Summer Camp

Chapter Twenty One

My name is no
My sign is no
My number is no
You need to let it go
You need to let it go
Need to let it go
Nah to the ah to the no, no, no  

~Meghan Trainor, No 

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**Alex's POV**

I was pulled out of my room at last by Harry, who led me to the large dining room, and left me sitting next to the Kings empty spot at the head of the table. There were only 10 of us here, all around my age. We all looked tired and scared. I wanted to move to the opposite side of the table, but Harry was watching me.

The other girls were quietly whispering, and one was even crying.

"I though you were gone," the girl next to me said quietly. She had sunken in eyes, and a cut on her nose.

I shook my head. 

The room suddenly became quiet as someone walked in. I already knew it was the King. The King walked to his spot at the head of the table, sitting much too close to me. His knee bumped into mine, and I moved my legs back as far as they would go. The King looked at me, a grin on his face, and all I wanted to do was spit at him, and sit as far away from him as possible.

"Hello, Ladies," said the King, "You are the girls left who will be trained to be slaves. Four of you will work in the kitchen, 5 of you will clean the palace, and one of you will be my personal slave.

None of us knew how to feel, we didn't like being close to the King, but we were better off than Cayla and some of the others. I thought about Pixie and I wondered where she was, I hoped that she was okay. 

The King drew our attention back to him by clapping, signaling for the food to be brought in. We were all given something that looked similar to steak. I picked up a fork, but I didn't eat anything.

"Come on girls," said the King, "eat." It didn't sound like a suggestion.

I took a piece of the steak like meat, taking a small bite. I wasn't hungry, but I wasn't in the mood to get in trouble.  

When we finished eating our plates were cleared away from girls our age, and the King stood up.

"Aren't you all very excited to here what you'r new job is?" he asked walking around the long table. "I'll tell you." He walked up to each girl saying what job they had. He went around the table until he got to me. 

I knew what my job was from process of elimination, I got the one job that I wanted the least, the job that no one wanted. The job that put me near the awful King full time. 

"And you," said the King, standing behind me. He stepped to the side, and looked at me, "You have a tremendous job." The King moved his hand to my face and I flinched, pulling my head back in fear. The King caressed my cheek, making me feel sick.  "You will be my personal salve."