TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 74: Chapter 74
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: HOPELESS FREYA
FREYA'S POV:
"Fuck you, ASSHOLE!" I yell out just as he slams the door shut.
My sudden outburst puts a heavy strain on my bruised belly.
The muscle throbs more painfully, and I wince, biting down at my lower lip.
That's right, I had forgotten that was there.
Right now, I fucking hate Lucas.
I get he has some deep psychological issues and clearly has problems with dealing with his emotions, but aiding in kidnapping me could never be justified by whatever bullshit reason he could come up with.
Nothing could ever make this okay!
Yet, as I seethe and boil, unable to take out my rage on the wall or the bed or that table due to my injury - I'm unable to do shit.
I can't even escape right now even if I came up with something.
I'm sure the last two ribs on my side are cracked, if not broken. That brute had gone full strength on me, probably assuming I was a real Alpha female that could withstand that much damage perfectly.
If only I really was born Alpha, or anything way better than an omega, maybe I wouldn't have to lie or be scared of getting caught 24/7.
Maybe this bruise wouldn't hurt so much.
Fuck, pull yourself together, Freya.
The last thing you need is to spiral into depression when you need to be quick on your feet, and think of a way out of here.
I shake the crazy thoughts out before they can even begin to weigh me down.
Even in this sorry state, I could come up with something. Any little piece I could find that could give me an idea of an escape plan.
Anything!
For the first time since being abducted, I take in my surroundings fully.
One thing I am at least grateful for is that I'm not stuck in some dark dirty cell with blinking lights and a leaking ceiling, with puddles and moss everywhere and some horrid stench.
The cell is more modern, almost similar to an asylum room. White walls, white tiled floors, a single bright fluorescent bulb that is strong enough to illuminate the room.
My bed is by the left corner with a thin mattress and grey sheets.
On the opposite corner is a very open toilet. At the center of the wide room is a plain wooden table and chair I assume is added specifically for my comfort, just to make me feel less of a real prisoner, I guess.
The thought makes me scoff. But I was a real prisoner. A captive.
That's basically the only thing in here. The rest is just bare open space.
The whole arrangement is still unflattering since this is just a glorified prison cell, even though it still seems better than my old room back home, I guess.
The best part is, instead of bars, there's an electric door that dings just before it opens.
So, that's more privacy to hatch an escape plan for me, I guess.
Just as my eyes settle on the vent high up the walls a good distance away from my bed, my tummy growls, reminding me that I am, infact, alive and need to eat every once in a while.
The food resting atop the table suddenly starts looking more appetizing than I would like to agree.
Reluctantly, I slowly rise from the bed, carefully getting to my feet whilst clutching onto my aching gut.
I wince with every step because that's just how much I'm suffering but I will survive...
And get out of here.
I drop, unceremoniously, with a thud onto the chair, pulling the food closer to me.
It looks like scrambled eggs and some sausages. Wow ... this is actually better than the grub I was expecting.
There's no utensil, so I dig in with my hands... dirty and unwashed, but there's no option.
I eat as slowly as I can to savor the food and avoid a tummy ache, then sigh with pleasure when the food starts doing what I need it to do.
My tummy speaks to me again, concurring.
I wonder what Silas is eating right now.
His sudden intrusion into my train of thoughts makes me pause only for a moment before I resume eating.
Even while I hungrily wolf down my food, I can't believe I'm worrying about someone that's probably having a three course meal and gets to return back to his comfy bed when he's tired.
Yet I can't help it.
I wonder if he's figured out I'm gone yet not knowing how long I've been in here. There are no windows.
I wonder if he's looking for me...
I hope he is looking for me.
I hope he's okay even if he isn't. I hope he's eating a three course meal and gets to go back to his comfy bed and sleep wholesomely.
Great now, my heart is aching and half my appetite dissipates in seconds.
I drop the half eaten sausage, and sigh heavily.
"This is your fault, Silas." I whisper silently, holding back the hot tears brimming in my eyes while biting on my lower lip.
A single tear breaks through though, and I sniffle, wiping it off.
"Aww, you crying 'cause you're scared?"
The sudden intrusion of a foreign voice in my head has me startled and sitting up straight instantly.
I look round and ofcourse, there's no one there and it's just me yet I swear, I had just heard a voice.
Or was it in my head?
Am I going crazy now? Oh my goddess, I'm going crazy!
"Hey, missy, down here."
The voice calls to me again, and I look down at my food then round the table, stopping at this tin cup. I take a peek inside the water filled cup.
My image staring back at me suddenly morphs.
It grows contorted with a mix of black and purple before soon, I'm staring at a dark hooded figure that I immediately recognize, and my heart begins beating fast with excitement.
"Creepy wizard guy!" I shriek happily.
I'm ecstatic to see this weirdo again, especially right now.
"Oh my my, aren't you so happy to see me? Even happier than the last time." He grins wickedly as always.
It gives me the creeps.
The usual.
"I apologize for every time I've ever made you feel unwanted." I place my palms together.
"But those were my favorite times." He smiles more with his brown looking teeth.
