Story Part 8
I'm dragged down a hall that is dimly lit and the tiles are so cold they make my wounds ache in pain. The ceiling in littered with chandeliers what are black with a small light emitting from a small candle. The walls are decorated with who I assume is the heartless black king. The guard brings my face to him and with his rotten voice he goes "prepare to meet the king, you filthy animal!"
The massive stone doors are pushed forwards and an ear-aching screech is let through the castle. I'm once again hauled forwards and dragged towards a figure sitting on a throne. Tossed like garbage I find myself at the feet of the King. I look up and the next thing I know I toss my body forwards and try to attack him but all he does is smile and consequently, I'm kicked to the ground....hard. With my hair covering some of my face, I look up and see the face of a madman, a serial killer, a black king.
His rough, calloused hands grab my chin and move my head forwards to meet his and with a sickening tone he tells me "You're really something aren't you, you have brains, beauty and this." He yanks my tail and my ears and I let out a small whine and hear him continue "You know if you bow to me and swear your loyalty your punishment won't be as severe as I was planning." He moves his face closer to me and I can feel his rotten breath on me.
I yank back "You dare pull away from me filth!" his voice roars through the castle but then I find my voice after so long; "Kill me if you must, but I shall not bow to a king who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he has ended! I shall never bow to you! You are not my king! You are not my leader! And you shall not have me as a trophy animal!" I stand up tired and weak "You rely on implanting fear into people and you punish those who have the courage to speak up." The guard sends a punch into my stomach but I don't move "But the best thing about having courage." Another blow to my stomach "Is that courage doesn't mean you don't get afraid." Another punch "Courage means you don't let fear stop you!" I yell out to the black king and then the last thing I see is the black king walking over to me and a fist flying to face.
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Non-FictionThese are story ideas, please don't use them as they are my ideas for books I plan to write but if you want to design characters from the short ideas then go ahead
