Cam Pov
"No! Let- me- go!" I grunted as three men pulled me away from Macey's body. "No! She needs me! I can save her!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks and into my screaming mouth and dripping off my chin.
The men ignored my screams and pleas and continued to drag me away.
A brown haired man, Goode, stepped forward from the crowd. "Stop. Bring her to me." He told the men who were currently dragging me by my hair and dress away from my friend's dying body. The men pushed me to the ground in front of Goode. "You sign my treaty now and I'll give you her body."
He smirked at me. I looked up at him- my vision was blurry of him through my tear filled eyes.
"Her body." I spat at him.
She shouldn't be dead. It's his fault she's dead.
But I don't know what they were going to do to me- let alone to my friend's dead body.
"I will never sign your treaty." I said while glaring at him. I felt rough hands grab my arms and pin them down to my side.
A tall man who looked like he was on friendly terms with Goode walked up and slapped me in the face. "Wrong answer woman." He snarled at me.
Zach addressed the person holding me, "Take her down to the cells in the basement. She'll come to her senses after a week or so. That is if she doesn't like to see her people suffer. And by the looks of it-" Grant lightly kicked Macey's body. I struggled to get free from the person holding me's grasp but I couldn't- I was too much in hysteria. "You do care. So we shall be patient and wait. And you shall break and come to us." Goode smirked at me. "Take her down." He said and waved a dismissive hand.
I struggled and screamed profanities at them all. I could see Zach roll his eyes and start addressing the large crowd of people watching the 'show'.
"Get your hands off of me! I am a princess! I will walk with dignity!" I screamed and felt the arms leave me.
I heard Goode's voice. "Fine you can walk we will not drag you. Brandon, Tyler, Thomas go with Jonas to take her down there."
I rolled my shoulders a couple times and arched my back, standing up tall. "I am not a pawn. I will not submit to terrorism." I told Goode over my shoulder. As I was walking out the door I reached down the front of my dress and pulled out one of the daggers. As I was walking out of the door I reached up and slammed the dagger into the wood. Without breaking a stride I kept walking out of the room but out of the corner of my eye I could see my dagger bejeweled with rubies and diamonds. It drew attention and I knew I had gotten my point across.