already working not until he heard him say, "Do not speak trash."

"Of course, let's see who speaks thrash when your master arrives." She paused, "that is if he is truly alive."

Isadora knew his lordship could not be alive. She truly stabbed him in his chest and she could feel that it met something thicker such as his 'heart' there was no way his bleeding would stop any moment, even with a physician. But another thought made her doubt it. If he truly was stabbed, how was he able to escape? How was he able to push her that way. She couldn't tell what pushed her away but she felt that stony force. Someone who was stabbed could not have pushed someone that way. There was still a chance he was alive.

She had no idea of what to do anymore. The dark clouds outside were already pouring out a brighter cloud to state that midnight is almost over. It would be harder to escape at day.

What if she just tell his lordship that she needed to go to Artheca and she would be back? Would he allow her? That was NO! After all, she had caused misfortune.

She bit her lips harder for not thinking of a way out, and for causing herself another throbbing pain on her forehead just to find a way out and now she could not continue whatever she wanted to say.

She did not understand a single bit of what he previously meant by torture. Why did they want to keep her alive? Why did her life seem more valuable than the guards' lives?

Her eyes raised slowly to see Elvis still staring at her. He looked like he had restricted himself from doing something. She had even forgotten about what she was previously saying. If he could be this worked up, why couldn't she do something more?

She gave a little smile before walking closer to him, "What do you want? Is it your first time seeing a woman in a robe? Bleeding hell, I am wearing something underneath." She frustratingly said as she saw his increased anger or hunger.

She stared at the door. It was unlocked and thank goodness it was easy to lock it too. She only needed to escape. But how?

"Stop whatever you are planning to do right now." Elvis cautioned her with a knowing glare.

Isadora seemed caught aback. Her toe was immediately getting colder. She took the stone that she had hidden somewhere in her night dress before staring at it, "I would make it look like you assaulted me, with your look you are even doing worse," she claimed and stared darkly at him.

Her eyes met the stone again, her hands holding it firm trying to pray that it did not cause harm more than she hoped. Within a second, she hit the stone somewhere beside her eyes and forehead and this time a big amount of blood rushed in. She hissed as the blood bested down her face like tears. She knew she was endangering herself but since it was for Oswald, there was nothing she could not do. "Shhh...it bleeding hurt!" She cursed and stared at him again. She was even more surprised by the look of horror on his face. Why was he behaving like seeing her blood was something he would choose not to do? Why did he remain abnormally quiet?

She walked to the door slowly, Elvis turned towards her. Unable to move because he knew that the farther that blood was away from him, the better he was able to control himself because she should not see him when he exposes his hunger. Did this princess know that they were vampires?

When she had reached the door, she rested her back on the door, "I...I just escaped from him." She feigned sick and tearful, "he brought me to the dungeon for torture but it turned out that ...Elvis raped me." She faked a cry but to Elvis's astonishment, real tears fell down her eyes.

Isadora took the hem of her robe and stylishly dubbed a few of her tears, "Okay, how does it sound? Convincing right?" She added. All she truly had in mind was to open the door when he wasn't looking then run away or hide in the dark still she was free to escape the castle again. Oswald is worth trying for repeatedly. "You raped me." Her statement was harsh and thick as if to ascertain that he truly did.

Before he could do anything, she had already opened the door, her back landed on the door as she made effort to lock it, sighing and at the same time a little happy. Just within a day, she was growing naughty. Well like her father and that bloody cold man do say, she was a woman. A woman's tactic can blow off a man's own. A woman is manipulative, she is a trickster and all these things are what she wanted to possess. Everything! So she needed to say dirty words if it required it.

She looked everywhere it was cold and dark. There was no way she could pass anymore. But previously, when Elvis brought her here, there were candlelights. Why were they put off now?

She wasn't bothered about Elvis, he had locked him inside and there was no way he could escape. His lordship was injured. The guards must have thought she was in the torture room already and...that way couldn't she escape?

She stretched her hand and walked further so that she would not hit her head on something. Her intestines were rolling up on one another, and the pain that was there had decreased to the lowest. She heard heavy bangs from the door and she stopped, laughing within.

She was not going to unlock it! Never!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

And before she knew it the door flew open. It did not just fly open, it was removed completely.

Isadora remained frozen wherever she was, trying to hide from his sight. It was dark and he might not see her. How he was able to break that door still sounded like a mystery to her.

How was he this strong?

Before she knew it, she felt a hand touch her neck and in a flash, she was mysteriously pushed into the torture room back.

The only difference was that right now. She was cornered. And Elvis was staring at her. He didn't look like it was Elvis staring.

She couldn't tell if his eyes turned orange or if the light was reflecting on it but she could see his vein popping out of his face.

Everywhere suddenly became colder.

Her eyes were open and widened, for a minute she was unable to blink. She kept staring at the man whose palm was grazing her neck and his other hand was beside her shoulder. He was cornering her to the wall. Her hands were shaky as she tried to push him off her. He was just too close. And now, his eyes were blank.

He was looking at her as if he could destroy her in a blink of an eye. His eyes slowly landed on her neck. She closed her eyes as she felt him lean very close to her.

This time his chest was pressing her chest and her back was violently pressed to the wall, "Let me go!" She forced the words out of her mouth but to be followed by a cold finger which brought her chin up. Still, she was closing her eyes. Until she heard him say, "Why don't I do what you allege me of doing, and if I am to be punished for that I hold tight to my guilty."

His words rang like the bells ghosts use to wake other creatures like them. She couldn't even tell now if ghosts were real but his words rang through her ear, scaring the hell out of her.

Her lips still held tightly, and her throat dried from the hold on her neck. Her eyes fell back close. "Leave me..."

"Who knew there could be something as beautiful as this in this castle? You smell so good." He said. Isadora had no idea what he was doing now, but she felt his breath on her forehead.

After hearing him mutter, she felt a little tingle on her neck. That was her weak point. She felt his tongue licking that angle of her neck and she pushed him with all her inner strength but instead of him moving back, his proximity increased. She could feel every skin of him as if it was hers. Something underneath her kept squeezing together. She was breathing so hard. "Please!"

"You are not a virgin, are you?"

She did not want to answer.

She had caused this misfortune herself.

This time, this so-called Elvis loosened the rope of her robe before pulling her robe down. Tears started to fill her cheeks, "Just a second, you were too bold. Should it be hard to carry your cross?" Elvis's voice boomed slow and energetic, "What do you think it means when someone says he is interested in you?"

"Please ... I ... surrender. I would never try to escape." Of course, she would never surrender.

"Sounds like you are surrendering to me. And I would not hesitate to do away with you. It's a good thing my master has nothing to do with non-virgins. He doesn't even satisfy his urge... you know what I mean?"

"Let go..."

"I do know how to take a night dress off, just let me. The pleasure is always mine."