Kaelith hummed observing her. Every emotion swirling in his eyes was replaced with coldness. He did not like how she broke the eye contact. He wanted to look at her. In her eyes.Throughher eyes.
“How are you feeling now?” He asked. Amara hated the way she felt intimidated by him. How he always managed to captivate her with his voice only.
She lowered her head, letting her caramel hair create a curtain between them. She didn’t like the way he made her feel when he was just a foot away. Yet close enough that she could smell his cologne.
“I am good. Thank you for letting me stay here.” Kaelith looked at her and watched as she involuntarily shivered.
Walking to the other side of the room, he stopped near the window with his back toward her. Amara admired how his broad shoulder covered most of the window, the fabric of hisshirt stretching against the muscles. He was tall, taller than Rafael.
Despite being brothers, Amara couldn’t see any similarities between them. Just like if one was fire, the other was ice. Flames and water.
“I hired a therapist for you. She’ll start working by tomorrow,” Kaelith said with a straight face. Hiseyesglimmered,yetnoemotionshowedonhisface.Handsclenchingtheedgesofthe window, staring at the distance.“If you need something else, tell Martha.”
Kaelith took a deep breath and closed the window before draping the curtains over it and turning around.
“Thanks...” sensing the heaviness of his gaze, she tried to ignore the sensations despite herheart beating rapidly and focused on the book. Though she hardly could see what she wrote withher blurred vision and unfocused thoughts. All she was aware of was his presence.
Kaelith glanced at her once more, making sure she was comfortable. He walked to the door.
“When will Rafael visit?” Amara hesitated whenhe was about to open the door. Kaelith’s jaw clenched. Though his expressions were hard to read, she could feel a sudden gloom in the aura.
"Soon..." he mumbled, leaving her confused if he even answered her. The silence was deafening. She frowned, leaning against the bed rest.
Hereyesflickeredtotheceiling,andaheavysighleftherlips.Itwasastarrynightoutside, sparkling yet dark, fascinating.
And then she glanced at the door as Kaelith walked out.
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CHAPTER 5
Amara stared at the darkness in front of her– that was all but stained with blood. Her nostrils scrunched holding back the urge to vomit. But the nasty and stale smell was forgotten in an instant when something shuffled behind her.
Panicked, she turned around in a blur, her eyes huge and watering. Hands shook as she clutched her sides with a desperate need to get away from this horrific room. Her breathing became more unstable when she realized there was nothing behind her, but a small crack through which a beam of light was coming from.
She swallowed the anxiousness and took an involuntary step towards the source of brightness, heart beating like crazy and senses all jumbled up. The silence engulfed. Sweat tickled down her back and forehead as she clutched onto the little hope of safety.
As she moved closer, the light become more visible making she let out a relieved sigh. But it was short-lived as you felt something wet beneath her feet all of sudden. Panic was soon to seize her and she let out a blood-curdling scream momentarily slipping on the floor landing on her knees. The impact had her screaming and crying feeling something wet and slippery crawling up her leg.
"Help!"
She tried to crawl but the thing just held her down. The source of light slowly started to fade making her cry even more.
"Somebody! Help!"
Her cries went in vain as the slimy thing crawled up her leg. Her hands flared as her nails dug into the floor and she wailed louder. Suddenly she heard a light laughter coming from behind. Knowing there was another presence, she started to struggle more anticipating the old new devil. The darkness molded into a silhouette in front of a man, tall and hidden by the shadows.
A scream escaped her mouth when her eyes landed on his eyes sparking with red crimson color. The room around her started to feel claustrophobic and started to decrease in size as he walked closer to her.
Amara panted as she strangled to scramble away but before she could move an inch, an unknown forceshackledherlimbstothefloor,hertearyeyesblurredandpanicgrippedherhardmaking her breathing shallow. The man neared her and his hellish fiery eyes scared her. She watched him as he crouched over her unmoving frame.
His hand raised in the air and she flinched as he placed his hand on her cheek a chill ran downher spine, and the room suddenly become colder and dark. She couldn't see his face but she could feel his breath fanning her skin. And it both disgusted and scared her. His cold fingers ran down to the curve of her jaw as he took his time caressing there.
A mocking chuckle left his mouth as he shifted his fingers to her lips, gently parting your lips as he rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb making her shut her eyes in anticipation. She prayed for anyhigherpowertosaveher.Hewithdrewhishand,andshesighedwithreliefbutitwas short-lived for he swiftly wrapped his hand around her throat.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as he smiled and looked down before pressing harder on her windpipe as she struggled and he kept looking at her like a fascinating little toy with his tilted head. She felt his claws digging into her flesh, drawing out blood but he didn't stop and applied more pressure as he chuckled and mumbled sending chills down her spine.
"Welcome to hell, sweetheart." Her face turned red and blue and darkness started dancing in her eyes and the last thing she remembered was his smile and dark eyes mocking her.
