Author's Note: Re-Uploading! I made this story a long time ago like . . . . . in 2011 when I was in my second year of high school and uploaded it. Then stuff happened and I took it down, but I've decided "Hey! Fuck it why not try again?" So! Here we go again!
Staring at the treaty on the oak desk in front of me, I knew that this was it. Trembling as the pain of war pulsed through me, every fiber of my being was begging me to keep fighting. But I knew all too well that it would mean certain death if I tried, my country couldn't keep going on like this. Taking in a shaky breath I lifted my weak hands and began to sign my name with full hesitation. General Great Britain sat across from me, a satisfactory grin plastered across his face as he watched himself win.
"In signing this treaty you officially have surrendered to me, you are obligated to repay every penny for the opium you destroyed and are required to open your ports to us." I put the pen down and slid the paper to him, I sat there shivering "You know I don't have any money…" A thick fog began to surround me, making all my thoughts vanish as the thick cloud began to consume everything.
"Well, Admiral...I'm sure we can figure something out."
I gritted my teeth "Exactly, what do you have in mind?" He paused staring at me as he pondered, I couldn't tell what he was thinking but I knew I wasn't going to like it.
"How about this, you can work for me simple as that to pay off your debt"
"Work for you…" I trailed off, the fog becoming so thick I felt as though I couldn't breathe. Trying to stay conscious and respond I became aware of the painful throbbing on the back of my head.
"Simple enough don't you think Admiral?"
The throbbing continued sending waves of white to my vision as I nodded.
"Perfect, my men will escort you to the carriage." I stared at him blankly as two guards plucked me out of my seat, standing me before him. Smiling he said in almost a whisper.
"I'm glad we could come to an agreement." His guards handcuffed me and "escorted" me out of the office, I kept my head held high as we stepped out of the building into the cold night air. The scene before me made my heart stop, my people stood at the large gate crying out to me. They were stunned yet happy to see my alive, I could hear them call out my name and bombarding me with questions. What was going on, what would happen to them and what would become of me their country, I wanted to answer them to give them a reassurance that all would be well and yet I couldn't bear to lie to them. I looked away gritting my teeth as the guards pushed me into the carriage, unable to look into the faces of my people I stared at the empty seat in front of me. The burning white pain grew brighter, slowly traveling throughout my body igniting wounds I didn't even know I had. The memory of his eyes made my stomach churn, even though he was smiling at me I could read in his eyes that he had something malicious planned.