I stood there motionless as soon as Regan left, unsure of what to do. Even though I had the mask now, I didn't feel happy anymore. I was filled with unease, worrying about what would happen when his family found out he no longer had the seal.
I let out a deep sigh and gently touched the soft feathers on the mask. They were truly beautiful. The only thing I could do was treasure it like a precious gem, which it truly was. I needed to find happiness and stop feeling so down.
I made my way towards the crowd, not really thinking about what I was doing. But before I could do anything, I felt a hand wrap around my waist, and another hand covered my mouth with a piece of cloth, making it hard to breathe. I struggled to free myself, fighting against the hand on my mouth. I was running out of breath. Suddenly, my eyelids grew heavy, and they closed on their own. My body went numb, and I was bundled up inside a wagon.
The pain on my head woke me up, and slowly I opened my eyes. I blinked several times to make a clear vision of where I was. I was laying on the floor of a dark room. I looked around the room, but it was empty.
I wondered who those people were and what they wanted from me as I struggled to sit up. Just then, the door swung open, and four hefty, strong men entered, with one of them being bald-headed.
Fear gripped my heart as they approached me. I quickly stood on my feet and backed away, but there was no place to run to. One of them was standing close to the door. The bald-headed one strode closer to me, a creepy smile playing across his lips. I backed away until my back hit the wall behind me. And now he was closer, standing in front of me as I shivered in fear.
Without saying a word, he threw a powerful kick to my stomach, causing me to slide down and clutch my stomach in agony. He grabbed my hair and pulled it, dragging me on the floor with my hair.
I screamed, tears flowing freely out of my eyes as pain coursed through me. My stomach where he had hit me and my hair he was dragging.
"Don't cry, little chicken, I hate tears," he growled as he let go of my hair. I thought it was finally over, until he kneed me on my stomach again, and I swear I coughed out blood.
"Please, let me go.." I cried, but the men laughed.
"Not so soon, little chicken," the bald man said.
"We aren't done with our job, we can't let you go…" one of them said and came closer to me.
"This thing looks beautiful on you," he said, removing my mask.
"No please, don't touch it…" I begged, but the man looked even more fascinated. With an evil smirk, he harshly took off the mask from my face and threw it across the room.
"No.. no.. no." I didn't know where I got the sudden energy from, but all I knew was that I stood up and ran towards the mask. Just as I was about to reach, one of them came forward and stumped on it, causing it to shatter.
Tears ran out of my eyes as I stared at the broken mask on the floor. Why?! Then I stepped forward to pick the remnant, but I felt another grab of my hair, followed by a hard slap across my face.
I stumbled back and fell to the ground. My face burned just like how my throat was burning. I was in too much pain. And I knew I was going to die in the hands of these people if no one came to save me.
With the little strength still inside of me I screamed for help, but another hot slap silenced me, before the other man who stumped on my mask came forward and landed a punch on my face, causing blood to spill out of my nose and mouth.
"Please…" my voice cracked as I continued to beg them.
"Stop struggling, because we won't let you go. You're making things hard for us, you little thing," he spatted and slapped me across my face.
I slipped in and out of consciousness and that wasn't enough. Then the sudden feel of two cold hands gripped my neck. I sputtered and gasped for air as the gripped on my neck tightened.
My lungs burn from the lack of air and my heart pounded loudly in my chest. I didn't want to die. But my vision was becoming black and I was fading away.
The man released me and the other poured cold water on my face, causing me to choke, coughing out water that went through my nose.
"I realized how beautiful you are and I think I shouldn't let you die just like that. It would be a waste," the bald man taunted, his eyes lingering on my breasts.
And I immediately knew what these men wanted from me. I could see it in their lustful gazes.
My head throbbed even harder, fear clutching my heart. I wanted to throw up because of fear.
"Money is what we want," one of them reminded.
"We can still have fun while we seek the money, don't you think, brother?" the man said, giving the other a knowing smirk.
He looked at me, and licked his lips. We're going to enjoy this, brother," he continued as he slid his hand down my throat and slowly further. I was screaming and crying inside. I wanted this to stop. Tears welled up my eyes as he grabbed my breast, and squeezed it. Then he stuffed his stinky finger into my mouth to stiffened my whines.
"I told you I hated tears," he snarled and I couldn't help but bite his finger as hard as I could.
He winced and quickly removed his finger from my mouth and I regretted it immediately, seeing the rage in his eyes. He slapped me across my face, way harder than before. My cheek stung to my teeth and I tasted blood in my mouth.
"How dare you!" he barked, staring at his finger. As if the slap wasn't enough, he grabbed my hair and collided my face with his knee. That was the most painful of all. My face was in terrible pain.
"I will make you regret biting me, you whore."