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Zylith.

DEAR LIFE, 

When I said "Can my day get any worse" it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge.

Who would've guessed my life would be toppled upside down in just a single day. And to think that I would end up as a bride to a stinky old pedophile, life couldn't suck anymore.

"May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of that jerk mummy king and may his arms be too short to scratch them off." I screamed at the top of my voice. I couldn't suppress my anger and frustration any longer. After I was so very nicely gift-wrapped and delivered to the ugly mummy king, that jerk just tossed me off to this stinky old chancellor like a present he wasn't fond off. I wasn't even considered a person, rather an object. And now that I ended up in that pedophile's mansion, awaiting his arrival to be deflowered tonight (God! That sounded so kinky) I could no longer hold back my wrath.

My strings of curses had only just begun when the door slammed open and in came the pedophilic chancellor, a strong stench of alcohol in the air.

Oh Hell.

"Oh my pretty darling," the chancellor slurred, "Come to me, I shall have you tonight."

He walked towards me in a wobbly pace, his stinky breath coming in small spurts, and I was running around the room to avoid his touch. "Dearie, (hiccup) why are you running away?" He grumbled, "It is our first night. Let us enjoy it together."

"Don't you dare come near me!" I shrieked as I sprinted around to avoid the drunken chancellor. Oh God! Should I knock him out? He wouldn't remember anything if I did, would he? I thought.

As he staggered and stumbled around the room while chasing me I couldn't think of any other brilliant ideas other than knocking him out cold. So in haste, I browsed the room for a baseball bat, but obviously no luck there. Hence instead, my eyes settled on something similar. Without so much as a second thought, I grab hold of the beautiful antique nightstand lamp and swung it in the air with the intent of a home-run. "Take this, you disgusting pedophile!"

I heard a loud "AHHH!" followed by the thudding sound of a body hitting the ground. But let me tell you the fun fact; my lamp did not hit anything. Like nothing. Totally Nada. So did the drunken fool stumble and fall?

In sheer curiosity I, who had been swinging my nightstand lamp blindly opened my eyes to find the chancellor on the ground, lying in a massive pool of his own blood. And a masked man with a bloodstained sword stood before me.

A moment, it took me more than a moment to register what had just happened. But when the chancellor's warm blood touched my bare feet, my mind finally caught up to the horrific scene displayed before me. And I shook in fear.