The cold seeped into my bones from the tip of my head to the ends of my toes. Murmurs surrounded me, and I wanted them all to shut up.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and groaned, clutching my stomach.
Something felt off.
Wait, what?!
I touched my body everywhere, but I couldn't feel anything. WHERE WERE MY CLOTHES?!
I bolted upright, noticing women dressed in strange attire. Ignoring them, I looked at myself—naked.
"Where are my fucking clothes?!" I shouted.
Gasps filled the room. Was I an alien to them?
I tried to stand but collapsed back onto my knees, clutching my head. A cold hand touched my shoulder. I looked up to see a woman dressed in gold and diamonds, her beauty surreal. How much were those worth? It would be an honor to steal them.
But right now, she felt like a threat. I grabbed her arm and tackled her, causing more gasps and fearful looks. What the fuck was happening?!
Using her as a shield, I backed us toward a mirror and shattered it with my elbow, hissing in pain.
There goes my healthy skin!
I grabbed a shard and pressed it to her neck. Screams filled the room.
Taking in my surroundings, I noticed:
1)All the women were dressed in traditional clothing.
2)The woman in my grasp wore an even more ornate outfit.
3)WHY THE FUCK WAS I NAKED?!
"Rani ma!" a woman cried out.
Rani ma? The queen? Ha! The fuck?!
"Who are you?!" I barked, pulling the woman closer and pricking her skin. She whimpered, and I loosened my grip slightly.
The doors burst open, and men in armor stormed in. Why was everyone dressed like they were ready to do a ramp walk in a fucking fancy dress competition?!
"Stop right there, or I'll slice her neck!" The men froze.
"Tell me who you are!" I demanded, pressing the shard harder until she hissed in pain.
I was terrified.
Naked.
That too infront of these men.
The queen held my hand and I yanked her closer. "I am the queen. You can trust me," she said, her voice calm. I scoffed.
"Don't gaslight me, you bitch! Just tell me where I am and why you're all dressed like this!"
The room gasped, and the men pointed their spears at me. Tears threatened to fall.
No.
I hated them.
"Trust me. Let me go, and nobody will harm you," she repeated, her voice soothing. But I wasn't in the mood for soothing words.
The soldiers parted, and a man entered, wearing a crown. The king? His eyes burned with fury. He drew a sword massive than the last dick I saw!
I know I exaggerated it, but you weren't in my situation- about to piss their pants, and the fun part was...I DIDN'T HAVE MY FUCKING PANTS ON!
"Leave her, or you'll be bathing in your own blood," he said, his voice a deadly calm.
"I won't. If you want this chick alive, put your arms down." My voice wavered. I blinked away tears.
The king's eyes darkened. He took a step forward, and I pulled the queen closer, pressing the shard deeper.
"Call her another name, and you'll see hell," he growled. A tear slipped down my cheek.
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Historical FictionGayatri is a skilled thief whose only goal is to become the richest person in the world. She sets her sights on stealing a famous Indian painting worth 100 million dollars. When she finally gets her hands on the painting, she is unexpectedly transp...
