Hello beautiful people! I'm back! And guess what? Here's the sequel, Hanging in the Balance. Please review, I want to know what you think! Sorry it's so short by the way, I just want to give you something until junk that's going on over here clears up. So, read on!
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I breathed raggedly as I fell to my knees, glaring hatefully at the man standing before me. A cruel smile twisted on his lips, and I fought the urge to curse in his face, despite what might happen if I did. I started to get up on my feet, but his whip flashed out again—something I had come to recognize in my time here. Grunting as the leather slapped my hardly-clad back, I fell once more to my knees before him.
I didn't know how much more of this I could take. He was hurting me, and wearing out the one he wanted most. I could feel the welts on my back start healing, but the process had slowed hours ago since he'd started this torture. Beyond him, his servants sat there, watching all the pain he was inflicting upon me, none of their faces showing mercy or even the slightest shred of sympathy. But there was one whom I know would show it, even when it could cost him his place and life. Though he wasn't here right now, I could sense his pain along with my own. Even though he wasn't watching, he knew what was going on; he'd been here himself.
I couldn't get up anymore. My muscles felt like jelly, unresponsive to what my brain commanded them to do. I summoned my will, my strength, and my power to get up and not back down. My powers weren't responsive, due to my current exhaustion. My breathing was erratic and my pulse was all over the place, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. Focusing on the blood that had long since dried and crusted over on my arms, legs, and face, I unsteadily rose to my feet.
But right when I stood up straight, a horrible pain came from the center of my body. I hunched over, clutching my stomach, but it wasn't the right spot. It came from the middle, more behind. The pain was escalating, but through my pants and moans, I heard one of the grand doors opening. In came a blank-faced maid, scurrying up to the man, who was watching me with confusion etched in his unnaturally young-looking face.
"Master," the maid spoke and he turned to her, "it's time."
The words made my heart nearly stop. She was looking at me, glassy eyes unfocused and fake-looking. The man's face twisted into one of such malicious greed that I turned away from him, fear and worry eclipsing every other feeling in me. A flurry of the maids that had been watching him whip me surrounded me, helping me to my feet, and carrying my weight when my unresponsive legs buckled underneath me.
As they carried me away from the grand chamber room, only my grunts and screams of pain echoed through the halls.
Like I said, I know it's short, but I still wanted to give you guys something until it clears up. So, review and tell me what you think! I'll try my best to update as soon as I can!
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~Alee B.