TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 87: Chapter 87

: TEARS OF MERCY
FREYA'S POV:
I had been scared by series of things as a child, most of them fictional like the bougie man, or the monster in my closet.
Others were things I created in my mind to constrict myself, like failure of not fitting in, not being loved.
I had thought all those things were actual fears that crippled one's development. Then phobias being the real icing to the cake...
But all those were nothing in comparison to this, to the fear the Alpha king instilled within me.
I literally choke for air from only seeing him. His usual characteristic wicked and taunting smile, and piercing blue eyes that look pass my flesh and pierce deep into my soul.
Then that aura of his thick as ever, possibly heavier, weighing down on me, demanding my submission.
I really am fucked.
"It's been a long while, hasn't it? You've change a lot in the month since I've last seen you." He stares at me, amused.
He must mean I look more pathetic than ever, thin and frail, with poison coursing through my veins to keep me docile.
"Did you do something with your hair, perhaps? No, that's not it." He snickers, stepping closer.
My body recoils away from him instinctively without even a command from me. I drag myself away from him with the little muscle I have, till my back hits the wall I have forgotten is there.
This gives him the opportunity to come even closer, and tower over me.
Even though I sit on the ground, I can't not see how freakishly tall and huge he is. It's almost surreal.
If it had been a different situation, I would have been in awe, privileged to bask in the presence of such a powerful monarch with his achievements speaking more for him.
But I simply wished he'd ignore my existence, and let me live.
"Ah, you're shaking like a little mice." He comments.
It's only now I realize just how much my body trembles.
"You're like a mouse, but also not like one. A mouse knows when to run away when it receives a threat, don't you agree?"
I know what he means.
His eyes leave me momentarily accessing the room around me. You'd think I would feel a bit of pressure eased up, but not one bit.
The most unsettling thing about the whole scenario is just how much he looked just like Silas; like an aged up version.
Like watching the guy you were head over heels for giving you the creeps.
Head over heels...?
"I see you've moved in quite nicely." He jests, obviously for his on enjoyment.
"Why are you doing this?" I mutter softly. It's almost inaudible.
I muster just enough courage to form those words.
"I haven't done anything wrong. I don't deserve to be locked up in here." My voice grows a bit louder now.
His smile never fades for one moment as he watches me. Hands folded behind him, standing with so much grace and poise.
I can clearly see just how much of a completely different pedestal he was on, a true royal.
"I agree, my dear... You see, the initial plan was to get end you in the most painless way possible, but Lucas, being like a second son to me, interfered on your behalf and came up with this plan instead. I apologize if you've been bored out of your mind all this while."
His voice lowers to a deathly low octave, and has imaginary worms and horror crawling up my skin.
"If you would still need it, I could end your misery right now. I clean cut and your head drops. You wouldn't even feel it or... I expect you wouldn't. But who knows, right?"
The tremors in my body only vibrate more, moving to my teeth that begins clattering against the other.
I bite my lips to stop myself, drawing blood.
I force deep breaths to calm myself but only feel more p--1-----------+-----------c+b-+;----- -AL-------
"Maybe if you had done this sooner, I would have let you go." He says.
He squats to my level, raising my head up my chin to look up at him. His cruel smile widens, seeing the moisture in my eyes, the fear, the lack of resolve.
He stares at me like a perfectly broken human, his precious art work.
"Maybe if you had stayed away from my son like we agreed, none of this would be happening."
Thoughts of Silas fill me again, and my heart flutters immediately, even faced with impending death.
Maybe I do really like him...
I am head over heels for Silas.
The crazy, arrogant, bastard with no boundaries or respect for others has stolen my heart weeks ago, and it had taken being tortured and almost killed more than a few times to realize just how important he was to me.
I smile bitterly just thinking about it.
"Oh, I see you have the audacity to smile about something else even while facing me." He says. Only this time, his smile seems more forced and ticked off.
I frown, remembering the kind of situation I'm in.
"No, I don't, and I don't think this situation would have been avoided because I cannot stay away from your son, no matter how much I try." I state firmly, a sudden gosh of confidence taking over me from nowhere.
It's the first time I stare into those blue pools, and I do so even with my shaking hands.
He watches me with a blank face for a second, while I bravely stare him in the eye, shocking even myself.
The aura still has a hold of me, yet I'm in a stare down with his majesty.
He lets go of my chin, rising fully to his feet again and looking away from me. I sigh once his eyes are away from me.
"I suppose you're right. I would have had you murdered at some point regardless." He speaks casually. "You see, you don't make jest of royalty and walk free. Life doesn't work that way, young one. You bear consequences for every action you make, consciously or not."
He stops and turns back to me, his smile returning.
"You, my dear, are only here because you're leeching off the benevolence of others. I cannot have you killed until after the mating is complete."
I sort of feel relieved by that?
I don't know, my emotions are all over the place right now. I did know that I am not going to make things easy for him...ever.
"Silas will be dropping by to see his family, specifically me. It seems he has finally put one or two things together."
My ears perk at his words. Adrenaline rushing through me so fast. He's still looking for me... and he's figured the culprit?
My heart paces faster and for the first time, hope, fucking hope, fills me. Hope that I can make it out alive somehow.
He's desperately searching for me, so I shouldn't give up.
"You're smiling again. Are you that charmed by my son?" He asks rhetorically, not requiring an answer of course.
"Yes." I say firmly with fire burning in my eyes.
He smiles even more sicker.
"Interesting. Then I should prepare a gift fitting for him, don't you think? For finding such an entertaining person as yourself."
I look more confused than ever, wondering if possibly he suddenly has a change of heart out of the blue.
I continue to wonder as he leans in again, and suddenly grabs my matted hair, tugging it. I yell out in pain, but he doesn't stop there, dragging me to the end of my cell by the hair. I'm barely fit enough to get on my feet fast enough. "Guard!" He yells out. His thunderous voice echoes.
Shuffling feet soon reach us while I tug and cry from my aching scalp.
"Get me some scissors." He says plainly.
I try to fight him while the guard runs to get the item but it's futile to even bother.
My scalp burns painfully while old wounds begin to open up again.
"Shhh, don't struggle. Be a good girl." He coos at me till the guard shows up again.
"Please, stop. Please!" I scream and beg at once, fighting against an unbreakable hold. "Stay still." He says again. I fight nevertheless until I heard the first snip of scissors on my hair.