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-Elizabeth's POV-

I was chained to the bed, all alone in my room. Both my arms was chained to the bed, legs free and I could hear Veronica and Margaret struggle in their rooms, both being beside mine.

I just don't understand how he got out of there. He was chained to a chair. Who was that black haired boy? He was knocking before too, but he didn't get invited, how did he get in?

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore Veronica's and Margaret's struggle and find a way out of the chains. When I heard it stop, I started panicking.

"N-no, Margaret! Veronica! L-let me go and take me instead of them! Please!" I yelled, tugging at the chains. The two boys came into the room, the blonde pointing at me, saying "Don't touch. Others eat."

The black haired just nodded and went out together with the blonde, who closed the door for me to be all alone.

I didn't know what to do, all I could do was cry until I fell asleep.

. . . . .

I woke up early in the morning, my chains being undone by the blonde.

"You awake? Good. I want to know how to get a soul." He spoke. I just shook my head, saying "I don't know how."

"You told me before, not lie to me." He replied harshly, chaining my left wrist to his right.

"Change, we are going soon." He said, making me nod slightly.

"E-ehh, I-I-I c-c-"

He undid the chain on my wrist as he said "Change."

"B-but y-you a-are watching a-and a b-bo-"

"Change now!" He demanded, making me immediately do as told, pulling off my nightgown and pulling on a t-shirt and some shorts, I don't want to go around in hot clothes in the meddle of the summer.

Once I was done, I mumbled "D-done." and he put the chain on my wrist again, yelling "Zel! Go now!"

"I'm ready brother."

"Good. I'm hungry." He spoke, pulling me with him as they went out of my apartment. I trailed after them, walking out of our apartment house, just to see that I had slept through the whole day.

"E-ehmm, w-where are w-we going? W-what happened with Margaret a-and Veronica?"

"You not allowed to talk without permission. We eat then you tell how to get a soul." The blonde spoke. I nodded slightly, freezing a bit. I thought it would be in the middle of the day and not late evening. I should have taken a hoodie just in case, but it's too late now.

. . . . .

We have been walking on the streets and knocked on doors, asking to come inside at night. The blonde and his brother always said the same thing, their dad is asleep and he will yell at them for waking him up, sometimes say he will beat them up.

No one really let us inside, that leading to now where we are sitting in a dark alleyway.

I was sitting in a corner, leaning my back against the wall and watching some people pass by. It's morning now, we walked all night and I'm really hungry, also cold.

For most part, my eyes have adjusted to the dark in the night and alley. The blonde was standing up near me, mostly because of me being tied to him, while the black haired boy was laying down on the ground, sleeping away the day.

The blonde seemed to watch over him, like if he made sure he was okay all the time.

A cough interrupted the silence we were in, making the blonde look at me.

"S-sorry." I mumbled. The cold is really getting to me... I might get seriously sick if this continues. The blonde seemed to stare at me about 10 to 20 minutes, which made me uncomfortable.

"You hungry and cold?" He asked, making me nod slightly, laying my head in my knees that was up to my chest. Two seconds later, I felt someone sit beside me, making me look up at the blonde.

"You feed on the souls I have." He said, opening his mouth to an O shape. I shook my head, mumbling "I need real food."

"Soul is food."

"Maybe for you, but I need something you could touch, like an apple."

Suddenly, he took something from the ground, saying "Eat this."

"Can't do, it need to be food."

"This not food?"

I shook my head, looking down at the ground again.

"Sandwich?" He asked, making me look up at him and nod "Yes, sandwich is food."

"Sandwich not food. Sandwich bad for health. Sandwich not supposed to eat."

"You aren't supposed to eat souls, it's bad. It's mean and horrible." I mumbled, turning away from him slightly.

"We trying to survive, not eating souls, not surviving."

"How come... you are like this?" I asked, being careful. I don't want to anger him. He hugged me, his head leaning on my shoulder.

"I not know. Don't remember much. Only remember walking around asking people and eat souls."

I turned back to him, his head coming into my chest, which made me blush. He pulled up his head and looked at my chest. Both his hands went up and took my boobs in a firm grip, making me gasp slightly. I tried turning away from him, trying to get his uncomfortable hands off of me. Nothing worked though as he just squeezed them some times, then saying "Lay down."

"W-what? W-wh-"

"LAY DOWN!" He yelled, making me jump back further in the wall before doing as told to not anger him. He laid down beside me, pulling his arms around me and put his head in my chest.

"Comfortable. Like your chest, my new pillows." He mumbled, snuggling into me even more as I just tried to get the fact that he sexually harassed me in my head.

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