The Viking's Mate Hunt

CHAPTER 144

Thyra

Luxury. It was all around me and I'm not talking about cheap looking silk and shiny décor to bring the place up. No this was. Right out ridiculous! It doesn't even make it look nice. Golden details, silk sheets, and under curtains. Yes, freaking under the curtains! I mean, come on! Isn't one set of curtains more than sufficient? Apparently not, because this room had one set of light blue silk curtains under the heavy deep blue curtains that decorated the room like everything else in here. Gold chains to collect them, small golden figures hanging like a freaking teenager charm. Everything here had a golden or silver detail added to it, even the goddamned toothbrush and toilet! A complete waste! I'm sure only one of these ridiculous handheld mirrors would be enough to feed me for a month!

Walking around the spacious room, I touched everything and smirked.

First, it had been a pure reaction, I had to touch it. Make sure it was real and I mean; how many people could say they touched so much gold, diamonds, and shiny stuff like this? But the second my fingers danced down the swirling gold details down the mirror edge, he cleared his throat. He followed up by doing so every fucking time I touched anything until I spun around and snapped at him,

"What?"

"Miss please, take a seat and wait. And, for goddess's sake, stop touching everything. This is a very special room."

"So, I can leave?"

"Miss, no. Please take a seat."

"Then I must be very special then!"

I chirped back with an arched brow and mocking smile. My jaws clenched and I rolled my eyes turning my back to him as he answered.

"Don't flatter yourself."

So, I started touching everything, even those nasty little glass-like figures along the bedside frame. Devils and demons, angels and monsters. Naked, some dead, halfdead, wounded, and every single one of them in some kind of sexual position or setting. Disturbing really... But those seemed to irk my pointy eared prison guard even more than the rest. So of course, I walked all around the bed... And back. Touching every single fucking one of those disgusting glass collectibles.

A deep red color started to spread on his neck and chin, like small patches and dots. Still, he stood there like a freaking mannequin. Looking straight forward, straight as a pole, and hands behind his back. However, the little manic twitch in the corner of his eye did not go unnoticed as I liked my finger and dragged the spit dripping tip across the mirror and gold frame at the end of the bed.

Eventually, even this became boring. Not that this phony guard guy´s reactions dimmed the slightest I swear I could make him explode if I wanted to. Maybe if I started licking the windows or picking out those glass figures and pocketing them. Again, I gritted my teeth and looked over at him. My belt had been picked clean, and even the knife I used to hide around my leg was gone.

"Where are my friends?"

A dry scoff was all I got.

I had enough of this. This tall grass straw of a man with longer hair than me and long pointy ears didn't scare me. I've taken on bigger guys, and this one doesn't even seem to have done worse than picking the wrong shade of red for his red shirt. With a couple of long strides, I pushed my nose straight in his face. A sparkling jolt of joy shot up my spine when he leaned back as long as he could. Avoiding me as best he could without moving, and still, somehow able to look right past me. This so-called man has no spine, nothing but dandy clothes and insecurities. So, I Laned even closer, all up in his face,

"I said, Where are my friends?"

It had been a party, well, more of an after party. We had crashed a party, gotten thrown out and all of us tripped over our own feet down to the old ice factory. It had been abandoned for ages, and Mike had been staying there the last weeks. My memory is foggy from them. I still remember Mike setting a new dose, Rebecca all over a guy I've never seen before, Rosy passed out and Randy helped Zero divide small white lines on a little dirty mirror. I remember the music, loud and screaming. Small candles flared, creating shadows in the dark and cold factory hall. Then something happened around me, but I could not stop falling asleep.

Growling, shuffling, something breaking against the cement floors. My heart raced, and that rushing and pulsating sound filled my ears. Still, no matter how hard I tried, and how clear my head and mind felt, I fell asleep. More like forced to sleep, and the next thing I knew... Quick as lightning, my hands grabbed his shirt and grabbed it. Pulled him closer, down to meet my stare.

"Where are my friends???"

I haven't seen any of them since I woke up in this horror Disney movie. Singing birds, sun, flowers in all colors, glitter in the sky, and rainbow clouds. Nothing here looks right, and if it looks right it feels of.. or even bad. I hate this place already!

"You, miss, have no friends."

My fists tightened, and the idiot had the balls to roll his eyes and let out a deep sigh. This was a trail of endurance and patience for him.

"Where you left them last. That would be my guess, if this wasn't a purely hypothetical question of course!"

Looking past his warm cheeks and all the red spots up his neck, this man was calm as day. His voice didn't waver, he never broke his composure. He just grabbed my hands, and without even the slightest sign of effort pried my hands off his shirt. Firmly, pushed me a step back.

"Now, please Miss. Take a seat and wait!"

"Wait for what? Who? And the most important, why the fuck would I?"

"Because you have no choice."

With that, all air went out of me.

Frustrated I dragged my feet towards the massive bed and threw myself on it face first. Pushing my face so deep into the cloud soft mattress and screamed. Again. Then again. All the cuss words I could muster raged inside of my head. Utter chaos. Everything I felt, was chaos. Everything inside of me is chaos. Raging, scared, frantic, and anger.

One by one, I forced my thoughts away. Locking one feeling after the other up and threw away the key. Again, my mind was my own. Cold and calm. Rolling over, I scrambled down to the end of the bed and let my feet dangle over the edge. Stared at myself in the mirror. Damned I look like crap, like more than usual!

My hair is electric and wild. Dark circles beneath my eyes, my chin is sunken in, and my lips are so dry they are filled with deep craters. One even seemed like it had cracked not long ago, only leaving a thin line of dried-up blood in the corner of my mouth. I've managed to smudge my mascara over and under my eyes. There is even a thin black line down my nose.

My jeans are covered in dry dirt and mud. Loose strands of fabric sticking out by my feet and a couple of tears down my legs. The little hole they had not long ago, right where my tights brushed together had turned to a rift on both sides. Fuck, now I need to get a new set of pants. These idiots owe me one! This one would have been perfectly fine, for at least half a year more if they didn't show up doing who knows what with me!

My body is sore and tender. I have dirt, gras, and stick all over. If they told me they dragged me through the forest by my feet, I would have believed them. I know by now they drugged me. With what? I have no idea. I never felt anything like it, and I don't remember how I got here. Heck, I don't even remember leaving the fucking factory.

The door slammed up, crashing into the wall so hard I'm surprised it didn't shatter into tiny wooden splinters. A massive dark figure loomed in the doorway, and even my stoic guard stepped back and seemed uncomfortable.