King | j.b

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Sitting on the rock hard, cold floor of the dungeon was not something Ariana particularly liked. It wasn't something anyone would like.

She laid lifeless on the concrete ground as she watched two cockroaches climbing up the walls. Her hands were chained to the ground as was her feet. She thought that chaining her to the ground was completely ridiculous and a waste of time. It's not like she was some sort of serial killer. What would a small, skinny girl like her do?

Goosebumps covered her skin as she tried sitting up. The chains connected to her made loud clanking sounds as she sat upright. She could see her breath in small puffs of white. What did she do to deserve this? She hated herself for talking to King Justin Bieber like that. Why would she do such a thing? She knew better. But the thing that kept swirling through her mind the most was why he had been so nice to her before. The way he looked at her with sympathy and wiped away her tears. But of course she had to ruin it and now she wound up here.

Suddenly, she heard many footsteps echoing through the dungeon. She grabbed the bars of her cell to see who it was, but quickly retreated to the corner when she saw the giant shadows of three guards. Their boots padded on the floor and came closer and closer.

She wrapped her arms around her legs as her heartbeat became faster. Finally, the images of the three guards became visible. And they were walking right towards Ariana's cell.

They approached the bars of her cell and one guard took out a key. He slowly unlocked the barred door and came in to take off the chains on Ariana's hands and feet. The three other guards stood behind him, not taking their eyes away from her.

But Ariana was confused as to what they were doing. It hadn't been three days yet. What were they doing with her?

Once the guard took of all the chains, he violently grabbed her by the arm.

"Get up!" he commanded. Ariana obeyed and stumbled to her feet. The guard shoved her out of the cell and led her out of the dungeon. Another guard grabbed onto her other arm as the other followed behind.

"Where are you taking me?" Ariana whimpered. The guards tightened their grip on her and an evil smile grew on both of their mouths.

"That's for us to know," one said. Curiosity overwhelmed her and she started to get very nervous. What were they going to do to her? Were they bringing her to the king? Why did they let her out early?

The guards led her out into an open, outdoor space. What she saw next made her jaw drop and shivers go down her back.

A long rope hung from a wooden stand in the center as a crowd of people surrounded it, their eyes staring at her.

Beside this wooden platform was the king sitting on a huge chair. Then it hit her; they were going to publicly kill her.

"No! Please no!" she screamed as she fought the guards. She kicked and flailed her arms but it was no use. And at that moment, she was literally walking to her death.

Ariana jolted up from her sleep. She breathed heavily as she looked at her surroundings. She was still in the cell and the chains were still connected to her.

She let out a long sigh and realized it had just been a dream. Sweat trickled down her forehead. She had never had a dream that felt so real. And in that moment, that was the only time she was thankful to be in her cell.

It was her second day in the dungeon. The only time guards came was when they gave her her food for the day. But that was about it. She had never felt so alone in her whole life.