Mare
I still don't know how I ended up here, a prisoner of Maven, kept on a leash like a dog, it sickens me. How could I have been so stupid. I knew he was after me and I still went out alone, even after Cal warned me not to. Cal. God I miss him. The door to my cell opened and I turned slowly, a pair of ice blue eyes stared at me through the darkness. Maven. Growling, I got to my feet, prepared to do whatever to get out of this stupid cell. Maven merely chuckled at my feeble attempt to reach him, the chains on my wrists and ankles and the collar around my neck prevented me from moving much more than a meter. I glared as he laughed and spat, hitting him square in the face. He stopped at that, eyes turning merciless and cold. His hand snaked around my arm, I could feel the fire burning beneath his skin. I could feel the rage he had built up over me, the fact I wouldn't cooperate and that I chose Cal over him. It pleased me, knowing I was annoying him. He seemed to see the glint in my eye and a sharp crack resounded as his hand made contact with my cheek. I grinned and laughed at him, daring him. He snarled and began again, slapping, punching, kicking, anything to break me. Admittedly, it was starting to hurt, a lot, but I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing I was hurt by his hand. Half an hour later and he gave up, clearly furious that I refused to budge. He may be frustrated but I found the whole thing quite humorous. The King, one of the most powerful people, was unable to break a simple red girl. Though I guess I wasn't simple. The lightning coursing through my veins made sure of that.