Bride To His Darkness

Samantha nervously gulped down her saliva when his handsome face loomed over hers, his eyes trapping her like a fox about to enjoy its new plaything before devouring her to bits. She felt totally anxious considering his unknown intentions towards her and gently bit down on her already chapped lips.

When he was starting to get too close with their faces drawing nearer, she immediately lowered her head in a bow, almost colliding it with his if he hadn’t paused mid-way, and once again, she was forced to deal with their close proximity.

Why won’t he keep his distance? She looked anything but attractive in this state, yet he seems to have trouble with the gap forged between them. Was he doing this because he knew she hated it? Cause she hated him??

"What are you thinking? Little lamb?" The question in his tone made Samantha snap her head up to meet his eyes. "I find it offensive seeing you distracted when I’m right in front of you, and you wouldn’t want to unleash my annoyance on such a good day. Don’t repeat the same mistake, or I might take actions you may not like." Taking a strand of her hair in his gloved finger, he toyed with it, wrapping it around his index finger, and Samantha would hate to reveal what was on her mind.

"I asked you to run," his eyes lazily lifted to meet hers, "you didn’t run far enough, but I must applaud how you survived your five years escaping punishment. Everyone thinks you’re dead by now, but I’m tempted to open the memories of fresh wounds." And he pulled back, but not enough to be called a distance.

"We’ll arrive at the palace soon, and do you know what will happen when we do? If someone recognizes you as the daughter of a murderer, you’ll be done for." The insane smile on his lips wasn’t friendly, but taunting. He ignored the glare Samantha’s eyes casted at him and continuously toyed with her hair.

"Just think, if I end up exposing your name to the royal court, your head will roll right off your neck in a snap." He snapped his fingers at her face before smiling with cruelty as though he could already picture the scene in his head. "The shock in your eyes would be a beautiful sight to witness, don’t you think? And I wonder.. who’s going to take it as a trophy, hmm... I have a better idea that should please you, they’ll place your dangling head in my late Father’s room, hanging it right next to the head of your loving Father, so you both can rot together as family." His eyes glinted wickedly.

"You.!!.."

Samantha grabbed the glass cup from the floor and wanted to smash his head with it in a fit of rage, but he caught her wrist and pulled her close instead, burying his nose against the nape of her neck. Samantha felt conflicted as his malignant words rang in her head, sounding more evil than anything she’s had to encounter.