The Crown's Obsession

690 Revenge- Part 3

And when it was time, Calhoun entered the dungeon where Morganna was held as a prisoner. He dismissed the guards, ordering them to step outside while ordering only two of them to follow him.

On seeing Calhoun return, Morganna threw a hateful glare at him.

"Are you here to taunt me again of how I will be left to rot in this place?" she spat the question.

Calhoun stood looking at Morganna, his gaze unwavering while the guards opened the gates, "We decided to promote you to stay in a secluded room. After all you were a Queen and you should be well taken care of," he said to her.

Morganna could only narrow her eyes at Calhoun's words, not knowing what hidden meaning his words carried in them. "Where is Laurence? I want to speak to him," she demanded. She tried to get away from the guards, but they caught hold of her arm on either side and shifted her to another room that had walls.

"King Laurence doesn't wish to see your face," answered Calhoun while standing at the side of the entrance of the door, leaning against it. He watched the guards shackle her legs and hands, where the ends of the chains were attached to the walls. "You can leave us," he ordered the guard, and the men bowed their head before leaving the premise of the dungeon.

Morganna tried to pull her hands and legs, but the shackles stopped her movements.

It was because of this boy her son was not listening to her words.

"What do you plan to do to me? Keep me prisoner for the remaining days of my life?" she asked him.

"That's the plan," he responded to her. "You didn't tell me how you feel being shackled. I am sure you have had a fair share of putting innocent people in the dungeons and killing them mercilessly."

Morganna's jaw ticked, but she tried to keep her calm, "You think things like these will irk me? That it will humiliate me?"

"I don't know if they will, but seeing you in this state does bring the needed healing in my chest," said Calhoun, his eyes closely watching Morganna. "You could have let it go, let my mother be while you carried on with your petty lives. I will make sure that you regret throwing her out, kicking her out."

Morganna chuckled, hearing this, "You think by hurting me will make you feel better? It is only a temporary feeling, Calhoun. And the way I see it, you will turn just like me, after all like you said, we are related by blood. It would be impossible for you to not acquire some of my qualities."

"Did you feed them with your lies too?" Morganna's eyes hardened.

"Does it matter if I did or didn't. What you should be worried about is what I am going to do with you."

Morganna stared at Calhoun, "Do you think I am going to beg you to spare my life? If I die, I will die honourably and one day everyone will find out what you did."

Hearing Morganna's words, the echo of Calhoun's laughter filled up the entire room and the adjacent cells of the dungeon. "Honourable? You are a delusional bitch to think people view you that way." He then looked to his right to see a long and lean iron rod that leaned against the wall right now. "I told you I was going to keep you with me forever."

Calhoun's hand reached out for the metal rod, his fingers wrapping around the cold object that had a coarse outer coating because of the formation of rust over time.

Morganna's eyes narrowed, fear slowly started to crawl down her spine, and she blurted, "I am the Queen and a Queen is supposed to be beheaded or shot."

"Fallen Queen, Morganna. Really, what am I going to do with you," Morganna grew extremely nervous on seeing the cold smile that was on Calhoun's face. "For the sins you have committed, beheading and getting shot is too easy. Did you think I would let you go that easily?" came his chill spinning voice.

Calhoun didn't forget the blood that coated his hands when he pushed his hand through his mother's chest. His mother curled up in the cold bed, coughing blood. He didn't forget a thing about it.

Morganna realized her position, and she asked, "W-what do you think you are doing? Don't do it, Calhoun!"

She wanted to live and not die! She was the Queen of Devon! She shook her head. "We c-can still sit down and talk, let's not rush, alright?"

Calhoun relished by looking at Morganna's misery.

The older vampiress whose eyes were once filled with pride, arrogance and no compassion for others now looked pitiful. Her eyes pleaded for mercy.

"Your father, Laurence won't be happy about this-"

"Don't worry about it," he said in a low voice, coming to stand in front of her. "I will make sure to send him to you as soon as I can."

"Stop it! Calhoun!" she shouted in panic.

Morganna took a step back, trying to get away from Calhoun, but he was quick to catch hold of her arm in a tight grip. The woman shook her head, starting to reason out with him, but Calhoun's eyes had turned hollow.

"You look so scared, you don't have to worry about it," Calhoun smiled down at her, his hand holding her arm painfully and Morganna tried to pull away. Her movements of struggle caused the shackles to make noise.

Calhoun playfully raised the iron rod and brought it to point at her, "Where would you like to be poked, grandmother?" he asked her with a sweet smile.

"P-please, no. I-I will listen to you. I swear!" begged Morganna.

"That's okay," came Calhoun's dull voice. "I don't want to hear you speak anymore."

When she started to scream for the guards to help her, in less than a second, he pushed the sharp edge of it right through Morganna's mouth so that the rod slowly passed from the front to the back before coming out to get stuck to the wall.

Blood splattered on the ground from behind Morganna's neck and her mouth as she made incoherent noise. Her lips, hands and her legs trembled. Her eyes had turned wide in shock while the pain spread across her body.

Calhoun pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it up, watching more blood spilling from the woman's body, on the dirty ground.

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