Locatlie: The Beginning. (Book 1)

Chapter 14

Julia p.o.v

I opened my eyes, blinking a couple of times. I didn't know where I was, or how I got here. I moved my arms and rubbed my eyes. That meant I wasn't locked up in Gotar. Or at least, not tied up. I sat up slowly and I looked around a bit. I was sitting on a bed that was quite large. There was a window on my left, a door in front of me and two more to the right of me. I stood up slowly, stretching, before looking down at my body. I was wearing a simple flowy white dress, just like before the Process. I walked to the window and my eyes widened in shock; I was on top of a mountain, and I was looking right at the three mountains of Gotar. I was in Brusta.

William had told me once that if I was not chosen, that I would be brought to Brusta for a mind cleansing, before being brought to Valkarae. The fact that my view was Gotar, was probably a reminder that that could be my future if I didn't behave.

Tears flooded my eyes as I realised that I would never see William, Hugo or Trevor again. I would never play chess with William, or sit in a bathtub discussing our future, I would never judge anyone, I would never have the pleasure of hearing his laughter. I would never get treated like a goddess by Hugo, I would never get to feel that pure lust in my body for him. Even though it hurt me that he was the reason why I couldn't be with them, I still longed for him. I still longed to touch him, to laugh with him, to do absolutely batshit crazy things with him. And Trevor, O Trevor. I would never get to see him laugh, or see the surprised look on his face when I showed him that I didn't care about the family trait. I would never get to have a clear mind by the touch of his lips. I would never feel as loved as I felt with him.

After thinking about everything I'd miss, I realised that it was weird that I missed them. I had only known them for 6 weeks. What were 6 weeks? I had been taken by them for almost 8 years, for them to throw me away after six weeks. They didn't love me; they used me for their own sick game; probably knowing from the beginning I would never be chosen. They used me just for fun, not for love. They took me away from my parents for 8 years, just to throw me away like a toy they didn't enjoy anymore.

My parents, how would I ever get back to them? For the next hour I tried to force myself to think about any little detail that could give a hint as to whom they were, or where exactly they were. But that brainwashing shit they had done to me, had worked. I didn't know whom they were and I could never, in this lifetime, get to know that. I had no power. I was nothing. Even if I wanted to escape, I wouldn't know how to escape. If I had found that out, I wouldn't know where to go. If I then finally knew where to go to, they would find me. Locatlie had eyes and ears in the whole entire world.

In the beginning of this Process, they promised us freedom if we weren't chosen. But it wasn't freedom. We would be watched at all times and if we even made the tiniest mistake; we'd be thrown into Gotar, into the building within the mountains I was looking at. It would be the only way I would even get a glimpse of Trevor, but he wouldn't be allowed near me.

So, what now? I would move to Valkarae, get to know my neighbours whom all had experienced the same as I did, but not being able to talk about it? I wouldn't be allowed to tell my future husband anything I had been through; I would have to live a lie for the rest of my life. How was that freedom? How was any of this freedom.

The door opened as my anger had come to the highest point. I turned my head annoyed, how dare anyone interrupt me while I was having an extensional crisis. Two women walked in, just like they had done many moons ago, and they didn't look me in my eyes. I was probably too low for them. They closed the door behind them and they stood there, their heads down, their hands balled together and waited. What on earth were they waiting for? I sighed as I turned my head back to the mountains. They'd probably get to their point at one point, they'd probably explain what would happen now. How I would get my mind cleansed from the pain and the hatred I was feeling right now, and then go my way to a 'free' life without the three men that had captured my heart.