TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 83: Chapter 83

: TOO LATE
FREYA'S POV:
My consciousness continues to flicker in and out of my body continuously for a while.
I'm unable to stay awake long enough to think up another escape route, or even anything at all.
My only companions are the vague dreams of Silas.
Short and brief moments where his skin glistens softly like the moons light, and his smile appears even more beautiful than I can remember. His warm embraces and the sweet sound of his laughter.
It's a surprise I can dream up something that good even in a situation like this. I can only assume my slowly fading body is tricking my mind to ease the pain of the emerging inevitable.
Once again, I'm woken from my sleep and my tired eyes lazily filters through my surroundings, dimly lit as always.
I look ahead, finding the same middle aged guard fiddling with my keys, realizing the sound that had actually woken me up.
I slowly sit up as he steps in.
Before I can ask what's going on, a wooden bowl of runny porridge drops in front of me. The manner in which it is tossed spills almost half of the content all over the already dirty floor.
"Eat up." He says, standing over me.
I look into the bowl again.
It's the same dull grey liquid, except the bright orange substance floating atop it. That's not usually there.
"Ya not hungry?" He asks, snickering.
For some reason, he remains there, towering over me and waiting for me to begin eating.
I can't refuse the food, even with knowing I'm slowly being poisoned, and it's disgusting. It's been what I assume is days since I've been here, and this is the first time I'm being fed.
I take up the bowl into my hand and take the entire meal in a whole full swing, sighing once it's all done.
He breaks into a full ughter that echoes even in my small cell space.
"Ya didn't even bother to savor the food cause ya don't know when the next's coming."
I say nothing, wiping excess off my lips. My tummy grumbles loudly for more nutrients. Sadly, that's all it's going to get for a while.
I push the bowl forward, signaling that I'm done and he can take the dish, and leave.
"What's with ya? Ya want me to leave that badly? C'mon, I'm only here to keep ya company. We both bored after all."
He laughs obnoxiously again, and I only purse my lips together, trying my best not to let him get what he wants, or let his taunting get to me.
He handles my meals and everything, and angering him right when I'm this helpless isn't a good idea.
He takes my silence as an 'okay,' dropping next to me while wrapping an arm round me a bit too friendly.
"Ya want to keep me company, right?" He moves in too close and invades my personal space in an attempt to whisper into my ears.
The putrid smell of piss and something else rotting leaves his mouth and actives my gag reflex.
Coupled by the horrid feeling of dread and disgust in the pit of my stomach from his proximity, I hurl. Projectile vomit every last stop of my short meal and a bit of stomach juice all over the both of us.
He recoils away from me quickly, like he's been seared by a hot dagger and looks down at his ruined pants. He turns a fiery red shade, and lunges to me.
The slap right on my cheek hits like a large rock, spinning me round and sending me backwards. My barely healed body screams along with me from the unexpected assault.
"You stupid rat!" He yells, repulsion laced in his tone and words.
There's enough fire in his eyes to burn me, and he doesn't hesitate to attempt at striking me again as he raises his hands to hit again.
I flinch away, shutting my eyes and waiting for the impact and pain that follows.
A loud banging sound follows without impact, and I pull my eyes open, witnessing a different scene.
The prison guard is pinned to the wall just by his throat by none other than an angry and ticked off Lucas, growling fiercely, and his once blue eyes going paler.
"How dare you raise your filthy hands on her?" He says in a low inhuman growl. Gruff and deep with a dominating tone.
I'm bewildered by this new side of Lucas I've never witnessed before.
The only sides I've witnessed are his playful and charismatic Lucas, then the obsession with duties and roles is a whole different side.
The once confidence man trembles with fear in his eyes, as shocked and surprised as I am from the sudden interruption.
I assume he too had been too engrossed to notice a new person.
"We-we were told to be extra strict with her and use force if she proves disobedient."
"She's my prisoner, so what I say goes. King Darius has given me the authority to decide what happens to her. Who are you to stand against an authority higher than yours?" He says with more edge to his voice, baring out his fangs.
The man doesn't dare talk back or speak his mind.
He only nods his head quickly with beads of sweat popping up on his bald head.
"Get out." Lucas commands as his eyes slowly morph into their baby blue tone.
He drops him onto his feet, and the prison guards runs out immediately like a deer infront of blaring headlights; almost falling off his feet till he runs round the corner and he's out of our vision. Suddenly, his puffed up shoulders slack downwards and he sighs heavily, turning to me with a furrowed forehead and a look of worry.
He kneels to my level instantly, taking a look at every inch of skin on my hands and face while avoiding my eyes.
"Are you okay?" His voice sounds soft and tender and very...genuine as though I'm a new born that could burst into tears at any discomfort.
Another side of Lucas unlocked again, I see.
In his worrying, I notice his under eyes deeply sunken and fatigued.
"What happened?" I ask.
He looked confused for a while before his gaze turns angry again, but not as bad as before.
"Are you crazy right now? You can't really be worried about me right now when you're this battered and bruised. What the hell did they do to you?"
I look away, avoiding his hands, feeling naked from his prodding eyes. Suddenly, I want to hide my ugly scars and bruises from him.
"You haven't shown up for days now." I say steadily, steering off that topic.
His frown falls, also realizing it himself. While he had decided not to show in a while, my treatment worsened into complete shit with occasional bullying from the guards.
All this was bound to happen when a prisoner is favored by the higher up.
"I'm sorry, a lot came up." He answers.
I nod my head, smiling bitterly. There was nothing more for me to say, no strength left in getting riled up by it and getting upset. I was simply too tired again to be bothered.
He watches me again, moving closer to me and stretching his hand to touch the new bruise added to my collection.
But I wince away from him as well.
His hand freezes mid-air on seeing my reaction but he the drops it almost instantly, like it as a mistake stretching out.
I know he probably feels like shit right now, but I don't care however his mood is right now.
"I'll do something about this. I'll get you your old room back, so you can be comfortable before the mating ceremony." He tries to alleviate the situation in his own way.
I give no words again even as he speaks. He remains there for a moment, saying nothing more before eventually rising to his feet again, standing over me.
"I promise, I'm going to fix this somehow." His voice pleads with him for some sort of forgiveness or acceptance.
But my heart feels as cold as stone right now for him, so I'm unable to give him what he needs.
A lot had already happened that cannot be mended anymore.
I turn to him, seeing the frown and pain in his eyes and still feel nothing about any of it. Just simply facial expressions and empty words.
"It's already too late for that."