Cold still air could be felt holding the feeling of dread and icy evil. A loud thud alerts a thin, pale little girl of a unseen entity. Her ragged, unsteady breathing stops and when she hears nothing, she continues her work. A silver platter rests in her unsteady hands, gleaming as if just polished. Ever so gently she puts it down neatly and grabs another that needs a bit of polishing and gets to work. "Annabeth!" She drops the platter in surprise and turns around to face a hooded woman. "Y-yes my lord?" Annabeth stuttered out, her voice sounding like rigid rocks. "You have disappointed me! If you weren't one of the best slaves I had, your soul would be in hands at this very moment!" The hooded lady said with a voice of silk and thorns. Annabeth just nodded in reply while fear and dread shone in her clouded, tired eyes.
The lady grabbed Annabeth and threw her at a wall before she walked out. Annabeth slowly got up and started to silently sob wanting nothing more than to just escape her on going nightmare of reality.
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HorrorA young girl named Annabeth finally has have enough of being a slave along with her sisters and mother. She takes it upon herself to runaway from her hooded 'lord' and find clues and others will are willing to help get rid of the evil lady and save...
