The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya the Author novel Chapter 354

129 Ayla 

This time I had clearly slept the entire day. By the time I woke up, David was fast asleep, and it was dark. My lunch and orange juice were placed on the ground beside my bed. I scoffed down the lunch, skipping the orange juice with Jason’s warning still fresh in my mind. It was not that I did trust him, but I trusted David even less. And with him sleeping there was no way of testing my theory of knocking over the orange juice. 

I wanted him to stay asleep longer; it gave me a bit of a break. But as soon as I got up to try and make my way to the bathroom. I noticed that they had not chained me back to the bed after passing out. I don’t know if it was because they forgot, or if they tried to let me be as comfortable as possible when passed out but I didn’t care. Tonight was the night I was going to escape. The door was always locked from the inside out and David had the keys. He slept with them on his body. Wearing the keys to both my chains, metal collar, and the door on a necklace. 

I would have to tear it off his body and that would wake him up for sure. If he woke up I would be dead, he would lose his temper and I would end up in another shallow grave next to his sister. Since being here I thought about suffocating him with his pillow but I never had the guts to do so. Scared he would be able to overpower me. Today I was feeling a lot stronger, and even Willow’s voice was stronger now. I knew it was my only chance in a few hours Jason would be here again and he would find David. 

No matter if he liked it or not David was his Alpha. And he would want to retaliate for his Alpha being killed. Not to mention Hannah hanging around the dungeon again. Like the love–sick puppy she is she would 

want to or 

revenge even more than her brother would. Taking deep breaths and summoning my courage I sneaked over to the bed. Carefully taking the pillow I slept on when I was still “allowed” in bed. 

He was sleeping on his side and I needed him on his back. So I tickled. his right side hoping he would turn towards the feeling. And when he did he looked like a starfish. I realized it couldn’t have turned out better 

so I sat down on his chest. Pressing my knees into his shoulder stopping him from moving. He opened his eyes surprised. When he saw me sitting on top of him he smirked at me. 

“Finally could not resi…” I knew what he was going to say but he would never say those words to me ever again. 

Before he could finish speaking I pressed the pillow down onto his face. His breathing had already become labored because of the weight of me on his chest. So I had expected him to die quickly but he did not He kept trashing scratching at me. Fighting against me, I felt he drew blood. We could probably both smell it, my arms got shaky and I felt myself grow tired but I knew I had to hold on so I did. It must have been about five or six minutes before he stopped thrashing. Just to be sure I sat there still pushing the pillow down on his face as I counted down two more minutes in my head. Until I was sure he was dead. Now I was a killer, at cold–blooded murderer but in the end, it was him or me. And I had to choose myself for the people I loved, the people who loved me. 

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