Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
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Opal's pov
IT HAD GOTTEN SILENT, I had stayed on my side for over two hundred seconds, I counted because that's the only thing that kept me sane in a moment like this. Even though my heart felt as if it was going to rip out of my chest and run away.
I heard the sound of something light trotting against the wooden floor. I hesitated for a second but I peeked from under the bed to see Moo Moo rushing my way. I let out a sigh of relief and grabbed him quickly.
"Moo Moo, fuck..." I held in a sob, bringing the bundle of fur to my chest, I kissed his wet nose. "Where's Ambi..? Is she safe?" I stroked his fur.
He let out a small meow, one that was cautious...
I squinted my eyes at him.
I opened my satchel and he was quick to hop in. I snapped it back close and looked up to see two combat boots standing in front of the bed.
It was a troop man.
I blinked, in shock.
My mount went dry and I backed up to the furthest crook of the bed, shutting my eyes tightly just hoping he hadn't heard me, or worse... smelled me.
"I know you're under there. you and that kitty are going to be a delightful lunch. I don't know what's wrong with you people. So scaredddd of revolution. It's great, it's what makes us better and stronger than ever." He chuckled lightly before grabbing my left arm roughly.
He pulled me from under the bed completely and grabbed my satchel.
"NO!"
I yanked it back from him and tackled him. He hit the floor with a small huff.
I'd do whatever I could to protect MooMoo.
He kneed me in the stomach and I fell back, he tried to grab my satchel again but I grabbed his shoulders and kicked him in his groin. He let out a low curse before grabbing his dagger.
I watch the sharp edge drag down my left leg, penetrating my skin deeply, and ripping my flesh apart.
I let out a blood-curdling scream, the pain was indescribable, and I felt as if I was going to die.
He laughed wickedly, poking the dagger deeper into my leg. "I think I like it when you're silent like this."
