My Queen (Volturi Princess Sequel)

THREE

Suzanna sighed and sat back against a wall, when a pang hit her chest. Finally everything crashing in. She'd been so absorbed in her surroundings.. with a deep breath, a face flashed through her mind.

Demetri.

Her protector, her guard, her happiness... so abruptly torn from him is a sin, who would dare? If only she hadn't run...

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It'd been around twelve hours since the girls had arrived, already being the next morning. Forced to sleep on the floor, the two slept back to back for some comfort in this harsh new reality. Water dripped slowly in the background, being the only sound until clanging rang through the tunnel.

"Get up, bastards. Time to work."

their beautiful phrase shouted at them every morning consistently for 3 weeks- the same routine. Wake up, eat some bread with cheese, and then work for eight hours with little rest. The girls were put to cleaning- Suzanna laughed at the trope. How cliche. They cleaned for the kitchen, landing a lucky job in contrast to.. some of the other girls. This allowed them to sneak some extra food, if there were leftovers. Luckily Suzanna knew how to cook, which gave her an upper hand over Eliza when it came to efficiency. The other girl was quick and obedient in her tasks, easy to please in her bubbly personality. Suzanna had found a good friend, she would do anything to protect her.

Night came quickly tonight, exhausted already as they were. "MOVE!" a deep voice shouted, growling. Eliza nearly retched, shielding her eyes as her and the blonde scurried off. Another girl, barely younger than them had fallen sick, exhausted as they were. Worked to the brim, she'd broke. Her arm was grasped tightly, causing a scream to bubble from her through, mixed in a cry. "You're only good for two things now, baby doll." the guard sneered, throwing her over his shoulder in her reluctance to move.

She couldn't struggle anymore, she was too tired. Nearly dead. The only thing she was good for now was as a food source. Suzanna furrowed her eyebrows in thought as they reached their cell again in hesitance, pondering the males words. Wait.. he didn't mean- did vampires do that still? Aren't they drained of hormones? Suzanna would assume so, given if they were older vampires, but relatively new ones? She shook her head, and sent a prayer to the girl, hopefully it would be over soon for her. She wouldn't make it much longer.

And she didn't.

"SORTING!" Suzanna jolted upright, the morning past due. She looked around frantically, cells being opened one by one and prisoners exchanging looks. Sorting, again? Eliza's face was just as stricken as her own, covered in fear.

What would Demetri say? Suzanna thought, and took a deep breath. She had to survive this sorting if she wanted to see him again. She had too. He was looking for her, right? Suzanna couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't, but dear god, deep down she hoped he was.

Cells were emptied quickly, flashbacks of the first day playing through her mind. They both seemed to wonder if they would ever make it through this..