Redemption For The Prisoner? II

Rama sprouted up her feet and moved toward the metal bars, her legs had been cramped from too much sitting and she needed to stretch it. She clasped her fist around the metal bars as she strained her eyes to look through the dark corridors of the dungeon.

Though it was tiring to stand as she was famished and weak but sitting seemed to be more exhausting.

Malika stood next to her, holding the bars as she craned her neck to look into the endless abyss of darkness where they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the exit although there were torches with flames threatening to snuff out any minute as they flickered, the dim light didn't do much to brighten the place.

The girls stood for what seemed like an eternity as they pressed their bodies lazily against the cold metal bars while looking out into the darkness lost.

The clangor of metals clanked noisily and heavy footfalls could be heard erupting from the dark end of the dungeon where thick darkness resided.

Malika gasped in alarm as she moved farther away from the metal bars till her back hit the wall. Her heavy breathing erupting from her quivering lips in petrification resonated throughout the cell.

Rama took two steps backward away from the bars although she wasn't quivering in fear like Malika, she felt her heart pace increase, dreading the fact it might be Draco and he was there to elevate her torture, thinking he wasn't having the satisfaction he craved as he wasn't personally inflicting the torture on her.

Their hearts pounded harder against their ribcage as the footfalls echoed closer, the shadow of the figure manifested on the ground before the figure came into their view.

They both sighed out in relief. It was a plump woman in her forties with a grumpy look on her face. She looked human as she had no red eyes and obviously didn't hold a candle compared to how the night creatures looked. They figured she must have been captured to work as a slave for the night creatures.

The woman had a plate of food in her hands and she shoved the small plate through the gaps. Her double chin flopped when she spoke.

"Eat up you skinny limbs." The woman said with a hoarse voice before veering around to leave. Rama watched her retreating plus size figure before averting it to the item on the floor called food.

Malika moved closer to her and scrutinized the food which consisted of a brown soup and a tiny piece of stale bread.

Malika twisted her face in disgust as she examined the so called food reeking with a bad odour and Rama kicked it aside with her leg to spill on the floor.

"You were right after all. We're going to rot in here, aren't we?" Malika said with a low voice as she tilted her head to the side to look into her Jade eyes.

Rama could see the glimmer of hope that once brightened her amber eyes fade away, leaving nothing but desolate despair swirling into it.

She couldn't watch Malika die, not in front of her. It would crush her soul into fragments that could never be placed back together. At least she hadn't seen her mother die and deep down she hoped a miracle happened and she managed to survive.

But Malika dying in front of her, would take away a significant part of her but she couldn't fight against their dreadful fate imprisoned by the night creatures, what fate could be more hideous than theirs and maybe death seemed to be the only way out.

She could never let Malika live to become a feeding blood bag for those monsters and she couldn't watch her die either. She was trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea.

"You cannot die without my permission." Rama remarked with a sharp voice, although it took most of her energy for her voice to be that sharp and she felt her eyes become heavy as her head spun.

"Are you alright?" Malika queried with a worried look on her face as she placed both arms on her shoulder blades steadying her balance to prevent her from falling on the floor.

"You handle this better than I do. I guess I'm nothing more than a pampered princess after all and even though, I still miss being pampered." Rama said with a low voice as she composed her balance making Malika sigh in relief but she still observed her every action intently.

"You're overwhelmed. You saw your men die and walked all the way to Voltaire kingdom starved. I on the other hand didn't see decapitated bodies and I didn't walk a hundred miles." Malika remarked and she scoffed between a short chuckle.

"I guess so. But if you didn't walk, did the night creature who brought you here give you a ride? They weren't so kind to me." Rama grumbled beneath her breath.

"Yes. My heart was pounding very fast when I sat behind him but he never complained about it. I was like a ghost to him." Malika said as she vividly remembered the moment.

"Don't refer to them as he, they're not human." Rama said bitterly.

"They're not human doesn't mean they're monsters." Malika said.

Rama whipped her head to meet her dull amber eyes.

"So what then do you call blood sucking creatures who causes mayhem wherever they saunter, killing innocent humans in cold blood." Rama snapped, her dull jade eyes now gleamed with anger.

"You're right, I must be feeling dazed. My head hurts." Malika said with a very faint voice as she closed and opened her eyes.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you hurt your head." Rama muttered and gazed back out into the darkness.

Ever since she had known Malika, she had always searched for the good residing in people no matter how evil they appeared and now she was searching for the good in monsters with no soul and a heart shallower than the depths of hell, encompassed with a thick cloak of darkness.

Silence ensued and afterward, their legs weakened and their eyelids felt heavy so they crouched at one corner cuddling each other for warmth in the cold cell before succumbing into the hands of slumber.

The clangor of metals reverberated in the cell, awaking the girls from their slumber.

Rama fluttered her lashes as she opened her eyes to look straight ahead in alarm. It could either be a maid giving them real food or Draco and she prayed it would be the before and not the latter.

The huffing of heavy footings sliding against the floor echoed and they swallowed softly as the figure moved closer, Malika clutched on Rama's arms as she peered her eyes over her shoulder to glance at the figure.

The dim light illuminated on the figure and its shadow manifested on the ground before it came into view.

"Rama?" The voice whispered her name faintly and she blinked away the drowsiness in her eyes as the voice whisked its way into her ears familiarly.

Her eyes caught sight of the figure and she felt her heart skip a beat in excitement, hope and an inexplicable feeling she couldn't quite fathom rushing in her veins.

Her jade eyes widened like saucers and her mouth opened and closed like a fish, attempting to spew out words but she was left speechless staring at the figure she couldn't believe was standing right before her.

Was she dreaming? She was probably hallucinating, he isn't real is he? She pondered in shock.

"King Roshan!" Malika cried out in thrill as she sprouted up on her feet.

Goosebumps manifested on her skin, her hair stood erect and her spine tingled.

Roshan had come to save her.