Bloody Rose
Smoke. Fire. Screaming. People running. The memory of death and destruction branded in my mind for life. I hear the faint foot steps of the guards, the loud stomping of their boots echoing on these barbaric walls. I stared at the girls in the cell as they coward in fear their face pressed against the stone pillars. I hissed in annoyance as I sat huddle in a corner preparing for a fight despite the collar around my throat that chained me to the blasted wall. Swiftly the iron gate was thrown open. Two guards stepped in one of them holding a clipboard in hand, soon a group of five followed behind. All gorgeous, lavishly dressed, and emotionless.
"Take your pick" one of the guards said as he gestured to the half full cell of two hundred girls.
The third of the group stepped out, a beautiful red head dresses in a black dress and heels, her pale green eyes scanning us all each foot step a deafening click. She passed me by not even sparing me a glance. She smirked as she tapped at the two blond twins, who were only ten years old.
"These two" she said softly.
The guard with the clipboard searched the papers before scratching out something on the paper before returning his gaze on the red head. The two children screamed in a high pitch as the other guard approached them, untying their chains before clasping on a new one. Handing it to the red head, who grasped it casually, and stepped out if the cell. Her heels still clicking sharply as she left. The four remaining were all men, each handsome and dangerous.
Three of the four men made their picks, one taking over twenty brunets, the other only taking a five year old red head, and the third one had to taste his purchase before buying. All three left pleased, only leaving one buyer. He walked into the cell cautiously, his body cloaked in a large hooded black robe. His cold bronze hand lingered and touched gentle on each of the girls faces. I kept cool as his hand skimmed my cheek, the feeling on the inside on the other hand was completely different.
His gaze caught me, his golden green eyes flickered slightly as he chuckled softly. Without speaking he tapped at me. Both guards were silently a grim look apparent on their faces.
"That one...is not for sale My Lord" The guard with the clipboard replied fearfully.
His eyes narrowed slightly, once more tapping at the me, "I want her, now is there any reason why I can't have her?"
The two glanced at each other a look of concern passing on their faces. They better warn him, they better tell him what they told the last buyers who wanted me.
"She...she's different from the rest" I mentally laughed.
'A lot different' I thought sarcastically as I stared at the robbed man. He only tapped me once more his voice a lot tighter and stressed, "I want her."
The guards hesitated, then shook there heads as if shaking the thought away. Slowly the guard approached me his hands slightly trembling as he reached to remove my chain off the wall. Stupid move, I heard the chain slip from its hook and I sprang. My body impacting into the guards body sending him flying to the ground.
The guard at the front gate swore as he dropped his clipboard and reached for my chain. The remaining girls in the cell screamed in fear. Their shrieks distracting as I tried focusing on the guards.
"A hunter is she" the warm almost husky voice said behind me before an arm wrapped tightly on my chain practically choking me into submission.
As my knees dropped not so softly on the cold stone he chuckled his hand wrapping tighter around the chain digging the collar even more into my throat. The two guards hurried to the bastard holding me down. Quickly clasping on the other chain around my neck. I hissed and spat to get them off me but I was done for.
"We are sorry My lord, but as you can see she's-"
"Prefect" he replied nonchalantly stroking my hair gentle.
I pull away as far as the chain would let me as I am repulsed by his touch. The guards exchanged another round of glances before they turned to the gates. All three completely oblivious to the crying cell of girls. Dragging me along the dark corridor like a dog I fumed. My new plans of escape already in motion as we reached the end of the hall.
Authoress: Yes I've never really written a story in first person it's a lil hard for me :( so if like I can get a kind BETA or a person who can teach me it be great so yeah thanks review please!