Creepy again, but I don't respond to that or let it get to me because I need his help.
"Okay, fine. I'll make you feel more unwanted, anything you want."
"Well, now that you're consciously doing it, I don't think it would be as fun." He adds again. "Whatever. That's besides the point, Wizard. I need you to get me out of here."
A moment of silence stretches between us suddenly that I question if I had spoken loud enough.
But then, he suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter. It's not loud enough to echo,, but it's loud enough to press down on my drying out patience. "What's so funny." I ask, holding back my tongue from lashing.
"No can do, little Freya." For some reason, the way he says my name sounds heavily conceding. "Why not? Don't you need me to fulfill a task for you?
You need me to get close to Silas, and I can't do that while I'm stuck here. If I don't get out soon enough, he's going to get mated to that bitch and her first agenda would be to make sure I never get within a thousand feet close to her man."
"You don't sound like you getting out of here has anything to do with fulfilling my task, Freya." He smiles again, breaking into another fit of laughter that infuriates me further.
This fucking... Okay, deep breaths.
"Are you going to help or not?"
Darius' domain is out of my reach. My powers are unable to do anything other than manifest myself in your reflections, and that's only because you consumed my spell." He explains.
"So, you can manifest yourself in the mirrors and give me a scare, but you can't maybe drop the key in the palm of my hands or make the doors malfunction even if it's just a bit?" I ask.
"You're very entertaining to watch." He shrugs, unaffected by my situation entirely.
I groan painfully, tugging on my hair just to feel something and hold onto my fast crumbling sanity "C'mon, I know you can do something. You scratch my back, I scratch yours, huh?" "Even if you don't get out of here, you have an obligation to get close to the Alpha prince. You have nothing else to offer me that would warrant me risking my neck for you."
"C'mon!" I yell out, more frantic than earlier. Just how useless can he be right now! He laughs again at my expense and I'm so close to tossing away the water in this cup, but I might need to drink it eventually.
Just why had I thought I could get out of this with his help?
"Do not fret, Freya. I'm sure the young prince will find a way to get you out of here sooner than you think."
I sigh.
So, I was left to hope that Silas would search for me and eventually find me?
I never told him about the threat with his father, only
Xena. And I wonder how long it would take for her to put it all together that he was the one that wanted me gone.
With the whole thing about rogues infiltrating school, it would take weeks for them to even look in
King Darius' direction.
Does this mean I'm stuck?
He fizzles out of the cup, leaving only my hopeless reflection staring back at me.
Hopeless and helpless Freya...
No...
I'm definitely getting out of here.
FREYA'S POV:
"Fuck you, ASSHOLE!" I yell out just as he slams the door shut.
My sudden outburst puts a heavy strain on my bruised belly.
The muscle throbs more painfully, and I wince, biting down at my lower lip.
That's right, I had forgotten that was there.
Right now, I fucking hate Lucas.
I get he has some deep psychological issues and clearly has problems with dealing with his emotions, but aiding in kidnapping me could never be justified by whatever bullshit reason he could come up with.
Nothing could ever make this okay!
Yet, as I seethe and boil, unable to take out my rage on the wall or the bed or that table due to my injury - I'm unable to do shit.
I can't even escape right now even if I came up with something.
I'm sure the last two ribs on my side are cracked, if not broken. That brute had gone full strength on me, probably assuming I was a real Alpha female that could withstand that much damage perfectly.
If only I really was born Alpha, or anything way better than an omega, maybe I wouldn't have to lie or be scared of getting caught 24/7.
Maybe this bruise wouldn't hurt so much.
Fuck, pull yourself together, Freya.
The last thing you need is to spiral into depression when you need to be quick on your feet, and think of a way out of here.
I shake the crazy thoughts out before they can even begin to weigh me down.
Even in this sorry state, I could come up with something. Any little piece I could find that could give me an idea of an escape plan.
Anything!
For the first time since being abducted, I take in my surroundings fully.
One thing I am at least grateful for is that I'm not stuck in some dark dirty cell with blinking lights and a leaking ceiling, with puddles and moss everywhere and some horrid stench.
The cell is more modern, almost similar to an asylum room. White walls, white tiled floors, a single bright fluorescent bulb that is strong enough to illuminate the room.
My bed is by the left corner with a thin mattress and grey sheets.
On the opposite corner is a very open toilet. At the center of the wide room is a plain wooden table and chair I assume is added specifically for my comfort, just to make me feel less of a real prisoner, I guess.
The thought makes me scoff. But I was a real prisoner. A captive.
That's basically the only thing in here. The rest is just bare open space.
The whole arrangement is still unflattering since this is just a glorified prison cell, even though it still seems better than my old room back home, I guess.
The best part is, instead of bars, there's an electric door that dings just before it opens.
So, that's more privacy to hatch an escape plan for me, I guess.
Just as my eyes settle on the vent high up the walls a good distance away from my bed, my tummy growls, reminding me that I am, infact, alive and need to eat every once in a while.
The food resting atop the table suddenly starts looking more appetizing than I would like to agree.
