Chapter Twelve

                                    

                                          



Nothing. She felt nothing.
                          
"She will be the downfall of our world if he gets his hands on her." The voice floated around like it was water.
                          
"Nicholas... You will bring the girl to me." a voice drifted through her ears, a voice she couldn't grasp onto. It sounded familiar...
                          
The girl woke with a jolt, sweat dripping from her forehead. Her eyes scanned the room and she was in a unfamiliar room. She was in a large bed and the curtains were closed, making the room darker than it was.
                          
Her head was throbbing and when she looked down, she was in a nightgown, the green fabric sticking to her skin from the cold sweat.
                          
She moved her legs to get off the bed and when she made way to stand up, a voice startled her from the shadows.
                          
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice was from across the room, somewhere in the dark.
                          
"Who are you?" Her voice ringed out, she cringed at how raspy it sounded. Her eyes adjusted slightly and she saw the man in the far arm chair, a glass of something in his hands.
                          
The man got up and advanced toward her. "The name is Chris. Chris Adley." She got a good look at the man, and she was in shock in how handsome he was. His sharp jawline shaped him and his brown fluffy hair fell around his face, his blue eyes piercing through her.
                          
His hand was held up in front of him and she took it, his large hand fitting around her small one. "Malina. Malina Donovan." She told him, staring into his eyes.
                          
"I know." He reclined his hand and sat down on the arm chair that was closer to the bed.
                          
"Why am I here?" She asked, getting up from her spot on the bed, but she did not get far. Her body fell, her legs giving up on her.
                          
"I told you that's not a good idea." Chris's arms were wrapped around her, holding her steady. Realization clicked into her brain and she pushed his hands off of her. She searched for her wand but it was no where around her.
                          
Her eyes darted back to his. "Answer me! Where am I? Where is my wand?!" she started walking toward the man, raising her hands, planning on using wandless magic without her wand.
                          
"Whoa, whoa, Malina." He put his hands up in defense. "I am not here to hurt you."
                          
"Bullshit. Tell me why I am here." She inched closer to him. When he didn't answer him, she casted a spell on him but it seems as though she was weak and her magic was not present. Instead, he casted a spell on her and she was tied to the bed.
                          
"Look, here Malina." His hand wrapped around her jaw and he tugged it toward him. His tone now changing, he no longer had amusement in his eyes, but anger.
                          
"I don't have to tell you shit. You're going to be a good girl and listen to me." He spat the words at her. "I gave you a chance to comply, but you have been a brat and lost that chance." He pulled her closer to him.
                          
"You are now a prisoner under my accord. Your dear old Tom can't save you now."
                          
"I don't need saving from him." She said through gritted teeth. "I can save myself."
                          
He gave a deep chuckle, he threw his head back, his laugh echoing through the dark room. "You are very brave, Malina. I admire the way you stand up to him."
                          
She didn't mirror his smile but only gave a mean scowl. He let go of her chin and backed away. "Oh, Malina. I'm sure you're wondering as to why I have you here," he started.
                          
"You won't have me for long, mark my words-"
                          
"Now, now. Let's not say things you will regret." He interrupted. "As I was saying, your Lord has stolen things from me, and I'd like it back." He snarled. 
                          
"I have no idea what you are talking about." She tugged at the ropes. "I can't help you."
                          
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He sat down on the bed.
                          
"Remember that beast from the forest?" She was confused for a moment but her brain clicked, her gaze snapped toward his.
                          
"Yes, that's right. Well, that beast was mine." His voice started to fill with rage.
                          
"How were we supposed to know?" She asked, she tried to back up from him, her back now hitting the head board.
                          
"Oh, he knew. He knew I needed that beast for-" He paused for a moment. "It doesn't matter. The matter is he stole it from me! And now I am going to steal something from him... you." He smirked at the end, his face now inching closer to hers.
                          
"You can't have me." She spat at him. His face stopped seconds before hers, their breaths mixing together.
                          
"I already have you." He gulped and backed away, fixing his suit as he stood up.
                          
"Someone will come and bring food to you." He turned back to her, his eyes traveling down the exposed parts of her body. His eyes met with hers again, "You will never leave this room again, for the rest of your pathetic life." With that, he left the room, leaving Malina alone, tied to the bed.

                          
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Tom's fist connected to the table, his hands smashing down on the wood.
                          
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" He roared, startling the people that sat at the table. They quickly left the room, their scared eyes watching the Dark Lord run his hands through his hair.
                          
He was finally left alone in silence since she has been gone. It has been three days now and there was no trace of her.
                          
When he came to the mans house, she had apparated somewhere and he hasn't seen her since. No one has.
                          
He searched through the papers again, searching for something. Anything.
                          
He grabbed his scotch glass and threw it against the wall, the glass shattering everywhere. He roared in rage, smashing another glass against the wall.
                          
He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He loosened the shirt collar on his neck and rushed down the hallway. He stopped when her room came into sight. When he walked into it, her smell invaded his nose and he felt like he could finally relax.
                          
His eyes traveled around the girl's room, eyeing the pieces of clothing that had been left on the bed.
                          
He knew, he would find her and when he did, he was going to kill whoever took her, painfully and slowly.






                          
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-Z<3