ℂhapter 5

The Boy Whom Has Purple Hair

It's been an hour since Felix left me here alone. The room temperature has somehow gotten colder & my entire body feels numb. I'm barefoot in a dress that doesn't even cover my body. I still have a little courage but most of it is gone.

The strong smell of oil has seem to have disappeared, mainly because my nose has become numb as well.

On the bright side of all of this, I cannot feel the pain I have endured...That is the only acceptable part.

I begin to rub my hands through the entanglement of my hair & it does not feel satisfying at all.

There is no reflector in sight but i'm certain I look like something out of a horror movie.

All of my thoughts vanish when I hear footsteps sauntering through the room. It made me jump up, moderately.

Could it be Felix?...it can't be, the footsteps sound rougher than before.

I grab the bars of the cell & lean forward while I look up ahead, resting my knees on the cold concrete. Perhaps it could be him...

I open my mouth without another thought. "Felix?" I question.

The echoes of the steps become louder, just like Felix' did earlier.

I watch as the person stops right in front of me, compelling me to only see his legs. I gradually lift my head up and to my shock...I see the boy with purple hair, shining in the only light in the room.

Silas Wisteria.

...

"Sorry to disappoint" he gloats.

His voice alone sends shivers down my spine. It wasn't like this at all when I was talking to Felix. Silas doesn't purposely give the smile that he does.

"Um..." I stutter.

I can't even form a full sentence, let alone a word. Why is my mouth trembeling?

I watch as he stands there, looking down at me with anger in his eyes.

His clothing style is very unique & similar to Felix'.

He's wearing the same coloured jeans but with a maroon stripped flannel around it. I feel like i've seen this clothing style somewhere before. It must have been the novel I read because there's nowhere else I would have noticed it...although, I don't remember reading something remotely in particular but that's just my amnesia talking.

He's got on a white t-shirt under a light black sweater, zipped up right before his neck, all under an unzipped sweater that has white colouring on it. I notice that he's also wearing an expensive chain similar to Felix' as well.

When I stare into his face, he seems somewhat more familliar to me.

His purple hair flows over his head flawlessly, bringing out the light in his eyes.

"Take a picture. It will last longer" he mutters with a grin.

I haven't even noticed that I didn't even say a full sentence yet. I was just examining his face a little too long. I bring my face down in humiliation.

"What's the matter?...can't even speak?" he groans.

"Maybe those servants of yours speak for you."

I'm having a hard time understanding what he means. Felix speaks highly of him but that's only because their conversations are way different from the conversation taking place right now.

"Too bad that you will never get to see them again" he continues to gloat.

My words will only ever come out in stutters from this point on. That's how nervous I am.

"I...uh...where's Felix?" I blurt out.

He puts his hand on his hip & takes a deep breath that intimidates me.

"Felix has more important matters he needed to attend to."

He did not hesitate to tell me that.

It was easier talking to Felix but I feel as though anything I say to Silas will not reach his ears.

"So i've decided to bring you to your room by myself" he grins & the attitude in his voice did not sit right with me. He's talking in such a passive aggresive tone.

"So get up & follow me!"

He opens up the cell & waits for me to stand up but I just remembered that my body is completely numb.

I can't move a single muscle no matter how hard I try.

"What's taking so long?" he hisses.

"I can't...move" I admit & it suddenly becomes awkward while he freezes in his spot for a moment.

"Don't think that just because Felix warmed into your heart that i'm going to be easy on you." he argues. "Remember that you're still just a prisoner...you're lucky I didn't make you a slave!"

He has such built up rage inside of him & I can feel it. I can sense just by looking at him that he would rather leave me down here for eternity.

He probably wants to say more cruel things to me but he's stopping himself by force.

"Now quit being a baby & just stand up!" he

demands, checking his watch. "I don't have all day."

I would rather not be scolded by Silas anymore than I have to so I need to try & move.

