Do You Remember

Hunnie 🙎🏻‍♀️




He smells just like my mate. I hate them both now!




How can he not come to my rescue? We've know each other since kindergarten for goodness sake!




Will he really leave me here to The Demon King, leave me to die?


"Stand up!" Kris says flatly in the middle of my sobbing.



What?!!


I don't possibly think I can stand right now. My back feels like it's going to break in two and the wounds on my thighs are still healing. They will for sure crack open at any sudden movement!

Why is he asking this of me? I'm not even wearing pants either! They were too much of a struggle for my lacerated marks.




My head raises, hoping to inform him that I can't, but his body standing in front of me, towering over me with his incredible height and chiseled muscles, made me see The King.



His eyes were boring into mine as The King has been doing. Scrutinizing my face. Making me feel small.

Judging me.




I look into his eyes and he's being serious....



He then crosses his arms and I lower my head back down. Preparing my body for the agonizing struggle.




Pulling the bottom of my shirt down I covered my exposed stomach. I brought the back of my translucent robe to the front of my body, shielding my nakedness from below my waist.




My fingers then trails along the stone wall of my cell, looking for any cracks or crevices I could get my fingers into.



"What's wrong with you?" His voice comes out soft and quiet.




Looking back into his eyes, they seem sad and disturbed by my presence.


His eyes explore all throughout my body and it brings me a lot of pain. Embarrassment too, because I'm sure this sheer robe wasn't covering much to the eyes and sad, at how torn up and dirty I must've looked to him.



I think...I think...he even feels sorry for me....



I slide my legs slightly after finding a grasp on the stone wall, lifting my body with my useless muscles. As they can't lift the dead weight with this back.



I felt hands slither under my arms pits and I jump up from being startled and Kris forcefully lifts me to my feet. I grasp onto the wall for support and lean against it. Ignoring all the cries my body was letting out from this position.




Liquids pooled down from between my legs and from the open wounds on my thighs. It stung tremendously. I didn't dare to look at what's coming out my womanhood.




We stay there, staring at each other. I couldn't look into his eyes anymore. He's judging me like everyone else...




I was also on the verge on crying if I had to stand any longer. Why did he want me to stand anyways? Can't he see how badly hurt I am?




"KRRIISSSS!!" The King's booming voice fills the dungeon, causing me to involuntarily urinate on myself.



My legs tremble underneath me and I almost lost my balance.



A sudden gasp leaves Kris's mouth.




My heart shook with fear.




I see my mate posted outside my cell door. Eyes like the demon he is, clenching his teeth. His face contorted and fueld with fire.



"LEAVE HER BE!!" He yells at Kris who then takes a few steps away from me.




I lowered my head again. I felt defeated. He listens to The King, so there's obvious respect over our childhood friendship...





"YOU NEED TO STAY AWAY FROM HER! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!!" The King roars over to Kris, whom was walking to the doors with his head hung.



The King's piercing green eyes travel over to me.




His forehead creased and his top lips curled down. His nostrils flared at me before he roars my way.



"STAY AWAY FROM KRIS!" With clenched fists.




"Or I'll kill you!" He bears his teeth to me and follows behind Kris towards their exist.





They both disappear from my view, as my shaky, trembling body grips onto the stone wall for dear life.




I sobbed painfully. Every part of me hurting. The betrayal, the confusion, the life inside of me....




I can't do this anymore.






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Bahms 🤴🏻 POV




"Kris, why would you go see her first? Why not come see me?" I groaned over to Kris as we walked up the stairs and into the halls.




He ignores me all the way back to my chambers.





Nothing but silence and his racing heart. Even his thoughts were quiet. He's hiding something....





I can sense he is very troubled about this whole situation, but I can't fully understand why....



There has to be more.




He knows I despised Dark Witches. They are my enemy!

How could he go and visit her first before seeing me, even as far as entering her cell and having her scent on him!!



He infuriated me!!




I CAN SMELL HER ON HIM!!!!







I scan over his trembling and confused body. He's tensed and wants to say something to me.




What could he possibly have to say besides sorry for being disrespectful and not coming to see your stressed out companion!!






"Bahm..." He whispers as we enter my room.




He sits on my bed and takes his slippers off. He seems sad now. His whole aura shifts.




"What is it Kris. Just spit it out." I watch his eyes avoid mine and skim all over the room.





It's been a year since he's been back home with me. It hasn't changed that much....especially my room. It's all been the same, so why is he avoiding me?





I sit on the bed next to him and wait for the rest of whatever is on his mind, to slip out from his lips.




"Bahm...." He begins again and lowers his head onto his hand. Rubbing his forehead with great uncertainties. His wavy, long hair bouncing all over.




"Bahm....I know this witch." He wipes imaginary saliva from his mouth.



He looks over to me with red eyes.



He couldn't possibly know her! Why does he have so much emotions for her? HOW DOES HE KNOW THIS WOMAN!!!




My heart in his chest began racing.




What, has he bed her before?




I could basically taste the emotions all downstairs. He mustn't let her beauty define who she really is.






A Dark Witch!





"How do you know her Kris." My jaws on the verge of breaking from clenching down harshly.




"You spared her for me once before....years ago."




I twisted my face at him. What witch did I sp—



"Because I liked her, remember?" His brown eyes looks deeply into mine.



The hairs on my arms raised slightly, but died down within seconds.



The young teen that was suppose to ascend as a light witch....his first crush....






She was way younger back then....and she wasn't in between a magical broil like she is now.



I sighed and massaged my forehead with my fingertips. He wasn't going to like my reply, but times are different now. My life could be at stake now.



"Kris...
You know I can't spare her this time....
right?" My hoarse voice coming out weak.




I watch the side profile of his face as he turns away from me. He's red and seems hurt. He clenches his jaw repeatedly.




I already felt all the emotions spewing out of him when I woke up to him in the dungeons chatting away with her casually.





I can't let his feelings for an old crush get in my way.
Bigger things are at risk this time in age.



She's carrying my child and I don't think I can let her be.



She must pay for summoning any kind of dark spell on me, because a regular light witch's magic, couldn't do what she has created.


Life.