Prologue
Prologue
Warning this story will have some trigger warnings of Violence, Torture, Sex, Language. If that isn't your cup of tea that is fine I will try to warn you before on the chapters, but you will miss intregal parts of the story.
As I awoke, I was surrounded by bright lights, as I blinked my eyes to help them adjust I tried to move my arms I noticed they were held by thick metal chains attached to chair. I tried to move my legs, but they were also chained, every attempt to try to move just caused the chair to scrape against the concrete floor making the horrible sound of metal and concrete in a symphony of horrible screams. I looked around and saw a large room with concrete walls but right in front of me was a large stand of nine solid thrones each one representing their factions. There in those perfect thrones 8 pairs of eyes looked in my direction, some were filled with hatred, others amusement, and others pity... but one pair of eyes are the ones I searched for. His glowing golden eyes shown with a mixture of emotions that I couldn’t quite place. I wondered why him of all people would do this to me, he promised to protect me and show me this new world but here I was chained like some animal that was being sentenced to die. I took a deep breath and found the courage inside of me to finally.
“Why?” I whispered almost to myself, but I knew that they all could hear me. His glowing eyes investigated mine and I could see the inner struggle that he was facing.
" You are here to face charges for your crimes.” A woman on the far right of the thrones says, her voice sounding like a tinkling bell. “For the murder of one of our kings.” Her bright sea foam eyes stared into me and I could barely make out her face through the bright light, but I paid her no mind and continued to look at him.
“I have committed no crime; my story is one that was caused by one of your own.” I took a deep breath trying to control my rage.
" We are here to gather the evidence based on your testimony, your story.” Another voice on my left said, I turned my head to glance his way, but the light was too bright I couldn’t see who it was. He spoke with a calm indifference, but you could hear the gravelly tone to his voice.
I sighed ” Where would you like me to begin?” I say with a hint of sarcasm as I roll my eyes. I tug on the chains to see if I can try to break through them but all I am met with is a strong resistance and the sound of metal on metal.
“Tell us from the beginning.” Another voice spoke with a subtle Russian accent, he was closer to me so I could see the faint outline of figure.
" You want to hear my story?” I let out another sigh ” Then let’s start at the beginning.” I pause and look up to meet my eyes with his. I stare into those golden-brown eyes that I have come to depend on so much during this short time.
“Have you ever wondered why me? Why can’t I be normal? Why can’t I have the life that my friends are living. These are questions that I asked myself daily.” I said to them. “I lived as a somewhat normal person for 28 years of my life, all I had was my family. My mom, my dad, my little brother, a few great friends, and all the memories that you can imagine. Some happy, some sad.” I take a deep breath. ” My life has been filled with heartbreak and pain, loss and joy, happiness and fear. But I wouldn’t have traded it, it made me the person that I was, or at least the person I thought I was.”
I stop speaking then as I looked around and saw that every pair of eyes were on me, listening intently to my story waiting for me to continue speaking.
“I didn’t understand then what I know now that sometimes life has a way of breaking you apart and throwing you a curve ball. Mine happened to come with torture, violence, threats against my family the people I love.” I struggle to hold back the pain and rage that is bottling up inside me. I fisted my hands to dig my nails in my palm to remind me that I’m not back there but here in this dark, cold concrete room. “So, what do you think my story and me reliving it is going to tell you? Because you will then decide whether I am guilty or innocent, even though some of you have already decided this. Neither answer will be enough because life isn’t always about being fair or black or white. Sometimes you have to live in the gray area.”
My eyes meet his once again, the glowing gold eyes that made me feel safe just a few hours ago. He clenches his hands and rest them on his knee which has been gracefully draped across his large thigh.
I wondered what I could have done differently with my life, what could I have done to avoid being in this situation.
That’s when it hit me, there was nothing I could have done, this was always my fate. I would never have been able to escape this, or him.
I take another deep breath “So you would like me to start at the beginning?” I ask. I see his head nod to affirm that it was a yes. ” My terrible story of loss and love?”
Just then he spoke ” Start from the day you were taken.” His deep Scottish voice echoed against the concrete walls. ” Remember to be honest and explain yourself fully.” His eyes bored into mine with a look so tender I could almost feel him touching my cheek in a soothing way letting me know that out of everyone in this room I at least had his support, his love. But was ours a love that was destined to fail, I don’t know.
I take one deeper sigh “Alright.” I say with resolution knowing that there was no way out of this. ” Then let me tell you everything from the beginning.”
