Chapter 8: A Monster
Rory
I was locked away in a room and have been trapped in there for more than twelve hours. After Alex finished threatening to kill me if I end up trying anything on the wedding, he had proceeded to order his guards to take me away and lock me in a room.
The room I was locked in was spacious and beautiful, but I hated it with so much passion. Staring at it right now sent another wave of bitterness through my insides. I had been looking forward to get married to Alex and move into the palace with Alex so I'd be able to live in a bedroom as pretty as this. But being trapped in this bedroom right now was only making my heart ache.
Since the moment I got locked up in here, I had cried until the tears refused to come. I had tried escaping but there was no window in the room to begin with, and I couldn't pick locks for the life of me. Whenever a maid comes by to ask me if I'd like something to eat, I had always pleaded with her to please help me. But she had been so detached because each time, she'd only roll her eyes before turning away and exiting the room, leaving me to my wretched plight.
I was currently on the bed, laying on my back and staring at the roof, because that was literally all I could do in my current situation. Sit around and wait for me plight to come to me, because that was the only option I currently have.
The wedding was taking place tomorrow, and it seems like Alex has decided to hold me hostage here until the wedding day. A day which once used to bring me immense happiness whenever I thing about it, made my eyes fill up with biter tears, one which I was quick to wipe away, because I knew it wouldn't change a thing.
The sound of the lock getting unlocked made me sit up at once and I stared at the door until it opened to reveal Alex in all his glory filling out the doorway. He remained there a moment longer before stepping into the room and pushing the door close after him.
He offered me a bright smile, one which would have had my heart racing in the past. Now, it only filled me with the urge to scratch that smile off his face.
"Is this what you want? An unwilling bride? A kidnapped one? One who clearly doesn't want to get married to you? One who's completely repulsed by that thought?" I demanded as he began to make his way towards me, glaring at him with so much contempt.