I peek over at my dress & it's beggining to slide down just a little bit. I stare back up at him & then look at the straps of my dress, that are hanging off of my shoulders.

"Let me just..." I mumble & grab the top part of my dress as I attempt to move my legs.

"What are you doing?" he questions in confusion & my cheeks turn bright red, just like before. "Well...um...my dress...it's-"

I can't even complete my words before he proceeds to roll his eyes.

"What about your dress?" he asks, clearly annoyed that i'm taking even longer time.

I pull up the top ripped part of my dress & try to cover my legs whereas a whole lot is showing.

"It's...it's...um" I mumble & he immediately catches on. He takes a quick glimpse down at my black laced dress & says "Trust me...i'm not even looking."

"That is not what i'm concerned for!" I reply & attempt to cover my legs some more.

He says his words with such unnecessary rudeness in his voice but just because he tells me he's not looking, doesn't make it any better.

I wish I had something around me, to be covered up & warm.

"Now get up, you're wasting my time" he orders me.

I clear my mind about all of my thoughts, especially about how numb my body is. I try not to think about it at all.

I touch the jail bars with my fingers & sit on my knees to stiffen up my body. I begin to move my foot, in a way where it touches the floor while my other knee is still positioned the same way. I then start to move my other foot & after a lot of quivering & strength, I manage to put both of my feet on the ground. I then, struggle to straighten out my knees until i'm standing in a proper posture.

"Now lets go" he instructs & turns around to walk but right throughout that moment, as I start to move my foot, I cannot feel it at all.

"Um...I..." I begin but he spins back around swiftly & yells "What is it now-"

My legs stop working as it trips from one step & I fall right into his chest.

...

The worst thing that could have happened, actually happened & I have no motion left in my body. My head is just touching his chest.

"Hey! what are you-" he embarks just as he touches my arms to push me away but he lets go really quickly before even getting the chance. The room goes quiet for a split second. He must have felt how cold my arms were.

His hands were so warm for that moment he touched me. It felt kind of nice & wished it would have lasted longer but compared to who he is, I shouldn't be admitting that.

"Oh for **** sakes!" he mumbles under his breath as he begins to take off the large sweater he was wearing.

"The things I do for Felix."

He places the sweater around me so briskly & touches my shoulders to move me back.

He then, sighs really deeply & thinks for a moment before he picks me with his hand under my legs while the other is behind my back.

"Honestly...how much of a baby can you be" he continues to mumble.

I don't agree with this scenario either but there's nothing more I can do about it.

I begin to put both of my arms around his neck to hold support so I don't fall.

Next, he proceeds to walk to the exit of this dark & cold room, while carrying me. It is pretty awkward but I couldn't move my legs any other way.

I can frankly say that i've never seen past this celler & I wonder what it's like.

I strive not to make eye contact with him but it already feels as though he wants to get this over with. I know he hates me & I want to find out the reason for that. I certainly do have amnesia if I didn't even remember who I was when I woke up that morning.

The door gradually opens & I see a bright emanation. As soon as Silas steps foot inside, I feel a warm breeze hitting me at once. It starts to mix with the iciness of my body & my eyes begin to feel a bit drowsy.

Could it be the lack of sleep? I couldn'g get much sleep in that celler because of how cold I felt but the warmness of this room makes it all the better.

As Silas is walking through the hall, I notice how big it is. It's pretty empty as of now but it's similar to the manor I was obtained from, it only looks a tad bit more modern than that one. The colour scheme is royal gold while the other palace was mostly just white & gold.

As the steps he takes grasps us further, I feel my eye lids become heavier, to the point where I cannot keep them open to save my life.

My surroundings become blurrier & my ears become blocked whereas if anyone talked to me, I would only hear them speak indistinctly. The last thing I see before my eyes Completely shut, is Silas Wisteria's uncleared face. The only act I sense is the agitation of being carried.

I don't mind where I end up but as long as it's not in that vault.

...

3 hours later...

