Suddenly the other part of my mind started to act up. ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE! He killed your family! He might of helped the angry princess! Don't fall for his fucking games, or your no better than the whore he called you! That thought made me push him away, my pale hands feeling the white fabric of the straight jacket. I walked out of the library I was in, with the Jackal behind me.
"What the fuck, Autumn! What are you doing!" Jackal's screams followed me.
"I can't kiss the murderer of my fucking family! Let alone sleep with him! Especially with my crazy uncle trying to fuck me as well as you! I can't fucking take guys!" I screamed at him, turning towards him. He stopped in his tracks, the restraints on his jacket, clinking against each other at the sudden halt.
"For. The. Last. Time. I didn't fucking murder your family! I apologized for your stupid mother's death, but you didn't like her anyway so I don't get why the fuck you even care," he hissed, glaring at me. His icy glared began to chill me but I refused to show that I was scared of him.
"I might not have been great friends with my mother but she still gave birth to me! Don't even fucking make it seem like you care about me! I don't even know why I let you cloud my judgment! You are nothing more than a psycho freak!"
"You fucking whore! I hope your beloved uncle rapes you! Or I will!" And with that, the Jackal was gone. I looked at the floor, the glowing yellow Latin spells illuminating the glass floor.
"My sweet bride, there you are." His disgusting voice called out to me. A shudder of disgust and rage shook my pale, and now curvy body. I turned on the heels of my black combat boots, the little black cocktail dress my uncle had me wear moved with the movement. I made my amber eyes turned to slits as I glared at my 'husband'. He was leaning against the glass wall, his scarred lips had a smirk played on them. "You denied poor little jackal, didn't you?" I continued to glare at him, as he slowly moved closer. The Oxfords he wore made light slapping noises against the glass floor with every step he made. "I'm proud that you stayed loyal to your beloved. I made the right choice in choosing you instead of looking for someone else. Now is not our time sadly. I am too tired to have our honeymoon nor punish you for running. Let's just put you in your punishment cell and call it even."
"Punishment cell? You have a fucking punishment cell?"
"Yes. It's downstairs. Where your precious Jackal is," he said, almost right in front of me. I stood my ground, refusing to move back even though one part of my mind was screaming at me to move. To run. But I was through with running. Instead, I was planning my revenge. Screw the promise I made Jackal. I'm killing him. Tonight.
"But...baby, the Jackal means nothing to me. I want to be with you," I said, circling my arms around his neck. Drake's smirk instantly dropped, and a surprised face crossed over his face but was then replaced with a suspicious look.
"What made you want to be with me," he growled. Wow...he's not the brightest crayon in the crayola box. Perfect.
"I just realized how devilishly handsome you are, my darling..husband," I replied, swallowing my saliva that I wanted to spit on him.
"Well my young bride, let us finish our wedding deed," he purred, wrapping his arms around my thin waist, pulling me closer to him. The suspicion he had held was now gone from his. "We can talk about your punishment later." He kissed my lips, painted a crimson color for our wedding. I swallowed the viral taste in my mouth as I kissed his cold lips back, taking his attention from anything else around him. I swiftly brought my knee up and into his hard groin. He instantly pushed me on the ground, before doubling over, holding his probably bruised groin.
"YOU STUPID BITCH!" He screamed at me, through gritted yellow teeth. I glared at him, making my eyes look like slits of a snake.
"I'm stupid? You're the one who thought I, or any woman or man, would want to fuck a disgust rapist like you!" I spat, actually spitting the viral taste I had into his pained angry face, before running faster than before, using the anger I had as energy to propel me forward.
"YOU GET BACK HERE," was all I heard before I was out of ear shot of his cursing fit. Before I knew where I was going, I was in the basement. I screamed as I came face to face with the angry princess.
"Looks like the little girl has lost her savior. I heard what you and the Jackal were talking about. I finally get to kill you." She smiled, amusing herself with her words. I backed up, hitting the glass corridor wall I had trapped myself in. The angry princess moved slowly toward me, a creepy smile upon her beautiful, slashed face. Her blood stained glittering knife was beginning to raise by her soaked dark hair.
"Please...what did I do to you?" I asked, with a pleading look on my face.
"You lived." was her simple answer as she began her slashing. "I'm going to draw out your death just so you can feel the pain I felt when I ended it." She slowly ran the sharp blade through the layers of my skin, causing an creeping river of red to drown the flesh she cut. The air around each wound began to sting almost as much as the slicing and slashing she caused. The warmth my skin once held was beginning to leave me and my breathing became shaky. I began to lose all my glasses fell to the floor, cracking at the impact of glass against glass.
"DANA!" Came a devilish scream. I was barely conscious when the assault stopped. "Autumn?" came a quiet whisper.
"What...whose...there?" I asked. My voice was barely there. It was like a breath barely escaping my lips.
"It's me. Ryan. Are you alright?"
"Ryan?..."
"Yes, Autumn. Are you alright?"
"Where are you?...I can't see you.."
"I'm right beside you," he whispered, before placing my head into his lap.
"It's so cold...what's happening..."
"Come on Autumn! We have to get you upstairs. I have to take care of you, like you took care of me." He whispered, before picking me up and carrying me upstairs. To me, it just looked like I was floating in midair whenever I looked into the engraved glass walls. I saw the slashes the angry princess caused. She had slashed my arms open and some of my chest, cutting through the fabric of my dark lacy cocktail dress to get to my chest. I looked like a rag doll that had been played with too much over the years. I was surprised I was still breathing even, when Ryan finally put me on a bed. Slowly he slid glasses onto my face so I could see what he was doing.
"Ryan...why are you helping me?"
"I couldn't just let that bitch kill the only good woman I have ever known...you're the only female who isn't selling herself in the alleys."
Hey darlings!
Sorry about the late update! Been pretty busy lately. I really hope I can start updating more soon! I know I said there was probably going to be a lemon in this one but I decided to wait and have Autumn and Ryan's relationship rekindle. thanks for the comments!