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Captive IV

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Aerin’s heart raced as she fought to keep her composure, her nerves fraying with each passing moment. One of the goblins, the more sinister of the pair, took perverse delight in tormenting her. He circled around her, his clawed fingers inching toward the edge of her dress as if he might try to rip it away.

“Come on, princess,” he hissed, his breath reeking of decay. “The queen won’t mind if we have a little nibble before she gets her turn.”

The other goblin cackled with malicious glee.

As Aerin’s fear reached its peak, she witnessed a vortex of shadows swallowed the cell, plunging it into darkness. It entered with a sudden gust of wind that made the torch’s flame flicker and dance. The profound darkness took on a familiar form – Rohan.

The two goblins froze in place the moment they saw him. Rohan made a lazy gesture with one hand, pointing to the heavy wooden door of the cell. He spoke with an air of authority, his tone icy. “You’ve done what you were told. Now, leave.”

The goblins quickly retreated from Aerin, stumbling over the uneven floor.

Rohan flashed his teeth in a smile that held no warmth, his eyes turned to steel, cold and hard as he glared at the two goblins. “No more tormenting her. Pass this message to the others as well. If any of you lay a hand on her again, take your daggers and spill your own entrails.”

Aerin noticed that the goblins’ eyes appeared strange – fixed, glassy. They nodded, seeming dazed, and exited the cell in silence. Were they under some form of mind control? She wondered.

She also wondered why Rohan cared so much about her well-being. Was it a twisted form of pity? Or a cruel game?He had been nothing but cold and arrogant to her since they met. He was an ally of the cruel queen! Ally! Complicit in all the horror that happened at the meeting in Ereglond. He had kidnapped her from her home and brought her to this hellish place, where Absinthya wanted to use her for some dark purpose.

She hated him with every fiber of her being.

Or at least, she tried to.

But there was something about him that pulled her in like a magnetic force, defying her resistance. Something about his golden skin, his dark hair, his blue-gray eyes. Something about his voice, his touch, his presence.

Something that made her heart beat faster and her breath catch in her throat.

Something that scared her more than the goblins.

Aerin felt a surge of heat in her veins as Rohan’s eyes roamed over her body, lingering on every curve and angle. His intense gaze was a caress, a provocation. It felt almost… erotic. She wanted to look away, to hide her flushed face and racing pulse, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. She crossed her arms as if seeking to shield herself from his intrusive stare.

“What are you looking at?” Her tone held a sharp edge as she sought an explanation for his audacious stare. “Have you missed something?”

The sly curve of Rohan’s lips only deepened, and his eyes danced with a teasing glint as he started to move with feline grace, his steps fluid and confident. He slid his hands into his pockets, as if he had all the time in the world, his voice taking on a low and husky tone. “You look absolutely stunning in that dress.”

Aerin’s temper flared, and she spat, “You arrogant bastard!”

Rohan chuckled mockingly in response to her sharp words, his arrogance undeniable. “Your insults only make you more irresistible, my dear.”

Aerin clenched her fists, feeling a surge of frustration. “What do you want, Rohan? Why are you here?”

Rohan straightened up, his tone mockingly polite. “I came to see how you were doing in your new quarters,” he drawled, waving a hand at the cell. “And to offer you my concern.”

Aerin scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t need your concern. And I don’t need you here. Now leave me alone.”

Rohan raised a brow, feigning hurt. “Is this how you thank me for saving you from the goblins? I must say, I expected better manners from Eryone’s daughter.”

Aerin glared at him, her voice cold and hard. “I didn’t ask for your help. I never did.”

Rohan tilted his head, still playing along. “Ah, I see. Do you prefer the company of those goblins then?” He touched his own face, as if inviting her to admire it. “Or is it perhaps my face that displeases you?”

Aerin spat, venom lacing her words. “I would prefer anything over your company.”

Rohan clutched his chest, pretending to be wounded. “Ouch. That one hurt.”

Aerin shot back at him, not holding back. “It was meant to.”

Rohan grinned smugly, leaning against the wall with ease. “It’s refreshing to see you so spirited.”

Aerin seethed with anger. “Go to hell, Rohan. I hate you.”

Rohan replied with a smirk. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

The air in the cell crackled with tension, like a storm brewing. Aerin felt a surge of fury in her veins. She took a step towards him, fists clenched at her sides. “You’re nothing but a heartless killer, taking pleasure in the suffering you cause,” she snarled.

Rohan pushed himself off the wall, closing the distance between them. “A spoiled girl who believes everything her mother tells her,” he retorted, his voice laced with mockery.

Aerin couldn’t hold back her anger any longer, and she lunged at him, aiming to strike his chest with her clenched fists. But Rohan was faster than she expected. In the blink of an eye, he vanished into a wisp of smoke, leaving her to collide with the cold stone wall.

Aerin turned, cursing at him, and with a surge of determination, she sprinted towards him once again, her fists clenched and ready to strike. But no matter how fast she ran, he effortlessly reappeared in another corner of the cell, laughing mockingly at her futile attempts to land a hit.

She hated him. She hated him with a fire that burned her from the inside. He had taken everything from her: her freedom, her family, her happiness. And he had the nerve to laugh at her, to mock her, to toy with her.

“You pig!” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.

She charged at him once more, each time more frustrated, but the result was the same. Rohan evaded her with ease, disappearing and reappearing at will. His laughter bounced off the walls like daggers, a cruel counterpoint to her futile attempts.

Each time, her attempts to strike him were met with nothing but air. Rohan moved effortlessly, vanishing and reappearing with a taunting grin, savoring her irritation.

“You heartless scoundrel!!” she added, her rage intensifying.

The dance of frustration continued, with Aerin repeatedly trying to land a hit on the elusive fae male, all the while hurling insults at him. But then, her anger took a darker turn.

“You killed my brother!” Aerin accused, tears of rage and sorrow welling up in her eyes.

She saw a flash of something in his eyes that made her pause, something that looked like sorrow or regret. But she quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light. He couldn’t feel anything for her brother. He couldn’t feel anything at all.

Aerin charged at him once more, landing a punch on his chest before he vanished.

This time, Rohan allowed her to hit him, his expression resigned. “It wasn’t my fault,” he muttered as she pounded her fists on him. Aerin continued to hit him, her tears mingling with her anger.

She didn’t care if it was his fault or not. He was still responsible for his death. He was still the enemy.

Rohan’s voice held a bitter note as he replied, “I didn’t know. Even if I had, I couldn’t have—”

Aerin interrupted him with a choked sob. “You did nothing to save him!”

She wanted him to feel the blade of grief tearing his chest. She wanted him to suffer as much as she did.

Rohan’s frustration flared, and he growled through clenched teeth, “I couldn’t. You don’t understand.”

She let out a bitter laugh, the sound rough and joyless.  “Of course not. Your… mistress wouldn’t have approved.”

Rohan closed his fists tightly, trying to control his anger. He drowned in guilt for what he had done. He hated himself for feeling something for this girl. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Aerin pressed her palms against her eyes, her fingers quivering as she tried to steady her breathing. She hated feeling this way, especially in front of Rohan. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he had hurt her.

She was a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes, and Rohan felt his anger melt into guilt and regret. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her, but then he hesitated. He froze with his hand hovering in the air. He wasn’t sure if she would accept his touch or shove him away. He slowly lowered his hand, his expression filled with conflicting emotions.



[ Rohan being the asshole for a few moments.]


[Although the story is in Aerin’s POV, sometimes I quickly switch to Rohan. :D]

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