"What did you do to me, witch?" Aldric’s voice was a low, menacing growl.
"W-what?" Islinda stuttered, her voice barely a whisper.
"What spell did you use on me?" he demanded, his eyes darkening with the rage that seemed to thicken the very air around them.
"I don’t know what you’re —" she began, but her words faltered when Aldric suddenly appeared before her, startling her. She had not even seen him move. One moment he was there, the next, he was crouched before her, the shadows around him rippling ominously. He reached for her jaw and held in between his thumb, the move so gentle that she thought he was back to himself until he tightened his grasp to the point it hurt, "Don’t lie to me," he hissed, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Elena told me everything. How you manipulated me, how you twisted my mind."
"I don’t know what you’re—" she began, but her words faltered when Aldric suddenly appeared before her, startling her. She had not even seen him move. One moment he was there, the next, he was crouched before her, the shadows around him rippling ominously.
He reached for her jaw and held it between his thumb and fingers, the move so gentle that she thought he was back to himself. But then he tightened his grasp to the point it hurt, and she winced in pain.
"Don’t lie to me," he hissed, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Elena told me everything. How you manipulated me, how you twisted my mind."
Islinda’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing. "Elena is lying to —"
"Don’t! " Aldric roared, his fury palpable. "Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare play me for a fool again. If you think you can deceive me again, then you’re mistaken. Elena has found all your hidden charms, so there’s nothing you can use on me again. I want the truth, Islinda. Now!"
Islinda trembled, the cold seeping into her bones, mingling with the fear that gripped her. "Aldric, please, you have to believe me" she pleaded, panic growing inside of you, "I would never harm you. I didn’t —"
"Enough!" He silenced her, his voice echoing through the cell. He clutched her jaw so hard that more tears sprang to her eyes.
"Humans and their lies." He taunted, his eyes full of disdain, "Even if I wanted to believe you, Elena Is Fae, she cannot lie. So it’s either you tell me what you did, or I will make you regret ever thinking of betraying me." Aldric threatened her, his fury palpable, the shadows around him growing darker and more menacing.
Islinda’s breath hitched, the reality of her situation crashing down on her. She had tried to make Aldric believe her, to somehow reach the Fae she once knew beneath this monster he had become. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing but cold, unyielding rage, and she knew no matter what she said, Aldric would never believe her. Whatever spell Elena used on him, it was too strong to be broken by mere words.
So she gave up.
"Kill me."
"What?" Aldric was stunned.
"Just kill me already," She lifted teary-eyes to him, now filled with unwavering determination.
"Don’t send me to the execution ground, just kill me here. End it all now." Islinda said, having resigned herself to fate.
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