Furious leah

Leah was furious she couldn't go out, she was able to take the knife from the meal they served her without their notice, she put the knife below her pillow, not knowing when the devil will return, she is definitely going to kill him she told herself.

It's been three days since she was locked in her room, she has finally recovered from the pains between her thigh but she was being treated from the burnt.

"You shouldn't displease his Majesty"

"You may leave now am fine"

The pains in my arms hurt real bad each night I struggle with sleep as I kept cursing the other leah, I was wearing a sleeveless and flimsy shirt, it was way too short but more comfortable because of the burnt in my arms along with my pant.

Well am used to sleeping with a singlet and boxer or panties am more comfortable with it than anything

When I manage to close my eyes to sleep I felt the door open, I thought it was Marie. So i didn't bother to pull the cover on me.

"I don't...need anything....Marie, you may leave" I muttered with my eyes still closed, the door closed and I thought she left, I snuggle against the pillow while hugging it with my thigh on it side.

"Was that an attempt to tempt me?"

I jumped up immediately as he strode towards the bed, my hands caught the knife under the bed cover as I stare at him, he was staring at me strangely, his eyes were on my exposed thigh then rested on my breast.

"What are you doing here?"

He didn't reply as he walk towards me, as he climb the bed, I glare at him, asking him to back off but he didn't then I strike him with knife across his handsome face, he hissed in pain as he held his bloody face, staring at me in shock.

She wanted to stab him on his chest when he grab her hand as he snatch the knife from her and threw it across the room as his body pressed hers.

"No!"

She closed her eyes waiting for him to strike her but he didn't, she open her eyes to find him staring at her intensely as he bleed, the cut was deep and the blood on his face drip down to her body, she close her eyes again thinking he was going to burn her skin again.

"Am not going to hurt you" he said gently

Wait! Did the jerk just said he won't hurt me?

She blinked her eyes as she stare at him, he was staring at her then his gaze fell to her arms; she could see the guilt in his eyes as he stare at her arms

"Get off me!"

She was struggling but he held her firm as he stroke her hair which he frown at the now short length

"I prefer it when it's long"

"Don't touch me please!"

She hate the blood that drip to her body, she has never stab anyone before but right now she just did without feeling guilty