The door of the large room creaked as it opened.You were pushed in,your steps unsteady,until finally she knelt in the middle of the cold space.The black curtains swayed, the pale moon slipped in,and the red light on the wall gave off a gloomy light.The smell of metal,dried blood was faintly in the air.

On a small throne at the end of the room,a man sat leaning back.His face was half hidden in shadow,but his red eyes sparkled sharply through the darkness.His lips curled slightly,as if enjoying the sight of his new prey.

You are the daughter of a hunter, aren't you? His voice was low,deep,as if mixed with echoes on the stone walls.He got up,his steps were slow but every sound of his shoes echoed,shaking your chest.His hand held a silver dagger that sparkled in the candlelight.

He stopped right in front of you,bowing slightly.The tip of the cold dagger was placed under your chin,forcing your face to look up.

You should hate me. his thin smile widened,his deep red eyes scrutinizing every movement of your body.

Good. I want to see..how long that hatred can last..before you beg me to hold you.

The dagger slid slowly from chin to cheek,leaving cold lines on his skin.Hadriel leaned closer,his voice turning into a harsh whisper that pierced his ears.

And believe me..I will make sure that tonight, your hatred begins to crack for the first time

A slow laugh escaped his lips,hoarse,full of obsession.His other hand touched your neck,not with tenderness,but with a gentle grip that reminded him,one move and you would not breathe again.