𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒💨❕

#CHAPTER 8~🩸💨

》~Guess who is back🙂. ME. I know I have been gone for a while but I am here now💘. Everything is ok if you were wondering😶. ♡~

¡♡We are gonna have so much fun. And thank you btw for being here even though I have been gone for a while.♡¡

Leave a comment, or a vote and I will see you next time loves❤😗.

Layla was a 5'7" girl with dark brown unkempt curly hair and the same skin tone as me. While examining her face, I noticed she had a scar on her right cheek, but it appeared to be an old scar. She was dressed in torn jeans, combat boots, and a bloody t-shirt. She looked at me with generous eyes and said, "Thank you," stretching out her hand for me to shake. I took Noah's hand and we started walking home, but the girl seemed to be following. When I catch a glimpse of her and I ask, "Why are you following us?" I made a monotone voice.

"I-I have nowhere to go," she stammers.

"OK, but you don't have to follow us."

Noah took my hand in his and asked, "Can she come?." I'm annoyed that I don't know her or where she's from. Noah means everything to me, and I would do anything to protect him, but there are times when I simply cannot refuse his request.

"Fine, you can come, but don't try anything stupid."

Thank you; she began to run toward me for a hug, but I took a step back. I know it may be painful for her, but I don't want her to think we're friends. We walk silently for a few minutes until we arrive at our destination.

"Today is the day for collection!! The days when one female from each of these slums you call home had to be brought to the palace to become a palace maid, a sex slave, or possibly the next Queen. So come the fuck out and don't let me push you. If anyone disobeys, we won't think twice about killing them; if there isn't a woman in their home, we'll burn it down with them still inside ".

Several palace guards were present, brandishing swords and shouting orders. It was a mess everywhere, parents shielded their children, some parents were happy, so were their daughters, and some girls were forced to go because their parents don't care or don't want to feed them. Parents who refused to give up their daughter were dragged from their homes, and a few them were overpowered, leaving only a few stab marks. The family with only sons is either close to death or the family ensures that their children are well hidden so that they are not discovered.

Myself, Noah, and Layla sneaked through the back gate into the yard, where we found Eileen crying and terrified of what the guard might do to us. It was heartbreaking to see Eileen in this condition, but at this point, I know what needs to be done because, as we all know, she only lives with Noah and, consequently, she will be killed if there isn't a female in the family.

"Everything will be fine, Eileen. I have a solution for the problem, so I will assist ". I went inside and packed a small bag with some of my clothes. I brought some snacks with me because I was hungry.

Eileen took hold of my wrist and pushed me into a chair, asking, "What are you talking about, and why are you so calm about this?"

I stood up from the chair and said, "Well, since you don't have any girls in this house, it is sad to say that I am going to go and represent your family. So that your house won't burn down and they won't kill you," I trailed off.

"No, you can't do it, you're the only one here to protect us," Noah said flatly.

"And that is what I am doing," I said.
"Layla, Can I trust you to look after them?"

"Are you serious?" Layla yanked me away from Noah and Eileen, "they might kill you if you try to escape, you know?"

"I do, which is why I'm asking you to look after them for me."

"All right, I'll do my best."

I went over and gave Noah and Eileen both a passionate and lengthy hug. "You must keep in mind that I will always be by your side. I...I looooove both of you." With that said, I exited through the gate, Noah running after me yelling "STOP HER PLEASE STOP HER," he tried to pull me back, but Layla knew what to do and she did it by holding Noah back so that I could do what I thought was right. When I turned around, Layla said, "You got this," and I left their house.

The guards began to shove me and a few others into one of the vans, which were white with a few blue stripes and had the word royal carved in fresh blood, indicating that they were out for blood. I was shoved into the back of the van, my head hit the floor, my vision became blurry, and my head began to pound. The doors were slammed shut, and the van was quickly filled with gas, everyone was coughing and screaming, and then everything around me went black.

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