My Prized Possession

~Chapter Two~

(Not finally edited)

The man grabbed (Name) by the arm and roughly dragged her out of the closet, out of fear (Name) tried to remove the man's hand from her arm but resulting in him gripping onto her arm harder which her arm started to form a bruise.

"Let me go!!"

(Name) sobbed out while she planted her feet onto the ground, trying to stop him from walking any further. The man stopped and pulled her onto the ground making (Name) kneel in front of him, (Name) kept trying to loosen his grip through twisting her arm but nothing seemed to work.

"You see men, this is apparently Nottingham's most prized possession, a rare gem. Surely the Prince would love to have her as a gift"

He said towards the men that was apparently in the same room as (Name). (Name) looked at floor to her left to see Freida's lifeless body, covering her mouth with her left hand while noticing blood that was dripping from Freida's neck covering the white tiled floor. A few seconds the man pulled her out and dragged her out of the room, to the stairs, as they were both walking down the spiral stairs of the castle. (Name)'s (e/c) eyes widened as she saw her parents dead, tears fell rapidly. "Mother!! Father!!" Shaking from his grasp she tried to run to her parents but  she was forced out of her very own castle. As they went out of the castle, she saw her people, young, old, ones who had families and children all dead, not a normal kill but a brutal that as if it wasn't human. In front of her was a metal cage with a horse that is used to drag the cage.

The metal door opened, the man shoved her into the cage then proceeded to lock it. (Name) crawled to the metal bars and started shaking it while crying.

"Let me go please!!!"

The young man started telling the driver of the carriage to go. Then the carriage started moving, tears wouldn't stop falling out of her (e/c) eyes. She couldn't believe it, her maid, her parents, and her people were killed because of her. Throughout the ride, (Name) fell asleep due to crying which made her feel really tired from exerting those painful tears. She twist and turned in her sleep from the nightmares that has been replaying in her mind, she prayed that everything that she had witness was just a dream.

But it wasn't a dream, just a pure form of a painful reality.

Author note:

Been having a hard time in breathing for this past days, told a family member (whom I will not be mentioning) that I need an inhaler or have a check up since I don't have a license and no money. She just laughed right in front of me, mocking me, even though I couldn't breathe well. So I don't know anymore.