Chapter Three-Violet
Violet waited.
And waited.
And
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For what seemed like forever.
Still nothing.
Until finally, a light was switched on above. She jumped, looking around. Saw no one.
"Um... e—excuse me—what was your name?"
"You may call me Beast," whispered the voice. She looked around. She couldn't find the source of where it was coming from.
"Um... well, what's going to happen to me?" she asked, then grumbled a quiet, "It wasn't like I was brought here by choice."
"You will be taken to the dungeons. There, I will decide what is to be done with you," the voice said.
The dungeons?!
"Y—you can't do t—that!" she exclaimed. The voice chuckled.
The light was switched off again, plunging everything into darkness.
She couldn't hear footsteps, but she gasped when in a split second she felt herself being picked up.
"Hey!" she cried. "Let me go!"
Violet kicked at the person holding her, but he was too strong. Her foot hit what she assumed was a bicep, and she grunted in pain. It was like trying to kick a brick wall.
The wind whizzed past, stinging her cheeks. She could feel them travelling at an inhuman speed. She struggled in his arms.
How were they going so fast? No, how was the man carrying her going so fast? Her added weight surely should've slowed him down.
She yelped in surprise when she was dumped on a cold, hard floor suddenly.
"H—hey!" she cried, rubbing her sore and bruised backside. "You could've b—been gentler!"
"Be grateful that that's all you're getting for the moment. I could've gone harsher on you," the voice growled.
"Now stay there," he snarled. A thin, scratchy blanket was hurled at her face.
She caught it.
There was a flash of light as the person exited the room, but they were too quick, and she missed them.
Yet again, she heard the sound of a lock click. A dim light was switched on, just enough for her to see. Albeit poorly, but it was better than nothing.
"H—hey! Let me out!" she cried, pounding her fists on the cell door.
"I've already b—been imprisoned against my will in m—my own father's carriage! This c—can't be happening again! Let me out! L—LET ME OUT!"
No response. She sunk down onto the cold ground.
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Violet awoke hours later. There was a tray of gruel beside her.
Something fuzzy and dark ran across the floor, nearly giving her a heart attack.
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Fantasy"You are my prisoner. If you wish for freedom, you will have to earn it yourself. But remember this: If you ever leave, you won't leave as the same person you were when you arrived." ~~~ Violet has always been the unwanted daughter in the Laurier Fa...
