Till I met you (Bound)

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aching thuds that lumbered through my head made my eyes

orner of the wall with trembly hands and eyes widened with horror. It was an impeccable fact that h

dred years. I was pinned for two hundred years, the voices in my head rose in a violen

on me. My surroundings were clearer now; I was at the bastille where I had been pinned and locked up by the council. I took a quick survey of where I was, an ancient

still backed up against the wall turned slowly, his eyes locking mine and the scimitar he dropped out of fear barely a foot from him. I smiled at him, closing the distance between us before

hat do we have here?" I questioned

onsequences of his actions were written all over his face. The council's punishment would be ghast

this..." I looked aroun

ded. Gr

about this or I snap your neck this instant and you wake up shackled and bind in

, his mundane instincts still very much noticeable and o

m Elizabeth,"

even more exhilarating. It was great to know that name

ound it rested. These were hard to come by and I had a purpose for this o

it here. I

words leaving another sting on m

he quic

m the guards of my awakened presence, what are the odds though? That he would sacrifice his freedom for a mistake h

was happening, the new- bred created a distraction, how interesting. It was soon followed

" he ushered me o

alls and sprinting like a deer, all these we did to

thing," his deep breaths co

s your

I've been ruminating about flashed in my mind

taught a thing or two about the families of

ing. I was pleased with how uneven h

now about the Gab

cramped uneasily. Who on earth sired someone this weak creature? I could tell

nally

Selene Gabriel's pr

ss or two. How hard could it be to figure out when I've lived th

he scampered

gs and the creaking sound of old branches. I could hear a few animals scurrying away out of fear, at least there was something to feed on before I made my way out o

what I wanted but first, I n

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answered from my r

a week late, I don't want you missing anyt

g the wardrobe open. This mundane had a poor sense of fashion,

, mo

s of the poor mundane couldn't tell their daughter apart from me since I wore my act perfectly.

with adoration. Her slim hands snaked around my waist where I stood in front o

e I'm already sending you off to colleg

ve it too." Tru

loe trust that you'd do w

, I wished she'd let go this insta

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m Chloe