Chapter 1: Smoke and blood
Black smoke rose into the air from everywhere around me, my nose and throat stung from breathing it in. I coughed nearly falling to the ground, my lungs were begging for air,my limbs ached, and my wounds poured out crimson liquid. My body wanted me to give in yet, I refused, I wouldn't let him win this war.
My fingers clenched around the cross in my hand as I took a shaky step forward. My eyes narrowed at the dark skinned man in front of me, "Give up!" His voice echoed threw the air. "Your in no shape to be fighting! I don't want to hurt you anymore!"
A growl escaped my throat, "Shut up! I'm not giving up! I never wanted to be a part of you! And now I'm finally breaking away!"
The Turkish man smirked as he grabbed one of my hands and pressed my palm to his lips, "Heracles please." He whispered into my hand.
"N-No!" I quickly pulled hand back and growled.
Sighing Sadiq looked into my eyes, "I'll have to take you by force I'm afraid."
"you don't scare me Sadiq-" I was quickly caught off by another of my own coughing fits, my body was getting read to give in. Pulling my hand away from my mouth I found blood and I knew I wouldn't be lasting much longer.
"Damn." I whispered under my breath, everything around me seemed to slow down as my vision went blurry. Without my consent my knees gave in an I fell to the ground. No longer was I able to see the smoke or fire around me, no longer could I see the Turkish man standing above me.
After what had seemed like only moments of being swallowed by darkness my eyes opened slowly. I shifted my eyes around finding that I was in a small room with white walls, I laid on a wood framed bed black sheets beneath me. I was wrapped in a navy blue blanket, and next to my bed was a small table where a plate of bread and glass of water sat. This room seemed familiar but then again my mind was still hazy. Gingerly I tried to sit up, but the sudden shock of pain sent me back down on the bed.
"Careful your still injured pretty badly."
My eyes widened that voice caused me even more pain then trying to move did. There standing in the door way was the man I hated, "Don't tell me what to do!" I managed to snap in a raspy voice. My throat was dry and it hurt to talk.
The dark haired man sighed, "Heracles, must you be so cruel? I just saved your life and you can't even show me a little bit of gratitude?"
"You should have let me die on the battle field! I'd rather be dead then be back here!" I growled lowly.
A smile came to the Turkish mans lips, "But what use would you be to me dead?"
"I hate you! I will kill you!" I attempted to yell, but it came out more like a pathetic squeak.
"Seems we don't share mutual feelings." I saw the Turkish mans smile fade and he turned to walk out. "Just get some rest and heal up. I'll be preparing dinner if you need anything."
As Sadiq walked out I glared at him, if I had the strength I would have punched that man! But for now all I could do was lay here and let my wounds heal while I planned my next plans for freedom from that terrible man. I wouldn't stay here for the rest of my life, eventually I would break away from Sadiq one way or another.
I know it's terrible, please don't kill me!