Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1207 Tortured (Crystal s POV)
Hearing the commotion, Lee pulled me out of the tub and shot me a look of regret. “I wanted to see you burst into a thousand pieces, but sadly, we have ourselves some intruders. Your chances are slim, but if you survive this encounter, I will be looking forward to our next meeting.”
“No, you’re not going anywhere! You think I’m letting you go after all the heinous crimes you’ve committed? In your dreams!”
I knew he would try to flee, so I rushed forward and clung to his arm.
Rufus was just beyond that door, along with reinforcements. I couldn’t let this vampire escape.
But my head was buzzing, and my vision blurred. I was barely hanging on to consciousness.
‘F*uc*k off, you b*itch! If you don’t let go of me, you will die before they even break down that door!” Lee snarled and did his best to shake me off.
“Then let’s go to hell together. I told you before, didn’t I? You must pay the price for the innocent lives you’ve taken!” My voice was getting hoarse, and my breathing was shallow. But still, I clung to him.
In the end, Lee had to resort to the blood curse again.
I gritted my teeth and braced myself. When his order went unanswered, he grabbed the dipper and splashed some more blood on me, and then kicked me away.
I crumpled to the ground and couldn’t get up anymore. The curse was still taking hold of me. I could only lie there and watch as Lee disappeared into the darkness.
I wanted to pull myself up and lunge at him, grab him by the leg, the hem of his shirt… But I was hurting so bad that all I could really do was to roll on the ground.
The physical pain made me want to die there and then. I felt hot all over, like I had been tossed into a fiery oven.
Rufus was yelling anxiously on the other side of the door. He was so close…
I opened my mouth to respond, but the only thing that came out of me was a gut-wrenching scream. I hurt everywhere. The three forces continued to rage inside my body, causing my heart to thunder furiously inside my rib cage.
My skin, as far as I could see, was stained with blood. I couldn’t even tell how much of it was mine and how much of it was from the tub.
Lee had said that my body would explode sooner or later, and I knew he wasn’t bluffing. I could sense it.
I struggled to sit up and pull myself to the door. I wanted to see Rufus one last time before I died, or I would never be at peace. I dragged myself inch by agonizing inch, but just as I was about to reach for the door, my strength left me.
My mind shattered into pieces. Vaguely, I could hear Rufus’ voice, and then my children’s. I could even hear Flora and Harry. My eyes lost focus, and the scene before me shifted. I suddenly felt light as a feather, the pain long gone and forgotten.
Was I finally relieved of my suffering? I wondered in a daze.
If so, I was okay with it. As I resigned myself to my doom, Rufus’ voice reached me again.
“Crystal, where the hell are you? I held on to his voice, and bit by bit, I returned to my senses. Of course, this meant that the pain was back as well, at full force.
I slowly reached up and knocked my fist on the door. It was too weak, though, and I doubted that Rufus would take notice.
His voice flitted in and out, sometimes close, sometimes at a distance. All I knew for sure was that he was within reach.
When he called out to me again, I hammered the door with every last bit of strength I had left.
But the footsteps still faded away. Desperate now, I opened my mouth to scream Rufus’ name and beg him not to leave me, but I couldn’t utter a sound. In the end, only blood came out of my lips.
I dropped my arm to my side, my eyes drifting closed. Just before darkness fully enveloped me, it was chased away by a warm embrace. His familiar scent hit me, and his voice came in my ear. “Sorry, I’m late.”