The Girl

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Marco's eyes were wide, he wasn't even expecting her to even exist, he thought she was only in his dreams. She had beautiful dark brunette hair and green eyes She was in a ripped up pastel green dress, she was so...beautiful...her lips were full and she looked just like a dream. "P-Prince Marco?!" The girls eyes widened. "What are you doing down here?!" She asked. Marco sits up and looks up at the girl. "M...my father sent me down here. Who are you?" Marco asked with an eyebrow raised. "My name is Delilah." She responded. He remembered the meaning of Delilah...Delicate. Marco stands up, his arm bloody. "How long have you been down here?" Marco asked. Delilah thought for a second. "I've actually been here for 4 months. I just woke up and was here, they sentenced me death but I'm still here." She responds. Marco's eyes widened. "My dad did the same, he didn't even give an explanation. I had to give up my dog...Regalo." Marco replied sadly. Delilah's eyes widened. "Regalo?" She asked. Marco nods. "Yup." There was a silence before she spoke up. "You wanna find a way to escape?" Delilah asked. Marco immediately nods. "Duh. I'm not stupid."
Marco replied. Delilah smiles. "Great."

To be continued...☆♡☆

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