Warning: language
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Only two questions came to my mind... am I going to die and is my kingdom already at war?
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It felt like forever since everything has happened and I was almost positive that my kingdom was at war now.
I feel myself slipping through the cracks of life as I continue to bleed from my head. I still couldn't move my legs so I try to move my hands around to feel my surroundings. All I could feel was a brick cold wall and the cold floor.
I didn't even make a will. This is a sad way to die.
I try to fight back the need for sleep but my body takes over my mind and I am once again sent into the deep blackness.
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I feel myself growing weaker and weaker not knowing what is sleep or reality. I don't move I just lay across the floor, still.
I hear a door open and close lighting speed as fast steps approach me.
I try to wiggle and crawl away but my body miserably fails me.
I feel big hands grip my shoulders lifting me up like a doll as my head sways forward. The mysterious person pants like they've ran 5 miles while still holding me.
The tight chains on my legs continue to pull my legs as this person lifts me up, I have no strength in my body to keep my neck up, I probably look like a bobble head.
"I fucking told you to go away, why didn't you listen!" the person yells,
"I never wanted to hurt you, I told you this isn't your battle."
He takes one hand off my shoulder allowing me to lean on his chest and takes the bag off my head.
I look around and I see a bedroom. The room is small and dirty. It has papers and knifes on a table in the middle of the room. The floors are concrete and the walls are a grey aged brick. There's only one small window. I gather my strength and look up to see his face. His green and grey eyes stare straight into soul. He has night black hair, nice tan skin and a chiseled sharp jaw.
I would say he's cute, but he might of killed my father and I'm not into murderers .
As he continues to look at my face, his face starts to look worried, he tries to bring me over to the bed forgetting my legs are chained to this random poll in the room.
Whoever designed this room sucks.
He plops me down on the floor then detaches the chains from my legs. After he walks back over picks me up again. But this time bridal style; he carries me over to the bed and places me down gently.
The bed is soft and warm, but I don't know if that's because I've been dying on the floor for who knows how long....literally
My eyes keep opening and closing, never picking one for long and I don't even feel present in my own body.
"Are you going to kill me?" I say using all my strength
He turns raptly with wide eyes, like a shocked expression.
"No, I'm not going to kill you Anna."
"Then why am I here... why did you bring me here?"
He doesn't say anything, He just walks over. As he walks over I quickly get up with all my strength and crawl to the nearest corner of the bed. That only makes him walk faster.
I try and kick or fight but I can't. He puts a hand around my neck and one on my shoulder pushing me deeper in the corner.
"Don't fucking move Annabeth.. You're making my job harder!"
I freeze.