Chapter 9 || Death Row

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"You disrespected the King." I was roughly pulled out of the bed. Two guards on either side of me. They both clasped shackles onto my wrists, they were thick. I resist against them.

Black inky spots filled my vision, due to being dragged up too quickly.

"Let go of me, what the fuck?" I begin to pull at the chains.

"He's decided to kill you a day earlier." I heard a deep voice say to me. I started to panic, I'm never going to get to tell Sylvee or Hannah that I love them. I was going to die.

I am dragged out the room, the guards had an iron grip on my biceps, walking through the castle, sweat beads began dripping down my forehead. I was letting them drag me to death.

I see a larger spruce door infront of me, a golden frame and gold handles.

"Wait! Wait! Ple-"I begin to squirm in their grasp.

One of them pulles open the door before pushing me in and closing it behind them. It was a large hall.

"Esmeray! Hello!" I hear a voice, happily say to me. The chains to my shackles were dragging on the wooden floor.

I turn around to see who the voice belonged to, my prediction was correct. King George, sat on his stupid throne and a crown placed on his curly brunette hair.

The guards began walking  towards him, due to their iron grip they had on me, I was dragging behind. Next to him, stood Sapnap, who had a large smirk on his face and Dream, who had a neutral look on his face.

One of the guards placed a hand on my shoulder, digging his fingernails into it. I winced out in pain, forcing me onto my knees. George gets off of the throne he sat on.

Sapnap passed him a glistening purple sword. I knew it was an enchanted netherite sword. He began slowly walking towards me, the sword dragging behind him.

"Shame this is the way you have to die.." He trails on, stopping in front of me.

If I punched his nuts right now, I could make a run for it, but I do have four other people in the room.

I feel something cold placed beneath my chin. I look up at him.

"You've had a good life." He sighs, picking the blade up and tracing it over the scar his guard left.

"Tell me you're sorry for everything you've done." The sword returns to my chin, he slightly adds a bit of pressure.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I look at him blankly.

"No." I bluntly say, if I was going to die, I wasn't going to go down that easily.

"You know, you're brave for saying that. You're about to die and you still haven't learnt-" I cut him off.

"Kill me then." He laughs.

"You think I'd let someone like you die a sweet, painless death?" I stare at him, chewing the inside of my cheek.

He places the sword onto the arm without the scar, and began to drag the sword. I stared at him, it fucking burnt like hell, but I refused to let tears fall.

"Ohh, you think you're strong?" He whispered, I ignored him. He began to drag up multiple times. Tears begun to pile up in my eyes. Okay, now it hurt.

Just as I was about to scream, a hand was placed over my mouth. I protested through the hand. Though, it only came out as muffled. The guards hand, was restricting my breathing too.

I looked at Dream, I don't know why, I had a thought that maybe he would stop all this shit. But he just stood there.

Sapnap stood there with a massive grin on his face, Dream stood there again with a neutral face. I could normally read people well, but with him, it was different. I threw my head back in pain, hoping it would end soon.

"There you go." He smirked, satisfied with the reaction I was giving him. After some time, he finally stopped.

"Now it's time for the fun bit." He said, clasping his hands together. I knew what he meant by that. Shivers crept up my spine and I sniffled from the tears that managed to escape.

I looked down at my arm, blood was oozing out, the flesh of my arm was peeking out. The shackles were now painted red.

I closed my eyes, a sick feeling in my stomach arose, I was going to throw up. I reframed from doing so.

"Fuck you, George." I said, my eyes half closed. My voice was raspy, it hurt every time I swallowed.

As he stepped closer, I began to shuffle back until I felt someone block my path. Just like Sapnap did in the woods.

"No." I whispered out, my breath began to increase as he stood there still smirking. How was he so calm?

A guard from behind me unclipped my shackles, replacing them with his hands.

I hung my head down low. I knew my life was over. He lifted his sword and I closed my eyes, waiting for impact.












Which never came.

Dream stepped in the way, grabbing George's wrist. He whispered something to him, George lowered his sword.

"No way!" George yelled to Dream. Who stood next to him.

Dream's eyes meet mine and they dart towards a door shoved in the corner. It had a green man and flame above it, indicating it was a fire exit. He titled his head, telling me that I should run.

I wasted no time, rushing towards the exit door. I pushed it open. A flower field was revealed, beautiful coloured flowers and tall grass were everywhere.

My adrenaline was at it's peak. Sweat is dripping down my face, from the near-death experience. Running through the flower field, my arm was killing me, but I don't let it slow me down. The sun burns onto me. My hair blowing in the wind.

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Once I ran far enough, I took of the white t-shirt I was wearing, leaving me in a black sports bra and black sweatpants. Wrapping it tightly over the bloody gashes that George left. Just so I don't fucking die from blood loss. The white t-shirt instantly became red.

I've been running for a while now. I see a forest in the distance and I run towards it. It was a familiar forest. It was my town forest. I begin to slow down. I pant, bending over, putting my hands on my knees. I wiped the sweat of my forehead using the back of my hand. Thinking about what Dream had done.

He had just saved me.

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