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Karl grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door, I struggled in his grip but he didn't budge. I lifted my elbow up and hit him at his nose, twice. He doubled over, grabbing his nose, I heard cursing, but I ran towards the ballroom, I opened the double doors seperating us and an innocent women stood in front of me. I shoved past her, running towards the garden, sliding open the glass door.
It was beautiful, the full moon was out, the golden water fountain was on, there were a couple benches, lots of flowers and bushes. Nobody was out here. I scrambled through my purse, the mask slightly in the way.
Shit my guns gone.
"Looking for this?" I hear a familiar voice behind me, and I turn around slowly. Karl was stood there, blood dripping down his nose, dry tears down his face and strands of hair in front of his eyes. My gun pointed towards me and two other men stood on either side of him.
Sapnap and Dream.
Before I knew it Sapnap and Dream were coming towards me, grabbing my biceps. I struggled against them, but they kept my arms down. Sapnap reaches for my mask and I shoot my head down, trying to get away. A hand takes a handful of my hair, bringing my head up and drags the mask off of my face, probably leaving a small scrape on it, from the glitter.
"Esmeray Vera." Dream says.
"What a smart women. We've been waiting so long to find you and you come straight to us?" They all laugh.
They began dragging me towards the glass patio door.
I could feel Karl pressing my gun towards the back of my spine. I scoff. They lead me down some stairs and I see a dungeon type-looking room. I look at karl and he smirks. They push me into the cell and I hear a loud bang, they closed the door. I hear footsteps start to fade away.
"Let me out you bastards!" I run up towards the door and bang my fists onto the door, I try to jiggle the handle. Locked.
The room is dark and has dark grey walls, nothing in it except from me. At the top of the wall on my left is a small rectangular window covered by three metal bars. I slid down the wall, throwing my head back in annoyance.
I traced my hand up my forearm, a tattoo of a lily sat there, fully bloomed. I smiled at the sight of it.
Sylvee. Hannah. I haven't seen them this entire time. Are they okay? Are they hurt? Where are they? Do they have them too? All these thoughts run through my head. I walk towards the corner of the room sliding down the wall. My head in my hands.
I felt so weak.
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I was awoken by a ray of sunlight coming through the small rectangular window. I run my hand through my hair and sit up. I walk towards the window, jumping up to see what was out there. The window was too high for me to see anything.
The door opens and Karl walks in, the door slamming behind him. He has a knife in his hand, coming towards me, I slightly walk backwards and the wall hits my back. He places the knife to my throat.
"Talk, bitch." I slightly lean back glaring at him. I stay silent. Not wanting to say anything.
"You do realise I have a knife to your neck..? One wrong move and you're neck is sliced." He spits tucking my hair behind my ears, with his free hand.
"So do it." I say. his eyebrows knit together.
"Gosh, why are you so difficult." He mutters. He reaches into his pockets pulling out shackles. He attaches them to my wrists and pulls me out the room.
Everything happened so quickly, so whenI snap back into reality.
"Let go of me, asshole!" I struggle against him. I'm sick of people dragging me around. He brings me into a room, it has a singular table, he attaches the shackles to the table and King George walks in.
"Esmeray Vera." He says, coated with a thick british accent. He stalks towards me.
"You. A dirty little criminal. Walking around on my lands." He says as he places his hands on the table in front of me.
"Who do you work for?" He says adjust the hair on his head.
I stay silent
"Ray, tell me." He coos, smirking. Obviously knowing what he is doing.
"That's not my fucking name."
Everyone in the room gasps. Even the King, he stares at me in shock. The guards in the room, raise their guns. King George raises up a hand, a signal for them to stop.
"What did you just say?" He says, getting extremely close to my face.
I realise who i'm talking to. The King.
"My name is Esmeray, not Ray." He chuckles.
"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you." He says, I can see his eyes darting up and down from my eyes to the scar that ran across my left cheek.
"Remember who you're talking to.. I'm not the one cuffed to the table." Picking up the handcuffs by the chain, shoving them in my face.
"Death row starts tomorrow. Take her to the dungeons. Don't. Let. Her. Escape." He spits, signaling towards the door. Karl is the first to leave. Dream uncuffs me from the table, dragging my bleeding arms back to were we came from.
He closed the door behind him.
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About two hours later, Karl came in, throwing a white t-shirt, black sweatpants and a pair of socks at me, before he left without saying anything.
I walked up to the items, before changing into them, to get out of this tight dress. I put my sneakers back on, before sitting back down.
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Dream came in the room with food, he placed the metal tray in front of me he turned around to leave, before he could leave, I grabbed his wrist.
"Dre-Dream. Please let me out, I'm too young to die." He sighs at me. Tears threatening to fall, from my face.
"You know I can't do that." He sighs.
I bring him to the back of the room and I sit down. He crouches down to my level, using his index finger to balance him.
"I didn't mean to do it. I'm just trying to protect myself. I really didn't mean it." I sniffle.
He stares at me, his green eyes, his freckles, his blonde hair. He reaches up, putting his hand on my jaw, with his thumb he wipes my tears. I sniffle. My mascara sticking to my cheeks.
"Ca-Can I have a hug, please?" I mutter. He pulls me into a hug. He smells like cinnamon.
"I have to go." He says walking towards the door. I nod as he turns away. He reaches into his pocket for his keys. They weren't in there. He turns around to face me. I have the biggest smirk on my face.
Whilst hugging him, I managed to grab the knife and keys out of his pocket. Pointing the knife towards him. He raises his palms up as a sign of surrendering.
Was I sorry? Probably not.
"Esmeray. You don't have to do this." He says walking towards me, very slowly.
"I do. Otherwise how will I get out?"
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