Ethan's POV
I had a grim thought but focused back on the present.
"Velcy," I said, my voice calm but firm, "can you rember anything else about the dagger? Like Its length? The size of the blade? Were there any words or unusual decorations on the hilt?"
She was silent for a mont and her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to summon the details from the recesses of her mory. Eventually, she spoke though her tone was uncertain.
"I… I don't rember much about the hilt," she admitted hesitantly. "But the blade… it had an unusual color. It was a dark purple and it wasn't very big and it was like a mini knife."
Her words deepened my intrigue. A short blade with a dark purple hue? That description, paired with its malicious and dangerous unknown energy painted a very troubling picture.
I fell into deep thought and mulled over the possibilities as I gently pulled her into another embrace.
This ti, Velcy didn't seem as nervous as before. Though she still stole occasional glances at , her eyes showed less panic in them. Instead, she appeared comforted and her breathing soon slowed down as she leaned against .
When I noticed her eyes were fluttering shut, I waited patiently and held her close until she finally dozed off. Once I was certain she was asleep, I moved with great care and gently laid her down on the bed. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire
Ti to et her. I wonder what she is doing. Does she think about ? I was sowhat excited as I stood up quietly and stepped away from the bed. With deliberate movents, I exited the room and vanished into the narrow tunnel.
Velcy's POV
When I woke up an unsettling and total darkness surrounded . My head throbbed and the last thing I rembered was being in Big Brother Ethan's embrace.
My heart began to race as I rembered about him and I fumbled with my hands over the bed and searched for any sign of him. But the space around felt empty.
The darkness was intense and it was so deep that I couldn't even see my hands in front of , let alone the room around and I had almost lived most of my life in an underground dungeon.
I froze and held my breath as I tried listening for any sound that might give a clue about my surroundings. That's when I heard it—a faint scratching noise coming from a distance.
As its sound registered in my brain, a tight suffocating feeling rose in my chest and I instinctively reached for the covers and pulled them over myself as though they could shield from whatever was lurking nearby.
Huddled beneath the blankets, I shivered as my mind spiraled into fear. The scratching grew louder and closer until it seed to be right beside my head.
I squeezed my eyes shut and every muscle in my body beca taut with dread. A wild and irrational urge to throw off the covers and confront the source of the noise flashed through my mind.
But I crushed it and continued clinging tightly to the thin layer of protection around .
As fear threatened to overwhelm , I forced myself to think of Big Brother Ethan to distract myself and face the only source of warm mory I had recently.
Where are you, Big Brother? I wanted to cry out but I bit my lip to keep quiet. The image of his abyss-like black eyes with their fiery red coal-like pupils, when he had touched my scars with his dark shadowy hand filled my mind.
I shivered again but this ti it wasn't entirely from fear. Those dark veins around his eyes still haunted and I rembered the mix of terror and awe I had felt at that mont.
Suddenly, the scratching stopped. The silence that followed was deafening. My heart pounded in my ears as I strained to hear any movent or any indication of what might co next.
But there was nothing—no sound, no presence. Slowly, I felt a wave of relief washing over and I let out a shaky murky breath that I had held for so long.
As I lay there, my nerves slowly cald but a strange thought struck .
In the week I had spent in this castle, I had never woken up in the middle of the night before.
What were those noises? The fear of the unknown but the desire to know its secret crept back into my mind but I forced myself to focus on Big Brother Ethan's face.
His image gave strength and pushed away the swirling thoughts that threatened to drown . At so point, exhaustion won and I fell back asleep.
A sudden shake jolted awake. Groggily, I blinked and saw the covers being pulled off .
"Good morning, sunshine," Big Brother Ethan's amused voice greeted . "It's already eight o'clock and you are still sleeping. Your teacher is supposed to arrive soon."
Embarrassnt flushed through as I hurriedly jumped out of bed and smoothed the wrinkles from my crumpled clothes.
I glanced up to find him watching with a soft smile and his crimson eyes glowing faintly as they focused on . But as I straightened my dress, a bit of sothing on his white collar caught my attention.
There were so faint red spots on his collar.
My curiosity was piqued, and I leaned closer. A sudden urge to investigate it filled and without thinking I prepared to investigate it.
Big Brother Ethan raised an eyebrow and I could feel him getting amused by my antics but he said nothing. But at this mont my focus was entirely on the stains.
Without thinking, I jumped on the bed, and using it as a pivot I jumped on him. I leaned my face forward near his neck and licked the dried spots on his collar with my tongue.
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