(The girls name is actually Milady its not an old-fashioned story. And the characters a boy.)
Milady will be furious with me for this slip up! Maybe I can get her to understand that I got wounded. I hold my sloppily bandaged side and pace back and forth. I wince with every step but I can't stop myself from pacing my minds a tangled mess right now. Milady's door opens making me jump; she snaps my name and I hurry over to where she is. She gestures into her office. I hang my head and walk in; she slams the door shut behind me making me jump again.
She glares at me and points to chair "Sit!" I nod and sit down. I cringe with every step she takes towards me. I want to sigh when she walks by me and to her desk but I know I'm not safe yet. She folds her hands together and sits them on top of the desk then practically hisses at me "How could you fail this mission!!! This was your last chance!"
"Please Milady I almost had this mission but I was wounded and I know I slipped up I tried my best to finish bu-"
"What you where to weak to finish or you felt it would be easier to come back and get yourself shot."
"Please, please, don't shoot me for this."
She walks around her desk and grabs my chin lifting it up so our eye level is even. "I wouldn't waste a bullet on you. I think being tortured for the rest of your miserable life would be a much more suitable punishment." Two guards come in and I yelp in surprise. The guards grab my arms and my side gets hit in the process; I cry out in pain and my legs get kicked out from under me. Not another words said as the two guards drag me to my doom.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are some short stories I came up with in response to writing prompts I've found.