Reluctantly, I slowly rise from the bed, carefully getting to my feet whilst clutching onto my aching gut.
I wince with every step because that's just how much I'm suffering but I will survive...
And get out of here.
I drop, unceremoniously, with a thud onto the chair, pulling the food closer to me.
It looks like scrambled eggs and some sausages. Wow ... this is actually better than the grub I was expecting.
There's no utensil, so I dig in with my hands... dirty and unwashed, but there's no option.
I eat as slowly as I can to savor the food and avoid a tummy ache, then sigh with pleasure when the food starts doing what I need it to do.
My tummy speaks to me again, concurring.
I wonder what Silas is eating right now.
His sudden intrusion into my train of thoughts makes me pause only for a moment before I resume eating.
Even while I hungrily wolf down my food, I can't believe I'm worrying about someone that's probably having a three course meal and gets to return back to his comfy bed when he's tired.
Yet I can't help it.
I wonder if he's figured out I'm gone yet not knowing how long I've been in here. There are no windows.
I wonder if he's looking for me...
I hope he is looking for me.
I hope he's okay even if he isn't. I hope he's eating a three course meal and gets to go back to his comfy bed and sleep wholesomely.
Great now, my heart is aching and half my appetite dissipates in seconds.
I drop the half eaten sausage, and sigh heavily.
"This is your fault, Silas." I whisper silently, holding back the hot tears brimming in my eyes while biting on my lower lip.
A single tear breaks through though, and I sniffle, wiping it off.
"Aww, you crying 'cause you're scared?"
The sudden intrusion of a foreign voice in my head has me startled and sitting up straight instantly.
I look round and ofcourse, there's no one there and it's just me yet I swear, I had just heard a voice.
Or was it in my head?
Am I going crazy now? Oh my goddess, I'm going crazy!
"Hey, missy, down here."
The voice calls to me again, and I look down at my food then round the table, stopping at this tin cup. I take a peek inside the water filled cup.
My image staring back at me suddenly morphs.
It grows contorted with a mix of black and purple before soon, I'm staring at a dark hooded figure that I immediately recognize, and my heart begins beating fast with excitement.
"Creepy wizard guy!" I shriek happily.
I'm ecstatic to see this weirdo again, especially right now.
"Oh my my, aren't you so happy to see me? Even happier than the last time." He grins wickedly as always.
It gives me the creeps.
The usual.
"I apologize for every time I've ever made you feel unwanted." I place my palms together.
"But those were my favorite times." He smiles more with his brown looking teeth.
Creepy again, but I don't respond to that or let it get to me because I need his help.
"Okay, fine. I'll make you feel more unwanted, anything you want."
"Well, now that you're consciously doing it, I don't think it would be as fun." He adds again. "Whatever. That's besides the point, Wizard. I need you to get me out of here."
A moment of silence stretches between us suddenly that I question if I had spoken loud enough.
But then, he suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter. It's not loud enough to echo,, but it's loud enough to press down on my drying out patience. "What's so funny." I ask, holding back my tongue from lashing.
"No can do, little Freya." For some reason, the way he says my name sounds heavily conceding. "Why not? Don't you need me to fulfill a task for you?
You need me to get close to Silas, and I can't do that while I'm stuck here. If I don't get out soon enough, he's going to get mated to that bitch and her first agenda would be to make sure I never get within a thousand feet close to her man."
"You don't sound like you getting out of here has anything to do with fulfilling my task, Freya." He smiles again, breaking into another fit of laughter that infuriates me further.
This fucking... Okay, deep breaths.
"Are you going to help or not?"
Darius' domain is out of my reach. My powers are unable to do anything other than manifest myself in your reflections, and that's only because you consumed my spell." He explains.
"So, you can manifest yourself in the mirrors and give me a scare, but you can't maybe drop the key in the palm of my hands or make the doors malfunction even if it's just a bit?" I ask.
"You're very entertaining to watch." He shrugs, unaffected by my situation entirely.
I groan painfully, tugging on my hair just to feel something and hold onto my fast crumbling sanity "C'mon, I know you can do something. You scratch my back, I scratch yours, huh?" "Even if you don't get out of here, you have an obligation to get close to the Alpha prince. You have nothing else to offer me that would warrant me risking my neck for you."
"C'mon!" I yell out, more frantic than earlier. Just how useless can he be right now! He laughs again at my expense and I'm so close to tossing away the water in this cup, but I might need to drink it eventually.
Just why had I thought I could get out of this with his help?
"Do not fret, Freya. I'm sure the young prince will find a way to get you out of here sooner than you think."
I sigh.
So, I was left to hope that Silas would search for me and eventually find me?
I never told him about the threat with his father, only
Xena. And I wonder how long it would take for her to put it all together that he was the one that wanted me gone.
With the whole thing about rogues infiltrating school, it would take weeks for them to even look in
King Darius' direction.
Does this mean I'm stuck?
He fizzles out of the cup, leaving only my hopeless reflection staring back at me.
Hopeless and helpless Freya...
No...
I'm definitely getting out of here.
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