Huff...
Huff...
Silence.
Huff...
Huff...
Hu-
Keep it down you lousy lungs! I'll get c-caught!
A little girl, hidden in a closet, covered her mouth and tried to small herself as best as possible.
Suddenly, she heard steps—
Tap...
Tap...
And voices.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Tap Tap...
Tap...
"COME OUT NOW!
"HOW DARE YOU TRY TO RUN AWAY YOU LITTLE MOTHERF-"
Eventually, the little girl's nerves got the better of her, and she began to cry.
Sniffle...
Sniffle...
The mistress who looking for her, heard the sniffles, followed the noises, and they soon led to the closet.
"Ah.
"There you are."
The mistress slowly walked towards a empty cabinet, heaved the doors open, and dragged the bedraggled, frightened girl out.
"N-no! Please!"
"SHUT UP."
"Please! I'm s-"
The mistress then suddenly slapped the girl across the face."
"You...will find out...What Happens...WHEN-"
"Mistress! Apologies, but we just caught one of your servants stealing your jewelry!
"WHAT?"
The Mistress threw the girl to the ground in a fit of rage.
"I will deal with that imbecile! Meanwhile, take this one back to her 'quarters'."
"Yes Mistress."
The girl looked up in terror as two servants approached her.
One of them laughed, picked the girl up, hit her, then threw her to the floor again.
"Hey! You might severely hurt her!"
"Pfft..."
The servant laughed, grabbed the girl by the neck of her tattered dress, then showed the other servant a crystal on the girl's neck.
"See this? It was with her when she first arrived. Apparently, it's some old magic that grants a person immortality."
"Really? Then why does she still have it? I know the Mistress is determined to live forever."
"That's part of the reason the girl isn't dead yet—The Mistress can't figure out how to take the necklace off."
"Seriously?!"
"Yep. Come try yourself. It's locked on to her neck or something."
The intrigued servant tried to grab the necklace off of the girl's neck.
"Wow."
"Heh. If I was the Mistress..."
The servant grabbed the girl's dress collar and lifted her to his face.
"You'd be dead."
The servant laughed, walked over to a giant wooden door, opened it, then threw the girl down some stairs—into a dungeon.
The girl started crying, lifted her head in pain, looked toward the door and cried—
"Please...please don't do this...
"I'm just hungry...
"Hurt....
"Tired.....
"Please...
"Please help me..."
The servant laughed manically, then replied,
"Help you? PLEASE! If the Mistress hadn't been distracted by the 'stolen jewelry' incident, you'd be beaten sore! You think I want that?"
The servant turned away and slammed and locked the door.
The girl collapsed, and succumbing to her injuries she cried,
"Please...
"Somebody...
"Anybody...
"Save...me..."
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Angelic Demon
FantasyAfter years of being beaten, starved, and bruised, Jia is finally rescued from her captivity by a mysterious boy named Kanji-who claimed he's run from home. Together, the two ran away; soon embark on a journey to save a "glowing lady" who spoke to t...
