Prisoning Truth
Crime. (44th Chapter)
…The Next Day (In the Afternoon)…
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Giselle's POV:
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I have been grumbling constantly, throughout the day. I wanted to go downstairs and rush over Harry’s arms, but the demon had other plans. He seemed to be quite occupied with work, yet he didn’t leave the mansion since the rise of the sun. I haven’t spoken to him; I didn’t even care to make an appearance on any meal hours. The food was sent up to me, but I didn’t care a lot about my hunger.
All what I cared about now, is to break free with Harry’s hand laced in mine, rushing out of this place and never coming back. We would run, and run, until the day turns to night, we would never look back; we’d only focus on our future together. If only I could contact one of the guys, but how and that devil is tracking my phone? Gosh this is so tiring and suffocating. His presence itself is able to snatch out the oxygen from my windpipes.
If I stay in my room any longer, I will turn hysterical or my brain will explode over the walls. No, I won’t stay put and be weak and defenseless any longer; this has to end. I yank the doorknob and rush down the staircase, hurrying my confident pace in the search for his presence.“Looking for something, princess?” I pause my heels, turning my face to notice the person that should be neglected from the human race itself. His smirk boils my blood; his face makes me wish to have the ability to rip it off.
“Let him go, he doesn’t deserve being prisoned.” I haven’t realised that I sounded commanding, but I did once Santers’s face reacted in amusement. He claps his hand three times, before snickering a filthy laugh out of his disgusting lips.“Very well, Giselle. You are showing me day by day that you actually are the daughter of your father. We are so alike, you know?”
I stomp my left heel on the marble, as the sound echoes loudly.“(I spit) I am never was like you, and I never will allow myself to be like you either. (I cross my arms over my chest, as my head cocks up confidently) You claim that you care about me, you claim that I am your daughter. But what have you done so far to show me your care? You think these expensive clothes and lifestyle are how you gain me to your side? (I scoff) If that’s what you think then you’re delusional. (I huff a quick breath, as I proceed) What do you want from him? He isn’t doing you any good by being prisoned in the dungeon. You wanted me, so here I am. Let Harry go back to his family and friends. Its not a crime that he loves me, but what you’re doing is a huge crime.”
He cackles an angry laughter, walking away like what I just said was nothing to him. He didn’t even change or react, how could he be this arrogant and cold hearted? My weakness is begging me to go back to my room, right now. on the other side, this huge confidence is commanding me to proceed with my reasoning until he let’s Harry go.
At this moment, I don’t care if I am rescued anymore. This is where my destiny is set to be, but it certainly isn’t Harry’s. If he lets Harry leave, then that’s going to be enough for my satisfaction. Even if we don’t get the chance to be together, as long as he’s safe and away from Santers; I’ll be happy.
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Giselle's POV:
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I have been grumbling constantly, throughout the day. I wanted to go downstairs and rush over Harry’s arms, but the demon had other plans. He seemed to be quite occupied with work, yet he didn’t leave the mansion since the rise of the sun. I haven’t spoken to him; I didn’t even care to make an appearance on any meal hours. The food was sent up to me, but I didn’t care a lot about my hunger.
All what I cared about now, is to break free with Harry’s hand laced in mine, rushing out of this place and never coming back. We would run, and run, until the day turns to night, we would never look back; we’d only focus on our future together. If only I could contact one of the guys, but how and that devil is tracking my phone? Gosh this is so tiring and suffocating. His presence itself is able to snatch out the oxygen from my windpipes.
If I stay in my room any longer, I will turn hysterical or my brain will explode over the walls. No, I won’t stay put and be weak and defenseless any longer; this has to end. I yank the doorknob and rush down the staircase, hurrying my confident pace in the search for his presence.“Looking for something, princess?” I pause my heels, turning my face to notice the person that should be neglected from the human race itself. His smirk boils my blood; his face makes me wish to have the ability to rip it off.
“Let him go, he doesn’t deserve being prisoned.” I haven’t realised that I sounded commanding, but I did once Santers’s face reacted in amusement. He claps his hand three times, before snickering a filthy laugh out of his disgusting lips.“Very well, Giselle. You are showing me day by day that you actually are the daughter of your father. We are so alike, you know?”
I stomp my left heel on the marble, as the sound echoes loudly.“(I spit) I am never was like you, and I never will allow myself to be like you either. (I cross my arms over my chest, as my head cocks up confidently) You claim that you care about me, you claim that I am your daughter. But what have you done so far to show me your care? You think these expensive clothes and lifestyle are how you gain me to your side? (I scoff) If that’s what you think then you’re delusional. (I huff a quick breath, as I proceed) What do you want from him? He isn’t doing you any good by being prisoned in the dungeon. You wanted me, so here I am. Let Harry go back to his family and friends. Its not a crime that he loves me, but what you’re doing is a huge crime.”
He cackles an angry laughter, walking away like what I just said was nothing to him. He didn’t even change or react, how could he be this arrogant and cold hearted? My weakness is begging me to go back to my room, right now. on the other side, this huge confidence is commanding me to proceed with my reasoning until he let’s Harry go.
At this moment, I don’t care if I am rescued anymore. This is where my destiny is set to be, but it certainly isn’t Harry’s. If he lets Harry leave, then that’s going to be enough for my satisfaction. Even if we don’t get the chance to be together, as long as he’s safe and away from Santers; I’ll be happy.
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