SIXTY TWO-- THE ENEMY WANTS A CONTRACT WITH ME

"What do you want from me?" I asked carefully. It didn't help that I knew him. I was still very cold with fear because I hardly knew him and didn't know what he wanted and why he hid me in his hideout. I was not even grateful for him fetching me from the branch of that tree. "It's very simple. All you have to do is destroy the gourd for me. It's not going to take your time at all. I will transport you to the camp in a jiffy and you'll lift the covenant gourd and break it in two. And then, " he said, fetching my phone from his back pocket, " I'll give you back this and let you go home safely" he looked very calm but fierce. I can't explain it, sorry. I stared at him morosely. What did he mean by lift and destroy the gourd? "You look like you're confused. Are you?" I nodded slowly. I wanted back my phone badly. "Now this is it, idiot... "Don't call me that!" I wondered how I was able to take the courage to shout back at him. He was stupefied because it seemed he got a little more fierce with me. He even poked my forehead with his finger until I fell flat on the floor, my whole body aching badly. "Look. There's a gourd in Meteors. I hope you know that. It is where the powers of the werewolf kingdom is gathered. No one can lift it . Not even one of the vampires. That's where we drink from, every year. It is as heavy as lead, as old as age and as huge as this house doubled, okay? I need you to lift it and break it in two pieces. That's all" he smirked. I was now freezing and wanted to shout at him to leave me alone. "What would happen if I do that?" "All the members of the Blue Wolf pack will lose their mobility and dominance over us and then we'll control them easily. We'll join the vampires to fight them. We could lead the pack even. In essence, most of their power will come to us" I sighed. Robinson was an alpha in the Blue Wolf pack. I'd never do this to him. It was a betrayal. Besides, what was this man thinking, kidnapping me for some evil act? "Only you can do it. Isn't it a weird fact to you, that we found no other one person, except you capable of lifting this very weighty gourd? I initially wanted you to do a research on it because I've always been curious about the gourd, but now I've done my research and I'm certain about its power. All you have to do now is destroy it, which I'm sure you can do easily, mind you, I made a research about you as well. And like I promised, I'll pay you, and treat you well. I'll make you mine as well, in my kingdom" he laughed like a monster. "Who are you?" I asked him, looking him in the eye. I asked harmlessly but he got mad and hit me on the nose. It started to bleed. "You idiot! If you fail to do this , I'll find another who can, and you together with the Blue Wolf pack will suffer. You have no idea" I noticed he had a bow fixed on his long dress, and several arrows in a bag behind him. His hair was really long, just like the last time i had seen him. His ears too, well, rabbit-like, maybe a little more pointed but.. If you ask me, I think he's an elf. He looked just like Legolas, an elf in Lucas' class But, did that matter now? I sneezed and coughed and shivered. Tears rolled down my face. I was too overwhelmed to give him a response. It was one of those times I wished I had no superpower. I wondered how he found out. I thought only Robin knew this. He stood up after punching my nose with force and then looked at me one last time before walking to the door. I heard him click on something and instead of the temperature in the room getting warmer, it got colder. Worse. And he left, slamming the door behind him. Thankfully he left the lights on. I felt I was going to freeze to death and holding on to a faint hope, I shivered in the cold room. I wanted to call him back and tell him I was ready to work for him but I could not even open my mouth to talk properly. It was one moment I wished I had the superpower of withstanding cold, then Quendia would realize he actually got nothing on me. He was close by, I knew that, because I heard him swear and cuss quietly, and I also heard my phone ring maybe once or twice. My phone which he had in his hands. I knew it was no other person than my mother. Either her or Miranda or Mrs Harley or Peter. I silently prayed he'd not smash the phone because I'd still need it to call them. Either Miranda's family or my family. By now, they must have raked the whole street in search of me. Even Miranda would be dead worried because beneath her strong-willed, pigheaded sheath was an innocent, adorable soul. I wished he hadn't found out a phone was on me. It'd have been easier for me to call someone. Well, maybe