I wake up to the sound of swords clashing. It didn't necessarily wake me up but it is kind of weird to be hearing that out of nowhere. I'm not quite used to anything yet.

When I notice my location, I see that i'm on a mellow bed. I don't even remember coming into this room or wrapping this blanket around me. I try to reminisce what happened last & it suddenly all comes back to me. I remember that I fell asleep while Silas was carrying me to the extra room. He must have put me in here which I find hard to believe on his part. He was awful to me the entire time.

This area reaches way beyond what a prisoners room would look like. The two gigantic twin windows show the sunset forming outside. How long have I even been here?

The bed is immense but even so, there's still a greatly amount of extra space. I see at least 3 dressers in here that I assume are empty considering it's an extra room. The closet door is wide open & it appears to be built for a walk-in closet. I remember seeing one of those in my room before coming here. Stuff like this is still very overwhelming for me. It's so unreal.

Everything in this room looks so expensive which makes me wonder just how costly the other rooms are or even this huge manor. These giant bed sheets already look like they cost a ton.

I especially love the colour theme for this room alone: Yellow Gold & Rose Gold.

As I stretch out my arms, I hear a females voice say "Knock knock!" outside of the door, after actually knocking.

"Come in!" I yell without thinking. I don't even know if I have that authority. I still am just a prisoner as Silas said earlier & I should be lucky that I don't work as a slave instead.

I see a girl walk in & I immediatly wipe my eyes to see her exact face. She looks so damn familiar. It's just something about her black, curled pony tail & her front bangs but I don't know where i've seen this exact style before. Could it also be from that novel?...maybe this is all just a simulation & I don't actually exist. Perhaps i'm reading the book right now...or maybe i'm still a little tired & can't think straight.

"Good! you're awake!" she squeals & starts blabbering on before I can even comphered what's happening.

"I didn't think I should come in yet"

"I thought perhaps you needed to sleep just a bit more"

"But i'm so glad you're awake!"

She mutters, ever so excitely, except I only hear her voice in mumbles through my ears.

"I'm sorry...not to be rude but..." I roam off. "Who are you?"

She lets out a little giggle when I ask her that & her pony tail bounces side to side in a rapid speed.

"Oh sorry!...I didn't tell you who I was, excuse me for rambling off!" she says so brightly. "I'm Erika Silvius."

Her stance is so confident when saying that name & I have sudden nostalgia that i've heard it before.

"I will be your clothing designer!" she continues.

"Clothing...designer?" I ask.

I suddenly remember the fitting I had with designer Aimi not too long ago. The clothing she made me try on was way beyond normal & I was so uncomfortable in all of them.

"Yes!" she smiles. "It's my occupation here at the Zemira empire."

...The Zemira empire?...so that's what Felix meant earlier when he said that Silas worked hard to built this entire domain from the ground up.

"You should have seen the expression on Silas' face when he practically harrassed me into being your designer" she laughs, continuing. "Not that i'm complaing though...you're extremely gorgeous!"

She's really energenic & you can see it from the way she talks. It somehow makes this place more...tolerable. Considering how distressing it felt for me earlier.

"His expression...?" I question.

She just said that Silas "harrassed" her to be my designer. That can't be right...can it?

"Oh yeah!" she giggles. "He was flipping out because he didn't know what girls needed or what they require!"

That sounds nothing like the Silas who was just so rude to me. The same Silas who had his rage moments.

"He didn't know the kind of clothes that would be suitable" she carries on. "He mentioned that you were freezing cold in a revealing dress earlier."

...Did she say earlier...?

I look down at my body & have just now realized that i'm not wearing that same dress. I'm in a hot pink silky top & shorts.

I don't remember changing myself...so, who did it?...I don't even want to think about the possibility of who I think it might be.

Erika is just now meeting me & I know that much from how she was just chattering on about entering this room, even when I was sleeping so I know it's not her.

Silas was the only one I last saw. It is possible that he changed me out of that dress.

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