Nightmare 4

I was not dying... I was getting ripped from my reality and being invaded by him. Clearly, I do not know which is worse, but either way, I am not able to free myself from this. 

I wish I could.

I am cloaked with the darkness, as it became my friend once again and these cellar walls greeted me as always. I could see the door slowly creak open and finally knowing the man I'm meant to kill,  stood in the doorway.

Shayde Howler.

I seriously wish I could turn this off. I mean, what does he have to say this time? 

He thinks I am going to be his Queen, well, he can shove that dream up his butt because, I ain't doing anything that he wants. He isn't my dad, he has no say over me and my life and yet, here I am.... in this stupid fucking place! UGH! Although, I need to know where he is keeping Serenity, so I can save her somehow. Therefore, I might have to come up with a plan, not something I am really interested in being apart of, but I know if I don't think of something quick, I may not be able to free her.

He comes towards my cellar prison, and he stares at me through the bars.

"Crystal, my sweet beloved. We meet again and every time is such a lovely pleasure. I cannot wait to see you in person. It will be such a delight and frankly, in real life you're probably even more beautiful in the flesh." He said with a cringe, desperate, almost too happy voice.

I wonder why he could be so happy? I swear to God, he gets more and more infuriating to me!

"Why do you keep invading my mind like this? If you want me as your Queen, wouldn't you show some gentleman qualities, or like chivalry and treat me with the utmost respect. I mean out of curiosity, I don't think it is proper to treat your future queen like a peasant." I replied with some sass.

I mean, I am not wrong.

"Ha, gentlemen qualities? More respect? I do no such things. Sorry to disappoint you my darling, but those are for Kings that come from fairytales. I am not one of those type of Kings, no, I am more of a very naughty King and I always get what I want, and how I want it. That means you will obey me or there will be consequences and I wouldn't want you to have to endure any of those." He laughed.

Good luck finding anyone who would  actually want your taste in values, and better yet, everything about you.

Then it hit me, I have to play along with what he wants. That's it, if I pretend to go along with what he wants I can free Serenity. Let's get something straight though, I am being no one's Queen, but I'll let him think what he wants to believe. He's a fucking idiot, if he thinks he'll get away with everything. I just need to act the part, this way, maybe he'll let my sister go.

"I am not being your Queen, unless we make some compromises." I snapped at him, knowing this is exactly what he wanted to hear. 

"Oh? What are you suggesting my sweet?" I could sense him getting annoyed with my attitude towards him.

"I will be your Queen, isn't that what you long for?"

"I am intrigued, go on, tell me what you had in mind, tell me these, so called 'compromises'." He answered.

He fell for my bait though.

"First of all, if my sister dies, I will not be your Queen. No question about that. If you manage to keep her alive, she must be well fed and un-harmed and allowed to leave your Kingdom. Second of all, I will have all access to roam inside the walls and outside the walls of your trashy, fucking castle or I'd be bored otherwise and last, but not least, no butt intercourse and if I do not want intercourse, you cannot force it upon me. As I know the type of guy you are, it's re-vol-ting."

Oh god, that was good. Well, I think it was? I had to include the whole sex stuff, because well, you know, I know he's heterosexual and pretty gross. Like come on, who am I kidding right?

"I can't guaranteed your sister will live. We are working on creating a cure for that poison as we speak. Although, if we cure her, she will not be harmed and in good hospitality. You will be able to roam the castle walls, as well as outside, but there will be a tracker on you as to where you go. Since, I am allowed to know where you are at all times. Now, about the intercourse, funny you bring that up, because I cannot wait to take you, so fine, no anal, but you cannot say you don't feel like having sex everyday. So, you must agree with the 1st day, the middle day and the relaxing days."

"Huh? What does that even mean?" I asked with the utmost disgust.

Why are we talking about intercourse right now? He is so disgusting, it is making me sick. Honestly, does he ever give up?

"Think of it like, Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Sunday in your world." 

He then opened the cell, sneered at me and began to move in closer.

Ew. Not again. Please stay the fuck away from me.

"Is that fair to you, my sweet?" Shayde said as he brushes his fingers through my hair.

"I find that highly unfair! You want to do it every weekend...but let me guess, I have no choice, do I?" I sighed.

Is he really buying into all this? Holy shit, but for reals though, every weekend seems outrageous!

I tried to move away, but he grabbed the chains and pulled me closer to him.

Yuck.

He then started kissing my neck and I tried so hard to resist.

"Crystal, my sweet, there will be times where I won't want it or have important things to attend. Don't worry love, I can play nice if I want to." He said with a very sexual tone, as he grinned at me.

If only Elliot could save me now. I hate this. I want to leave.

Shayde cupped my face in his hands and kissed my forehead,

"Very soon now, I'll be getting to kiss your real forehead and have you in my arms. The taste of victory is upon us yet, my dear."

Then he looked down my body and saw a glimpse of something on my leg. He was astonished by the sight of it as he sternly said,

"Where did you get that?" He tugged on a scarf that was wrapped around my leg.

"This? Oh, it's nothing. I am such a klutz, I bashed my leg on the bathroom sink." I replied.

"No, I am not talking about how you managed to wound yourself, although your fairy powers should have that healed in no time. No, I was talking about the scarf. Where did you get this scarf, Crystal?" He sounded angry.

Fuck!! Elliot put this scarf on me, I totally forgot he did, if Shayde finds out that I am in his world, and/or who gave it to me, I am screwed.

"Tell me Crystal, I don't have the patience to play your little games right now!" His tone became harsh and he put his hand right on top of my injured leg. Thinking it wouldn't hurt and all because, I am trapped in my own mind, but in reality it hurt like a bitch.

I winced in pain, but I held my tears back.

I took a deep breath, trying hard to keep my composure, 

"I have a feeling you've seen this before. Judging by your attitude towards this scarf, you should tell me first. By all means, I'd love for you to share why you are so crazy about a stupid scarf." I whimpered.

I feel weak. Fuck me.

"Enough Crystal. Tell me where it's from or you will never see your precious sister again." He snarled.

Are you for real, right now?

What a cheap shot. Honestly, threatening me with my sister, yet again. It's like without her, he would be all talk. I guess he's not going to get off my back if I don't tell him. Kind of sucks though because, bugging him was very entertaining.

He pushed harder on my wound, and I couldn't force the tears back any longer.

"Please, stop. You're hurting me!" I cried.

"I'll stop once you tell me where you got that scarf from." He answered, while pressing deeper into my wound.

I clenched my jaw, and cried,

"Okay, okay. I see how it is. Fine, I'll tell you what you want to know, Shayde Howler!"

He stopped applying pressure onto my wound and looked at me.

Yes, I finally said his name. It was like out of a movie, where the bad guy is totally stunned and not sure how to respond.

A smile cracked upon my face; tears were gushing from my eyes and down my cheeks, but seeing his reaction was priceless. Absolutely priceless, if I do say so myself and if only I got this on video.