Neko's POV:
"Lets begin..."
A voice appear behind the wooden desk of history as the light shined half directly on him as I scanned his scarred wrinkled face, cringing at the sight at the suit he worn only stained with dried blood and black marks, sighing as I nodded slowly not wanting to make eye contact.
"What's your name?..."
".....n-neko..."
"Do you know why you're here today..neko...?"
((I really didn't know...I just started to choke and wheep)) choking on poor sobs..((feeling like the weak softy I am..well was...)) the tingles in my stomach holding a grudge before softly whimpering between my lips I gasped weakly and sprained out a aching sympathy out of my scratched voice.
"P-please..I don't want this....!!"
"It's the rules...plz take him to the recess...we'll soon choose his fate..."
Feeling two stiff hands on me I only stood crying, my bones failing me to escape feeling the harsh tugs at my worn clothing before being pulled out the room never seeing the wicked glance on the men's face.
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Jasmine's POV:
Running softly across the hallway of my echoing taps of flats can be heard with each step as huffing softly, my hair bouncing between the rosy cheeks, opening the door with a loud cry
"I'm s-sorry I'm lat-...!"
I backed away, feeling the hard impact of the man's hand colliding into her soft cheek as she whined, glancing with the corner of her hazel eye at the other women who looked with such pity and disgust hearing their soft whispers and harsh tones.
"....I'm sorry...s-sir..."
"This is the fourth time..maybe it's time for your release...I'll sent you down to m-.."
"N-no PLEASE..! I-I Promise to be a better w-wife..!!"
Shuddering on her words, A soft pause was greeted on the man's face soon glancing at the other women involved in the scene grabbing my arm as he pulled me off to the hall, as I bowed my head with respect as he gently turns, smelling the Alcohol on his bearded face as her nose scrunched beneath his lips
"Will you ever obey? You must dance...that's your job sweetheart..."
Feeling the hot breath of the burning smell she closed her eyes, cringing hoping he'll vanished, but he didn't... her eyes widen feeling the tight pull into the stern kiss as she choked on her saliva as she pulled, her lips out of contact as her heart ached with her tight chest keeping her head turned
"Did you just...avoid my love?! I saved you like the others and this how I be treated..you disgrace!!...you must be punished...!"
Hearing his barks and growls, she softly cried out for help screaming with her soft aching throat, being tugged out roughly between the man's grip as she struggled to be released soon vanishing into the dark hallway as her faint screams and cries soften down the hallway.
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Trish's POV:
As the master lead jasmine out, Sitting with the other women, being the youngest one of the group hearing them bicker with whispers and gossips.
"You think she'll be whipped and hung like the last one was?..."
"Indeed young ones never learn with their whining and sobbing for help..."
"She's fragile...I feel bad..but that hag got what she deserved..."
Keeping quiet her mind roaming with aggression and glares at the women she kept to herself, sitting in the back near the corner as she kept listening.
"You think she's going to be punished by....him..?
"Well he does do a clean job..so yes..very smart...he made grace vanished who knows what he might do to that little squirt..."
"Do you know his name gale?..."
"Yes..but it's nothing to worry about him...we cannot speak upon hi-"
Her head turn to the attention of the door swinging open her eyes gently scanned up at the tall dirty blond with a red rose at his finger tips giving a sharp grin his hair sulked back with a gentle smile with a furrow eyebrow.
Logan: "hello angels...Edward..will be...right back..but for now..lets us arrive for as we say...lets the games begin...."
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Author's note: thank god I'm done with this chapter. Hope you enjoy if you want me to continue just say so Cx bye ttyl- kiss kiss ❤️
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