Ceviliana

Chapter 3 - Welcome to Ceviliana

Quick note: I wrote this story when I was 12/13. My imagination was wild back then. I'm just editing that old story to make it sound good. So some parts of the story may seem pretty WEIRD. LOL.

Enjoy!
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I was never demanding. Not even once. I believed I had everything I needed in my life, be it as a child, a teenager or a young adolescent. I was always grateful for the little things in life that we fail to perceive, like good health, food, and our bodily senses. I was thankful that I had a pair of eyes that gave me a beautiful insight of my surroundings, and gave me the strength to learn something new everyday.

But in my current situation, I was anything but thankful for my sense of sight.

You would think that a good looking, intimidating and supposed man of authority like Mr. Hotshot would hold himself and his dignity together just like any King or a Prince would.

Hahaha.

But not him.

What I had witnessed in front of me was probably something I would never be able to erase from my mind. Seriously.

Let's just say that I got mentally scarred for life. All the blood in my body had rushed to my face so quickly that perhaps in a normal situation, I would've been lightheaded. I couldn't believe my eyes. My train of thoughts was something along the lines of MY EYES! MY POOR INNOCENT EYES! OH HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS PLEASE SAVE ME I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HELL to Was he crazy or something? OMG. OMG. OMG I NEED A CHOCOLATE BEVERAGE!

He just dropped his pants. Just like that. His boxers were down too, leaving him with nothing on.

The other women around me didn't exactly look away, neither were they staring directly at his ding dong. I mean, it's not something you see everyday, even for hookers. Okay, not so sure about the hooker part. They shifted uncomfortably and tried to avert their gaze. Of course, there were some of them who just couldn't look away. In fact, they admired the man's crotch. And I mean this in the most inappropriate way.

I, on the other hand, quickly spun around and covered my face with my hands in shame and embarrassment, all the while silently muttering prayers for all this to be a dream. Oh and let me add on. While spinning around in embarrassment, I crashed into the woman next to me, who got clearly annoyed, so she shoved me hard on my chest. So at that point, not only were my eyes in pain, but so was my boob.

Yeah, I know. My life is taking a turn for the worst.

I hyperventilated for about 5 minutes, then pried through the hand shield I had created over my face. I peeped to my left, not daring to look in front, discreetly eyeing the awkward people around me. The men in black were standing at the corners of the room just looking straight ahead, as if this was a normal thing to see. (Okay maybe it was normal for them to see since they're all men). I crept back into my hand shield, my eyebrows furrowed together in desperation for all of this to end. Feeling a sudden touch against my shoulder, I jumped up about 10 feet, which made me lose my footing. I wobbled about like a jellyfish, only to be steadied by a big manly hand. I didn't dare look at whose hand it was, in fear it was that hooligan who thought it'd be fun to just undress in front of a dozen ladies. My breathing increased and so did the muttering of my prayer. I just hoped it wasn't HIM. UGH.

"It's alright, look at me. Don't be afraid." A warm, fatherly voice cooed in my ear, soothing my undoubted fears. I slowly turned my head backwards, coming face to face with an old man, with soft, kind and tired greyish blue eyes, a gentle smile upturning from the worn out lips. A few grey strands of hair covered his head, only to be hidden by an elegant golden crown, with beautiful aqua-blue gems lined on the gold. He wore a gold and maroon royal robe, with the fluffy hoodie-thing, cloaked over regular black office pants and a white full sleeved office shirt with thin cream colored stripes, which I might add was filled with different colored badges. Was he a king? Damn, he's the coolest King I'd ever seen.

I eyed the bulge in his pant pocket, which was shaped like that of a phone. My phone. I had brought it in a clutch purse to the bar the other night. Those men must have taken it away from when they kidnapped me. Great. Now I couldn't even call the cops. Maybe if I could steal-

I dropped my hands to my sides while staring at the man in his late forties, perusing his royal attire. Well, almost royal. He gestured me to follow him, leading me to the center of the room, where the manner-less hooligan stood. I tried my best to look away, staring at the nearest pillar.

"Son." ordered the King (hey the man looked like one), his authorized voice booming through the room, capturing my attention. Ahh, so that 'hooligan' was his son. I slowly peeked over at HotShot, seeing him back in his attire. His attention was on his father, but his gaze was fixed on the line of girls where I once stood. Particularly on a Blondie, who I realized was staring at him as if they were having a mental conversation. It lasted for a second before the "dude" walked towards us. He looked down at me in disapproval, then flickered his eyes to level with his fathers. I looked up at his father like a lost puppy (mind you, I was mashed between the two of them), seeing him flash a proud and approving smile, before nodding his head slightly. My head moved back to see his son's face, noticing the big frown, as well as the expression he held... almost as if he was disgusted. I frowned in turn, wondering what the hell was going on. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but quickly shut up when I realized his father had started speaking.

"Good evening ladies," he started. "I, King Henry, the 3rd King of the Realm of Ceviliana, welcome you to my castle." He boomed, a genuine smirk plastered on his face. "Welcome to Ceviliana."

He then looked down at me, giving me an approving yet assuring smile, before looking back up at the 9 other 'ladies' who stood at the room of the center. I gulped in fear, expecting the worst. The king then called one of the burly men in black, looking up at the scary man.

"Dispose of the rest." he ordered, before heading out of the room. My eyes widened in fear as the burly man motioned to the others, causing a herd of twelve or so men to move closer to us. They captured the rest of the women in the room besides me, pushing them towards the door. In the corner of my eye, I noticed Mr. Hotshot stop one of the men holding a woman, gave him a look, before freeing her and taking her along his side. It was that Blondie. I frowned in confusion, wondering what the hell just happened, and tried to decipher what the king meant by 'disposing' the others. I really hoped it didn't mean what I think it meant. Oh well, I guess the gravedigger would have some extra work to do.

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