The Pull (2)

"Why are you staring?" Isadora questioned, embarrassed and curling herself as if it would help her cover her nakedness.

Elvis's eyes jolted to hers and he swallowed, "Let's go. I will treat your wounds."

Isadora stared at her left and back to Elvis who was staring at her in a more than amusing way. "Are you talking to someone else?" She questioned instead, she could not walk out of the dungeon naked. How many guards and mistresses would she want to see in this position that she was?

"You, of course, you have a lot of explanations to make." He was talking about how she yanked the chains. Isadora had not even known that Elvis had been staring at the way that loon, heartless man had been torturing her. She wanted to curse and swallow herself from the embarrassment of discovering now, she still felt furious about how Elvis had also attempted to kill her just because she locked him in the dungeon. Both of them were people she would love to kill completely. She would squeal in triumph the day she would be able to pull off their heads and leave them with bare necks, how grim and interesting would that day be? Was that day going to exist? Why not now?

Reasoning about what Elvis just stated, she looked at him, "do you have a death wish?"

"Of course. Who would not be fortunate to grant you a death wish? Listen up, Isadora, if you want your stay in this castle to be peaceful, heed unto the master's rules and do not trespass."

"You know I am not going to heed to that."

Elvis reasoned before nodding. All he wanted to do was to ... but he couldn't think about that.

Isadora swallowed her saliva and waited till it move smoothly into her chest before heaving out a sigh. Her palms were a bit swollen, she curled them into a fist before thinking of what next. She knew she was very stubborn but she was not stubborn enough to ignore her health condition now. If she continued to prove stubborn and finally end up escaping from the castle, what strength would she have in her to ride to Artheca? She just needed to cooperate until she rebuilds her agility.

But now, her vision had begun to get blurry. Maybe not, maybe she was just dreaming of seeing Elvis too close to her. Everywhere seemed hot of a sudden, she tried not to breathe thinking that it would increase the proximity between them.

Now, Elvis's finger was holding her chin slightly, tilting her head up, "Tell me, what more of a punishment do you need not to go berserk?"

She did not understand his question, she was not sure if she could even hear him talk. All she could see now were his ink-black eyes that seemed to be swallowing her entire emotions. She wanted to push him away but she did not have the strength to do so or maybe she did not want to. She just did not understand.

She tried not to blink, if she blinked would....would her heart skip two more beats?

Elvis's finger dropped off her chin slowly. He stared at her wounded neck and swallowed hard trying to erase whatever he had just seen and felt. That urge.

He took off his black coat and slowly put it on her before uttering, "I will treat your wounds. Count yourself lucky to be alive."

Isadora swallowed again, she breathed hard, was she just overreacting? Why was she?

She stared at her body to see his coat on her shoulder before putting her both arms in and holding the ends to cover her nakedness.

Thank you. She wanted to say it but another thought made her feel that she did not owe him anything.

She stared across the dungeon once again and to the small window.

That small window. She could not have imagined what she saw there when that heartless man was torturing her. She tore her gaze from the window to Elvis whose back was now edging at her, "Follow me."

She wished she could but her body was lame. She felt a deep pain in all her joints that she was scared lifting one of her fingers could cause great harm. She knew how much pain she had to bite in for her to put on Elvis' coat.

And this coat. She regretted ever putting it on. The strong scent from him looked like it had in its entirety resided in it.

"Follow me." She heard Elvis say again but this time she felt as though there was no blood in her entire system.

The whole dungeon began to shake and those fallen skeletons began to look like they had suddenly woken up and are approaching to do justice to her.

Before she could open her eyelid again, she felt Elvis carry her in his arms, she opened her eyes slowly to glare at him. They looked like there were many emotions deeply rooted in those black eyes. She blinked again to be sure that she hadn't been dreaming before her eyes slowly fluttered close. This time, longer.

Elvis' heart began to hammer in his ribcage. It was a different feeling. It was strange, he looked at her once more before fleeing the dungeon. It was the pull again and he was sure he would do something about it. He couldn't let this woman tamper with his non-existing emotions.