The Blood Harem-Three Fates

Chapter 6

A shrieking sound pierced through the air. A sharp high pitched female voice. Fast breaths, accelerated hearts. Fear clung to the air like a weave of threads. 

“ Let ..me go!” Lila barked. 

Slap slap slap. 

Three slaps landed on her cheeks one after the other, brutal and painful. Her cheeks burned, her eyes stinging from the impact. 

“ Bitch. You fucking slut. How dare you raise your voice at me?” The bulky man yelled, his voice bounced onto the thick walls and bounced back, each word reverberating through her. 

Freya shivered at the side, her head lowered, she didn't dare make a sound, not even a whimper. 

Lila sneered, slut? Her, a Blackwell's heiress was dared called a slut? By a mere standing guard! 

“ You would regret this” she bit out, word for word. 

The bulky man kicked her in the stomach, making her throw up instantly. Her face went pale as strings of sweat appeared on her face. 

“ Enough” a sharp intimidating voice rang out. Heels clinked on the marble, the stench of blood hovering in the air. “ The boss wants them alive,” Eleanor added, walking towards Lila. Her lashes flickered a bit then slowly replaced with a distant gaze.

The bulky man hesitated, his cold gaze fixed on the woman before him. 

“ Leave” Eleanor gritted out, her hands clutching on her dagger. 

The man saw that as a tip to leave. He reluctantly nodded, passed Lila a death stare and walked away. 

When the iron door was banged close, Eleanor's distant expression faltered, “ Lila..” she croaked, her voice trembling. 

“ Are ..you okay?” She asked and Lila let out a bitter smile. 

Was she Okay? What stupid question was that? Did she look okay? 

“ Of course I'm okay, don't you see how well dressed and seated I am? with marks of blood decorating my skin. Isn't it pretty?” She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Eleanor pressed her lips together, lowering her head, “ I …I will try to drop some hints for him. The merchant. He would find you, I promise” 

Lila shook her head, the merchant? She scoffed. Kieran only cared about himself, he was not someone she could trust. Her eyes flashed with a light glint. 

“ No! Tell the Pevensie. Allistair, drop the hints, he would surely come” 

“ But…” 

“ But nothing Eleanor. We are sworn sisters, you can't leave me to rot here” Lila's eyes dampened. 

The chains clanged and dangled on her body as she desperately tried to move. The cold chains brushed her wounds making her hiss in pain, tears escaping from her eyes. 

That guard…she would kill him herself.  

Eleanor seemed to hesitate at the mention of Alistair but then, she nodded,“ For the sake of our relationship. I would save the both of you. I promise Lila” she said and walked away, leaving the two ladies to grovel in their blood. 

Lila stared at Eleanor, her gaze carrying a hint of worry. 

Meanwhile, Kieran and Allistair wore a disguise as they proceeded to the Tyron's arena. He was the only man who knew everything that went on in the dark of the night and also knew the whereabouts of things. 

“ I will meet him” Allistair said, looking towards Kieran who gave him a worried gaze. 

“ I'm not so weak and this is my fight” Allistair added. 

Kieran rolled his eyes, now it was his fight? Wasn't he the one who didnt want all of this?“ You have me in it now” 

Allistair stopped in his tracks , the flashes from the low illuminated arena flying to his face. “ A night of exchange didn't make this your fight, kieran” he said calmly and walked ahead 

 Kieran clenched his fist, a small smile tugged on the edge of his lips. His eyes flashed with something dark. 

Allistair wriggled past the crowd. The arena wasn't all big but it wasn't small either. Just enough for a hell fight to break out leaving everyone fighting for their lives. Alcohol and ... .fear wafted in the air, proof that everyone was cheering while drunk. 

“ Old friend” a bulky man held onto him, a sinister look on his face. 

Allistair's heart sank, Pane. A man he defeated in the arena few weeks back. He had humiliated him and made him a joke to everyone and no doubt Pane still habored deep hatred for him. 

Allistair swallowed, “ let go of my collar” he bit out, not in the mood to garner attention. 

Pane gave a smug smile, “ you were all high and mighty when you humiliated me. What? All of those vanished?” 

Allistair sighed in exasperation. Guess it was going to happen anyways. He flew his hand in the air, landing a powerful punch on his face. 

Pane groaned and fell backwards, his burly body bouncing onto the ground. 

Great! They had created a different arena as various gazes had already flown to them. 

His gaze fell on Kieran who stood far away, arms crossed as if mocking him. Allistair bit back his frustration as Pane lunged forward over again. 

“ Allistair…Allistair!” The crowd roared recognising him. 

Pane’s nostrils flared in annoyance as he threw a punch his way. The air broke by the punch but Allistair caught it, sending him flying once again. 

The crowd roared in a round of cheers, drowning him with applause. He looked up with satisfaction laced on his face but pane hadn't given up. 

He stood, dusting his body with a deadly look on his face. 

“ Enough!” A masculine voice rang out. The entire arena quietened down with only a few men whistling as if waiting for the inevitable. 

Allistair smiled, it was Tyrone. He wore a dark coloured robe, that ran down to this ankle. It was just a simple looking night robe with silver patterns. 

His hair was dark and scattered with sweat streaking down his face. The crowd parted and his gaze fell on Kieran. He frowned“ Tell me Pevensie, who did you bring to my arena?” He asked, his voice sharp and edgy. 

The crowd slowly dispersed with few waiting behind as if expecting a fight. 

“ This is Kieran…..” 

“ The merchant” Tyron completed and his men moved aside. They all adjusted as if the name ‘merchant’ instilled some sort of fear in them. 

Kieran smiled to Tyron and drew closer, his hands fixed in his pocket. 

Allistair's brows furrowed, a confused gaze laced on his face. “ Tyron, we need your help”

Tyron paused. His hands clenched with eyes sizzling with vengeance. 

“ Sure Pevensie. I will help you but there is nothing free in England” he said, dripping with venom. 

Allistair raised his brow. “ I've got some cash that won't be a problem” 

Tyron smirked, “ keep your little cash” he said to Allistair, “I don't believe I can't fight you…..I challenge you to a duel” he said taking up a stance, his hands poised as he fixed his gaze on Kieran. 

Alistair’s eyes widened with shock. Tyron was inhumanely strong. Even he couldn't defeat him.