The Cursed Human

“SANDRA!” he roared loudly enough to make the chandelier hanging above us shake. What was he? An animal? The fact that he was not human was still unsettling to me and my heart. One could easily get scared only by hearing his voice.? Every time he spoke, every single fibre in my body screamed at me to run for the hills, to hide away from him and never look back. I would have been shaking by hearing his voice but guess what, I already was shaking from our previous disagreement.

I stayed quiet like I was not even in this room, like he was not a human, pretending that I couldn’t heard him. I didn’t wanted him to grace me with his unwanted attention. I didn’t wanted his hands around my neck or worse, I didn’t wanted him to kill me.

My train of thoughts came to an end when I glanced towards entrance as a middle aged woman came to view. She had those darker than coal hairs tied nicely up in sleek bun, wearing long white skirt with matching apron and black turtle neck underneath. I watched as she carried a cart towards the table. The cart was filled with delicious looking food, with sweet scented jugs of juice and many other delicious appetizers. And while walking towards table her eyes were down casted.

She might be Sandra.

She stopped near the end of the table and placed everything elegantly on the table. After setting everything, she took a empty plate from cart and arranged some pancakes and some juicy looking fruits in it. Mere thought of food made my taste buds pop.

I groaned inwardly. I was hungry as hell!

She took me by surprise when she situated the plate in front of me and she placed a glass full of fruit juice in front of me.

I smiled and mumbled a small thank you.

She looked startled for a second but soon recovered herself. She gave me a little smile and bowed. I thought some people here were not familiar with thankyous.

“Leave.” he said. The annoyed tone of his voice made me look at him. He could made people obeyed him with his voice alone.

“Your highness.” she bowed down her head and exited the room or hall I must say.

I immediately looked up at him.

Your highness?

Why was she calling him your highness?

Who was he?

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t even realised that he was looking at me. His sharp cerulean blue eyes pierced deep into my soul. His intense gaze was making my insides quiver with something I wasn’t familiar with.

He turned towards me.

“Eat.” he growled when he found me staring at him.

“Who are you?” I asked proud of myself for not stuttering. He glared at me. I glared back. Human or not, he had to gave answers to my questions.

‘It is so brave of you’, Sarah. My subconscious mocked me.

I needed to knew why I was here!

His gaze was making me uncomfortable but that didn’t stopped me from glaring at him. We stared at each other for a moment. I was getting really uncomfortable. And finally I averted my eyes from him. But I could still felt his eyes digging holes into my head.

“Who are you and why am I here?” I asked again politely because I didn’t wanted him to flip again. My eyes were everywhere but him.

“Eat your fucking food.” he gritted. He was getting angry, I could tell by the way he was gritting his teeth and clenching his hands, but I wouldn’t do anything till he told me why was I here.

I was afraid of him, I admitted but I wouldn’t let him control me not now not ever.

“No. I w-won’t unless you tell me who are you and why am I here.” I repeated my questions. He looked at me coldly and took a predatory step towards me with dangerously slow pace.

I didn’t get time to registered what happen before his hand was on my throat and let me warn you, his grip was anything but gentle. His grip was hard.

He was choking me.

He pulled me up by my throat and made me stood in front of him. I wrapped my fingers around his large hand, desperate to get out of his compact grip but he didn’t budged. I didn’t look up at him. I didn’t wanted to show him my fear.

My fear of him.

When I started seeing black dots at the back of my head, he loosened his grip.

My eyes were watery at this time.

Before I had chance to back away and? breathe, his free? hand connected to my face with force I never encountered.

He slapped me across the face. It rocked me back and I fell on the floor with my hand on carpet, either side of my body.

My eyes were on the ground. Unable to meet his gaze. I was never slapped by any one. No one ever raised hand on me. I placed my hand on my burning cheek.

D-did he j-just slapped me?

Something watery descended down my face.

Tears?

Once that fresh first tear broke free, the rest followed? in an unbroken stream with hundreds of pearls of my emotions.

I stayed like that. My mind was processing what had just happened. I was beyond shocked to comprehend anything. I never ever in my entire life thought that someone would hit me.

I gasped loudly when he grabbed me by my hairs and smashed my head against the table. My head started throbbing from the impact.

He didn’t even gave me time to breathe am ounce of oxygen when he tightened his hold on my hairs and threw me on the chair on his right. I fell on the chair and the chair fell down from the impact.

My head hurted too much. My body hurted too much. It seemed that everything hurted too much. Slowly, my senses started to send reports back to my brain. There were bruises on my arms and legs. The ugly blue black bruises were only fueling my anger and fear.

And fear was dominating my anger.

I kept my eyes closed not because I didn’t wanted to see anything but because I didn’t wanted to know what he would do further.

“Get up.” he said.

I made no move to get up. Its not like I wanted to defy him but my body was not allowing me to do so. My whole body was aching.

Why was he doing this?!

I wanted to scream.

“NOW!” he growled. I immediately stood up on my feet with wobbly legs. I gripped table for support. I knew I would fell down if I would kept standing. I kept looking down. I could feel his anger radiating through him.

Was it just me or the room was getting colder too!

He moved towards me with threatening steps making me take a step back away from him. His one step, my two. But I was out of luck when I gasped as my back hit the edge of table. He let out an amused yet sinister chuckle. And next moment he wasted no time and caged me between the table and his muscular body. His movements were very sharp that I barely had time to react before he grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me towards him.

“P-please!” I started but he? quickly shoved me against the table. The fear was engulfing me. He was too close for my liking. I pressed my hands against his chest to push him away. But he swiftly grabbed my wrists, held them behind my back and pulled? me closer towards his chest.

He leaned forward and positioned his head in valley of my neck and inhaled deeply.

“Now, you will think twice before disobeying me.” His harsh voice rang through my ears like alarm bells and I saw black dots in front of my eyes from all the exhaustion, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and then I felt myself fell into a comfortable numbness.