She was never special. She knows that. Of course, she still can't help it.
She just wants to feel special.
Even though she barely can defend herself.
She also knows she never has, and never will deserve them.
That's why, she's not surprised when, one day, while walking home one night next to a pitch-black alley, hands wrap around her waist and mouth.
Just this morning, she realized it. That's why she doesn't struggle. Doesn't call for help. Just hangs along, limply. Only winces a bit when they knock her out.
When she wakes up, she is chained to a stonewall in complete darkness. It is wet and slippery and cold, but she doesn't protest. Barely even opens her eyes.
She is tired of being rescued, being the damsel in distress, she now looks more like a shell then a living, breathing being.
Eventually, her captor comes in. he explains that she won't be hurt if she cooperates and all she can do is nod weakly, just like she is, weak, can't defend herself, disgusting, vile little cree-
Her train of thought is abruptly stopped at her captors next words.
"You will be used as a hostage for the magic guild Fairy Tail."
Then, she laughs. Loudly and insanely. Her captor looks at her baffled.
"Ha, you actually think they care for me? No, to them I'm just some girl they picked up on the street only to be let down by me."
Then, he smirks. Says that he needs a woman at his side. Asks her.
And it's not as though she has anything better to do. So she says yes. But her eyes have gone back to being dull, lifeless pools of brown.
Her mind is blank as she walks herself through the ceremony.
But as she sits down on the throne in his castle, something flickers in her mind. A scent.
Ashes. And her eyes are no longer lifeless, because she sees a redhead, a blunette, a black-haired head. And a salmon. Among all the others.
Her hands grip tightly around the hem of her beautiful, knee-long, fluttering white dress. All her mind says, is one thing.
They came.