Ruthless

Wrath

A.N>> The correct way to pronounce Keana is {Ke-anna} the first two letters as {Key' then the normal name Anna}

It didn't take long for the queen to notice my presence in her moment of peace, if you may call it that. In a swift movement, I found myself pinned against a wall once again. I might as well get comfortable around walls, it seems like my back will always find them This time it wasn't as harsh as the first time. She kept looking directly into my eyes as my heart increased its beatings by a hundred.

Curiosity or anger. I didn't know which one it was that reflected in her eyes that day.

"For such a quiet girl you surely seem to be looking for ways in which I will make you scream." My eyes widen in realization of her sour words. The meaning behind them was enough to make me cowardice. My purity is the only thing that is solemnly mine and mine alone. The one thing I have left from my past life.

"Don't you know that being alone with me is dangerous?" Her soft voice spoke next to my ear. My skin covered in goosebumps, I was disgusted with the woman before me. She always found ways of getting under people's skin like a parasite. 

"Don't touch me!" A sudden rage came from the deepest parts of my core.

"What if I do want to touch you?" She asked wanting to push all my buttons. I growled in pure rage. Pushing on her body. A wicked smile formed on her lips, it was then I knew I had given myself away to the sadistic queen. She knew what my biggest fear now was, she knew what I possessed that kept me reminded of my value.

She grabbed me by the hair, turning my body around so I could face the wall. Her right leg spreading my own accomodating itself between my body. A jolt of electricity ran over my skin as Rhea made me cringe. My own stupidity has brought me here. Her hand moved my hair to the side, allowing her lips to come in contact with the flesh of my neck. I whimpered at the touch.

"Next time you decide to play spy, you will end up naked in my bed, screaming my name as I make all your forbidden fantasies come to life." I was breathing hard when she let go of my body, her eyes piercing cold. She walked away gracefully leaving behind the scent of her perfume.

In no time guards had me kneeling on the floor cleaning it furiously with a small brush. The day prior I had cleaned the exact same floors, they were spotless, but a way to torture my hands was to scrub nonstop with a brush made for children. I wasn't allowed supper that evening, only a piece of hard bread with a small cup of water. The arguments between both sisters could be heard throughout the entire palace. Keana also had her raging moments. A fire so deep in her eyes many feared one of these days she would be the one to murder the queen herself. Still in that fire was also a sense of twisted love. It didn't matter how heated their arguments could get, Keana still loved her sister therefore wouldn't hurt her. The same couldn't be said about Rhea. She was cold towards her younger sibling and the mere reason she keeps her around is to stay in good graces with the old council. Perhaps even with her brother. Who I came to learn was the middle sibling, with Rhea being the oldest and Keana the youngest.

There is nothing my heart desired more than to see the queen dead. Or better yet begging on her knees for forgiveness by those whom she's hurt beyond repair.

During the nights loud moans could be heard from her chambers, as she took a young maiden and made her hers for their last night in this cruel world that has become a nightmare. Not even half of them awoke during the next morning, for she would feed of their energy leaving them dead on her bed such a tragic end for such beautiful girls. I was afraid of when my time would arise. A few girls who have managed to survive said it all depended on the queen's mood to please. Some would even say she could be gentle, but I more than anyone knew those are lies. There is not a gentle bone in that woman's body. It is simply not her nature. To my surprise there were girls who adored being the center of the queen's attention, even if it was for one night. Many would even offer to be taken to her chambers with a smile upon their faces as if they had just won a major price. The thought made me nauseous, how some people can get accustomed to such ways.