that was my thought. I didn't know this place but my map would have helped for sure. Something would definitely have helped my loved ones locate me, but I was without connection with the outside world. I tried to get up and flip the switch I saw him touch the other time but before I could drag myself there, the door opened again and shut tight as soon as it was opened. The faint illumination the paving produced reflected the old clock in the cold room. I did not expect a clock to be here but I saw it and within a twinkle of an eye, I had seen the time. It was thirty five minutes past 2am. "Oh my goodness! I am going to die here". I thought. He was back in the room. I held on to the walls and shivered. My pajamas was totally cold like frozen fish, and I was only a foot away from the switch. I could just stretch my finger to reduce the temperature of the room, but he was looking at me Was he here to release me now? I thought. No, definitely not, because he soon came to my side and pushed me to the floor. I gasped and sucked in chilly air. Gnashing teeth. Chilly breeze. Flaky face. Unbuckling belt. He stood before me and started to unbuckle his belt. I didn't know what his plan was, so I just watched. As soon as the belt got released, his trousers came down, revealing a maroon coloured pair of shorts. He started to come closer despite that I inched farther from him. This was my chance. "I'm sorry" I whispered, amidst clattering teeth and struggle for freedom. "I'm sorry" I said again. "What are you sorry for?" He asked, laughing quietly and with a tone so sinister. "For being rude" I struggled to let those words out. By now, he was very close to me and I could see his heartbeat rising and falling in his chest. And I could see another thing. His bulge. The bulge on his shorts. He wanted to take me. "Don't be sorry. I already prepared a punishment" he said and pushed me to the floor such that I was lying flat, back down on the floor. He pinned my arms to the cold floor and grunted. "You see, girl, I don't want to kill you but I can't let you go just like that." His breath was heavy, I could feel it on my neck. "You're stubborn and arrogant but I'll release you. Only after I take something from you" he laughed. Then he tilted my face towards himself and rubbed my hair. His gaze was full of lust. Every kind of lust. "Are you telling me that you're nine years old? Oh baby, I don't believe so" he laughed again in derision. He was heavy. His weight was heavy on my body and he was effortlessly pinning me to the ground. So I could not yank his hands away from my face. "My best part of you is your hair, no, I like your butt better. See how it kept rolling when I brought you in here, it wouldn't fit in the boot that easily" he laughed so wickedly. He was both harrasing and bodyshaming me. I started to get very upset, then I remembered my superpower. Without thinking twice, and without as much force as he wielded, I lifted him, while slowly lifting my own weight off the cold, hard floor. I lifted him up in the air and started to laugh because I was in control now. I twisted him around the room until his stomach churned and then he fell to the floor with a mighty thud. I fell along with him because I was very weak from the cold. Because I was weak, It didn't come so easy for me to do. I felt some cramps in my wrist and I panted continuously, fighting to catch some breath. That act provided me some temporary warmth. But he was not done with me yet. As soon as he got up and recovered from all the coughing and spinning, he started to charge towards me. Again "Now I'm going to kill you, you idiot!" He grunted, spitting blood. I could see a streak of blood dropping out of his nostrils as well. The spinning had really disturbed his system. Immediately he got to me and wanted to punch me, Robin appeared. In all his glory. Yes, Prince Long Sword Robin appeared in the cold room and with one hand, he yanked Quendia away so that he hit his spine on the floor with a loud crack. He stopped struggling after a while and I thought he was dead. I was too stupefied to speak or yell. I couldn't believe he was here. My handsome, powerful runaway saviour. The one who had gone deaf to my calls. I thought I was already unconscious and imagining him come to me. I couldn't see my surroundings clearly. It was a moment I felt like my blood was actually drying up. But he bent down to my level and touched my skin. Affectionately. And then, he tilted my face towards himself and kissed my cheeks. I felt his warm breath on my neck. His touch was so warm. He rubbed my fingers together and then scooped my big flaky body in his arms and disappeared with me.