Summer Camp

Chapter Thirteen

 I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence  

~Car Radio, Twenty-One Pilots 

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**Alexandria's POV**   

It was only two days after interviews when girls started disappearing. Someone would come and call their names, and they were never seen again. It was never someone I knew, only a shadow working beside me.

     I was starting to understand that this was my new life, I was to be owned with a million others, not having any choices to make myself. 

     Each time a member came in, I expected my name to be called. Dread laced through my soul, as more and more people left. Until there were only six others left. And I was finally called. The man was tall a lean, he gripped my arms, and led me into a private room hiding in the shadows of a dark corridor.

     I was pushed in. In the room, the King was bent over a plant smelling it's jungally odor.

     The King looked as beautiful as always. He wore rich purple robes and his hands were full of rings that would cut skin. He was unshaven, and had an amused look in his eye. He looked at me like he was confused and unsatisfied. He didn't care that I had a life before he took me, all he cared was that I was here know, where he could force me to do what he was too lazy to do. I was afraid, angry, and filled with lust all at once. I was disgusted to be feeling lust, and didn't think about it. I dug my nails into my skin almost drawing blood as he turned to look at me straight in the eye.

     "You," he said, "There is something about you that bothers me. I noticed it when I whipped you. I always noticed you. I was tempted to send you off with the first batch, but I thought that I would keep you, and here we are. I want to watch you, I want to take away your light. Like a game, I want to watch you give up and submit to me. I'll wait for the day that you do what ever you want me too, the day where you beg for me."

"I don't think that will happen," I said quietly, shivering in the Kings presence.

The King was suddenly in front of me, staring down into my eyes, "What did you say?" The King questioned a faint smile on his lips.

I stayed silent looking at the floor. The King grabbed by chin forcefully, digging his nails into my skin, and making me look at him. I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip.

"What did you say," he yelled, making me cringe.

"I don't think that will happen," I said my voice shaking badly. I wanted to crumple to the floor and cry.

The King laughed letting my chin go. He laughed in my face as loud as he could. "I can do anything that I want to you." To prove his point he pushed me away from him, I flew back smashing in to the back wall. 

I screamed and started to cry curling myself into a ball. 

The King approached me as I yelled, "Leave me alone," over and over again, "Just leave me alone."

"Never," said the King lifting me up, "You are mine." I tried to pull away from the King but I was weak, and he was strong. 

I shifted my weight to knee him in the stomach, but he threw me to the ground laughing again. 

"You're kind of entertaining," he said, watching me try to pull myself up. I winced as he put a hand down to help me up. I spit at his hand, and pushed myself away from him, hot, angry tears still on my face.

"You will learn," the King boomed starting to get angry, "Put her in the dungeon!" 

Two guards starting walking towards me, I coward back into a corner. I cried loudly. I just wanted to crawl into a corner and pass out. The guards pulled me out of the room, and one slapped me when I wouldn't move fast enough. The pulled me down three flights of stairs, and through dark, damp, deserted hallways. 

A guard pushed me onto the ground in front of another guard, who grabbed me roughly by the hair, and pushed me into a dark brick room, there was a small bulb without a switch. The room was about 10 ft by 10ft. There was a small bucket in the corner and a torn ripped up baby blanket. 

I cried and pleaded as the guard shut the down laughing at me. I banged on the door knowing that it would do no good, and passed out on the floor crying until there were no tears left. 

I laid on the cold concrete floor for hours numbly before falling in a world of dreams.