Borrowed Fate: A Tale Of Two Worlds

Lara's POV

I was just waking up and trying to adjust my eyes to the reality around me when I was hit with something different. The confusion that followed was a crippling one. Just the previous night, I had been chained, hand and feet, in a dungeon with damp floors and windows so high up, that it was still dark regardless of the sunshine outside. I have been there for over 2 years now, and even though I haven't really given up hope of escaping, I had already somewhat resigned myself to the hell I faced every day at the hands of the Draconian Lord. A man I have always known was evil in secret, but a successful business and loving philanthropist on the outside. The self-acclaimed Draconian lord was the same one who murdered my father to keep his secrets safe, and when I tried to fight back after I found his remains, I was caught and locked up in that dungeon. Kept alive on purpose, and tortured every day, just enough to keep me alive.

I turned to my left and laying beside me snoring softly was the sexiest man I have ever seen all my life. He was completely naked. His hair is black as night, and it cascades down his shoulders. He bore scars around his body, from what looked like bullet holes to machete cuts, but these even complemented his handsomeness. Even in his sleep, he had a smirk. His butt was soft to look, so that I was tempted to reach out and touch him, but with everything in me, I decided against it. I instinctively took a look at my arm and found the scars were completely gone, the place where the chains and bruised me were gone.

In further confusion, I turned to look around as if looking for something, even though I couldn't tell what it was, and then I saw it... A mirror, it was a Victorian kind.

This one, however, was not a personal piece, but a magnificent Overmantel Mirror—a vast, commanding fixture that hung high above a decorative fireplace mantel. It spanned nearly the entire width of the wall. I used to be an antique collector and knew this would be worth millions, but that isn't my problem right now.

I got up quietly and wobbled to the mirror in the room. The size of the mirror made me look small, but whoever that reflection was, sure wasn't me. The body was elegant and beautiful, slightly chubby and when I touched it, it was really soft compared to my life, even before capture by the evil lord. From the look of things, she had never known suffering.

"Who are you?" I whispered quietly to the stranger in the mirror, half expecting a reply. My hands carefully touched my face, rubbing it with confusion.

To add to my confusion, I was suddenly hit by a rush of memories of the woman I was now stuck in. Her name was Anya and she was the daughter of a wealthy billionaire philanthropist. I wondered why I couldn't see who, but then I waved my mind off it. How in the world did this happen?

The more I thought about everything, the more my head threatened to explode.

I have been used to so much pain for the past two years that now, this comforter also felt like torture, a psychological kind. Or was I hallucinating? Maybe the Draconian lord was messing with my head, maybe I was imagining things, this was all a lie and my body was still suffering torture and rape at the hands of the evil lord.

I slowly sat down in front of the mirror, held my head in my hand and whimpered.

"Oh lord, help me out of this mess."

I was still crying quietly when I felt someone trying to reach out to me. Startled, my fighter's instinct kicked in, and I shifted to the side, caught the hand before it could touch me, twisted it, and in seconds, the bulky man was on the floor—it was the man from the bed.

I quickly stood up and helped him up with a lot of apologies pouring out from my lips. He was more surprised than hurt.

"Anya, when did you learn that?" He asked in surprise.

"I... I..." I faltered, then I took a long quiet pause because I didn't want to end up blowing my cover, then something came into my mind.

"I have been taking classes in secret," i lied quietly. He didn't sound convinced, because his eyes never left me. The shock was still evident in his face.

"I'm not convinced," he voiced what I had already seen in his expression.

I smiled without saying anything, I couldn't risk exposing my life any further. If I was going to be stuck in this body, then I might as well be her. Thank goodness I have access to some of her memories. Hopefully, all her memories will be mine with time. I couldn't mess up this opportunity, this could be my only opportunity to take down the Draconian Lord for good.

Helson turned around and walked back to the bed, bewilderment still written on his face. I walked slowly behind him. When he got to bed, he rang a bell beside his bed, and presently, a smallish lady who should be in her late forties appeared. Despite her appearance, she looked bold and seemed to command his respect.

"Anya," she called, taking me by surprise. I turned startled, but I didn't reply.

"She's not been herself today," Helson said with a mechanical smile.

I gave her a low bow and sat on the bed.

"I want my usual breakfast," Helson said to her, not taking his eyes off of me.

She bowed and left.

"I don't know why you're acting this way lately, maybe it is the rest you need." He turned to me and said.

I was praying so bad I don't say anything out of line. From her memories, Anya was very docile, a very sharp contrast to the person I am.

"There's something different about you," he said again when I didn't answer his first statement, but what was I supposed to say? He was met with another silence from me.

What would Anya do? I thought. Hurry up and think of something before he finds you out.

He was starting to say something else, but I moved closer and stopped him with a kiss. The kiss was slow, long and sensual in every way. I wasn't a well known seductress for nothing.

When I planted the kiss, he stiffened, then slowly, I ran my hands around his body. I could feel the goosebumps against the soft fingers of Anya. He was in so much shock, he was finding it hard to breathe. I touched every place that was sensational, starting with his lips to the tips of his penis, I teased him, almost making him plead.

"Oh Anya!" he exclaimed, "Whatever happened to you, I love it! You have suddenly become like a magician!"