C1 Ballards in dungeon

As if pulled by a magnetic force beyond her will, she creeps slowly to the center of the hall, her eyes narrowed in disbelief and her gaze stuck on the giant Chandelier that hung beneath the wine colored dome. The arrays of royal candles in the hall, precipitated a reddish ambience that shone against the silver tiled walls of the halls. A seismic breeze had caused the flames on the giant candles to flicker, till the hall was dim for a couple of seconds causing Ava to notice the malfunction of the Chandelier which emitted no lights of its own. The absence of light in the dozen bulbs wasn’t the cause of her bewilderment, it was the immobile body that hung on the Chandelier, that left her rather startled than scared.

“ Jason?” She whispered as she slowly gained on the center of the Chandelier. Her yellow gown being meandered from the pressing currents of the winds. In her hands was Ophelia, her woolen doll, which doubled as her own daughter. Her tender feet made no sound as they sauntered over the wine colored tiles that ran over the continuity of the building. The softness of her feet was a testament of the stress-free lifestyle she was living. Soon, the breeze ceased to blow and she was standing beneath the emblem of Chandelier with Ophelia clutched tightly to her bosom.

“ Jason.” She called out again, this time around with more of certainty than doubt. Her lids flicked further apart as she gazed at the being lying haphazardly on the branches of the chandelier. Unlike her, he was dressed in the clothing of a peasant boy. He was hung face down, with his face being opaque by his silky black hair which hanged earthwards. Only if she could see his face, then she would be able to tell if he was playing a game on her or not.

“ Get down Jason . you ‘scaring me.” She hushed as her breathing began to heighten in a new sense of fear that eloped her. Her scared gaze was fixed on the channels of his dangling hairs, in a bid to see if he was hoarding a grin from her. From the blues, and like a sudden downpour of rain, there was pelt of liquid on her temple, causing her to shriek in fear. Very slowly, she raised her trembling hands amidst the new surge of breeze, scooped off the liquid from her forehead and slowly lowered her palm till she could see the dark Crimson liquid which was undoubtedly blood.

“ Jason?” She muttered. At that moment, the wind currents became powerful, causing the silky hair of the lad to sway further to the side till his gory face was visible.

Petrified and dazed by the reality hanging many feet above her head, she screamed at the top of her innocent voice, causing the winds to bellow even harder till the Chandelier was blown off the dome, and came crashing towards her.

(Ava’s POV)

“ A heavy thud on my head causes me to wake up with a scream. I quickly crawl towards the mold infested walls of the dungeon till I feel my back pressed against it. I can hear the steps of the well fed rodent that had fallen on my head, running across the cracked floors of the dungeon. The only thing more cracked than the floor is my dried lips. I sigh tiredly and slowly place my once tender palm over my bosom. I’m glad it was just a nightmare. With my tired head against the wall, I hear chants and merry making but I don’t feel compelled to move a limb. My hate for Damon only heightens the more. In the past, he had locked me up for eight hours, and then twelve hours. Never had he exceeded that margin. I have been locked up for twenty four hours in this dark dungeon, without food and without water, just because he had seen me in state of Euphoria with Giannis, the cooks son who is my partner in gossip. I sigh deeply while my face is scowled in sadness. “There’s nothing to live for.” I sniffle while I service the simultaneously noise of my rumbling stomach and the merry making in the castle’s hall. Today is third, it’s the day Asher and his twin brother Damon, get to take over as leaders of the pack. The most hated duos in my life are winning while I lay here in malaise and dejection just for saying the truth. “ Yes; I told Giannis that Damon was a derailed pervert who couldn’t stand seeing me with any male. I also told Giannis I was going to leave the pack the very moment I feel my wolf.” Perhaps he isn’t man enough to watch me leave. There’s something on my mind that I can’t seem to pinpoint. Something that hoards a promise of glee and accomplishment. Something so strong. It compels me to ponder amidst the hunger and thirst that ravages my stomach. Like a powered light bulb, my eyes flicks open in excitement. It’s my eighteenth birthday! I’m officially an adult. The thrills of making it this far causes me to stand on my feet till I begin to dance to the ballads from the Castle hall. Eighteenth birthday in a dungeon? Nope, the bells of freedoms are all I hear.

[The Handover ]

“ A fool at twenty two, Wait for it.” Lasker chimed, with a smile as he stands in the elegance of his black tailored blazers and his lustrous leather shoe which bore a permanent highlight from the ambiance of the highly luminous hall. Most of the people present, are royalty or people of high caliber from across the league of nations. Tall and charming Asher had just given his vote of thanks to the attendees and as a young prince who was mostly introverted, he had just a little to say. A loud of cheers, mostly from bespoke young ladies, had filled the air while he walked back to his seat on the distinguished table. It was time for Damon to give his vote of thanks and as expected by Lasker and everyone else who knew the young prince; unplanned Drama was never going to be so far from happening.

“ Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming his majesty, prince Damon, to the royal podium.” Said the Royal anchor who wore an elegant swallowtail coat. His words were met with a standing ovation, that went on for many seconds without Damon showing up. He wasn’t in the picture and no one could see.

“ The looser that never fails to disappoint.” Muttered Lasker and casted a grin of satisfaction.

“ Where is Damon. He was here just now.” Madeline whispered to her eldest son.” Who sat majestically as he hawks his gaze in search of his twin brother.

“ I don’t know. I left him here.” Asher replied in a lofty tenor.

“ My goodness.” She hushed, feeling embarrassed by the absence of her son.

“ Damon; Not so …hard” Selena moans in a heightened surge of passion, her right hand curled over the coarse stem of apple tree , while her left hand arrests the edges of her worn out gown just above her waist, making visible the paleness of her plump rear.

“ Shut up!” Damon groans like an enticed beast, as he gyrates, delivering even harder strokes from behind. His soft palms subconsciously pressing over her throat in ecstasy. He reaches for the shoulder of her gown and abruptly pulls it downward with so much ferocity that it causes her enticed breast to bump from impact.

“ Lord…!!!” She cries out in lost ecstasy from the far depths of his strokes inside her, while she battles with the offensive stench of alcohol and saliva his beastly kisses. His pinning weight behind her, causes her to aloud, subconsciously stimulates a drunken Damon. His response is instantaneous, cupping the spongy heap of flesh on her chest , a single palm of his , doing simultaneous justice to both glands, affording his idle palm the raunchy liberty of spanking the side her butt. His waist and feet; coordinates in rendering deep strokes of athleticism on the pinned maid.

“ They are calling …out to you. Go!” Selena mutters inaudibly as she closes her eyes to service the ecstasy of his lewd adventures.

“ Keep shut!” Damon groans, pulling her lower waist closer to his crotch, causing her to scream from a dilemma of pain and pleasure. His breath tenses amidst his seismic strokes. His giant palms slithers upward to grip her feeble throat, subconsciously exerting pressure over it, till she begins to choke.

“ Damon!” She screams out his name in ecstasy as she feels the last of his turgid strokes pushing down the fountains of her canals as he lets out a deep orgasmic moan, pinning her deeper against the stem; his face and her neck, married in a sweaty union of bodily fluids While in a hunting footstep of the night lances towards their direction.