"Hell, hath no fury than a woman scorned..."
Listen to the song Sucker for pain
I was moved to a small room by myself to await the ranking. I sat there for what felt like forever tapping my now manicured fingers on the polished wood table. The only thing on my mind was anger. I couldn't bring myself to push through the rage to think about what I was about to endure.
The door opened and I raised to my feet seeing who was about to open the door. The woman from earlier, Casey walked in eyes cold again. "It your turn"
We walked out of the room to a small dark hallway and stopped in front of a door. She shoved a long black cloak over me that hid most of my body and dropped down covering all of my face so I couldn't see anything, as she did, I heard her whisper into my ear "Sorry".
She pushed me forward into the room. Once she stopped me, she ripped the bag off my head and walked out of the room. Once my eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room, I saw I was in a round glass tube. The room could fit about ten people, but I was the only one positioned to the center of the room. Then the light beam went down on me, my eyes strained to see again. Once I could see again, I noticed that around the glass tube men surrounded it. About ten of them were seated close to the tube and then a bunch of men stood behind them squeezing to find room.
Then the speaker turned on "This is the first step of the ranking; you are to stand still in the center until further notice. You will be graded on a scale of one through ten. Once all women have been rated you will see the ranking. There are fifty women and only twenty-five will make it past this round." the speaker turned off.
A red light flashed on the tube, I focused in on the light and noticed it was a number. The number would flash in front of the man who rated me. I turned with the number needing to know, needing to know if I would survive this. 7,9,10,6,7,9,10,6 the numbers continued until the last one and I had completed my circle, 10.
The lights went out, a bag was once again placed on my head and I was guided out.
I went to another small room this time it had a bed. Casey closed the door and I once again saw her kind eyes. "You did good today La'ree. The ranking should be completed in a couple hours and I will let you know if you made it to the next phase. Get some rest." she then walked out of the room closing the door behind her.
I walked over to the bed and saw clothes on it. I stripped the gown off, changed into the t-shirt and shorts and laid down. My body ached as I laid down not used the sensation of a bed anymore. I stared at the ceiling going over everything that just happened. They just ranked me on my looks. The rage bubbled up again. That's what he cares about looks. How is this helping him at all. With that thought I wondered which one it was. Love or evil. Rowan or Maddox. It must be Maddox. The evil I have endured has been ever present.
With these thoughts in mind I fell asleep, thinking of the evil that I was yet to face.
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I woke to the sound of the door opening. A woman walked in; it wasn't Casey. She walked to the table a few feet in front of my bed, set something down, and left the room without a word.
I got up from the bed, curious as to what she left in my room. As I walked over my body ached with all the tensions I had suffered in the past months. I lowered myself into the nearest chair and saw the rolled-up paper on the table.
A red ribbon was wrapped around it, I scuffed in my head how superficial of them. They don't care about my well-being, but they would be damned before they didn't make a piece of paper look stylish. I opened the scroll and began to read.
RANKING FIRST ROUND
In the following you will read the ranking of the top twenty-five woman who will move on to the second round of the ranking. If you do not see you your name on the list your time has come to an end.
1. Caroline Stewarts
2. Athena Martin
3. Maria Torres
4. La'ree Montgomery
I stopped reading I had made it; I was number four. I didn't know how to feel about it. Did they want me to be excited because I was pretty? Was I happy that I got to live another day? Or did I just want it all to end now, to be able to join my family wherever they are.
That's when the screams in the halls started, I jumped up and ran to the door. I ripped it open and saw men dragging girls out of their rooms "No, please! I am the one! I am the king's true mate just give me another chance!"
I started to shout, "Stop let them go what are you doing?".
A man came up to me "Shut up girl!"
He pushed me back into the room and closed the door, when I tried to open the door again it was locked this time. I crumpled to the floor and cried. Those poor girls, they don't deserve any of this. That's when I stopped crying and wiped my tears and anger approached the surface. This was all their fault. In that moment I was determined to win. I was going to win, and I was going to end all the suffering they had caused. The suffering of my family, my tribe, all the tribes, and both of the torn kingdoms, I was going to end the whole damn thing.
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War Of Hearts
WerewolfI sit there, resting my chin on my hand, just staring but not seeing anything at all. That's how my life pretty much always was now, looking but not seeing anything It wasn't always this way, I used to be happy. I was full of life, feisty, thirsty t...
