𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘓𝘐𝘝

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (𝟓/𝟔)
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You groaned in pain as the ropes that tied around your body sunk deeper into your skin as you struggled to break free. It was no use.

We all got captured. No matter how hard we tried to fight back, they were incredibly massive and strong. Now, you're all tied up, sitting on the ground inside a facility.

You can hear the soft whimpers and cries of the children behind you. We all tried to comfort each other as we waited for what was coming.

"GraceField.. to think we would return like this." A man spoke. You looked up at him, he has a menacing look on his face. He has straight, long light blonde hair which slightly curls at the tips and wore white suit with a black tie.

Peter Ratri.

"The disposal of those who received the evil blood has been completed." One of the men who stood behind him spoke. "Just as you ordered, sir. Sonju and Mujika will be executed today. With this, there is no one among them who will threaten the fame system."

He takes a step closer, a knife appearing in his hand as he cuts the rope around Nat. "Good job. Now only the escapees remain." he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Aren't you glad?" he asks, crouching down to Nat's level with an unsettling grin. "They were alive." he reveals, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Norman, Emma, Ray, and the others from your family." His smile widens, "They're not just alive, they're doing very well. They even attacked the imperial capital, killing the Queen and the Aristocrats."

He lets out a loud, mocking laugh, "Wow, I'm surprised. To think they'd ever do that." His laughter dies down, but the smile remains as he takes Nat's finger and snaps it with a cruel twist.

"Nat!" You shout out his name along with the others. Nat groans out in agony, clutching his broken finger as the kids around them scream in terror.

Peter's voice drops to a menacing growl, "You lied..." He rises from his seat, his anger boiling over as he shouts, "You lied to me! You blatantly lied! You naughty boy!"

He towers over Nat, his face red with rage, "Didn't your mom teach you that you're not supposed to lie?!"

Nat looks over his shoulder at us, wincing in pain but forcing a smile, "It's okay! Everyone, I'm okay!"

Peter's smile returns, but it's laced with cruelty, "Don't, Nat. Don't try to be brave. That looks really painful." He takes a step closer, intentionally stepping on Nat's broken finger, causing Nat to scream in agony.

The others cry out in horror, shouting "Stop it!" as Peter's actions become increasingly sadistic.

"Don't worry." The menacing look returned to his face. "I don't care about your little injury anymore. The Aristocrats who cared about their products being perfect were all killed by your friends. Now you all understand, right? No more lies. Answer my next questions."

He looked down at all of you. "Have you made a new promise? You were trying to make a new promise, right? Did you?"

His eyes landed on you, causing your body to tense up as he stared deep into your eyes. "If so, what kind of promise? What does it have to do with the attack on the imperial capital? Or did you attack the capital because you couldn't make a new promise?"

He draws his knife again, advancing towards you. You squeeze your eyes shut as he slices through the ropes binding your upper body. He grips your forearm, yanking you forward with a rough grasp.