Happy endings don't exist

Placed #76 Fantasy August 16,2018

Happy endings don't exist.
I've known this my whole life.

My name is Pippin, just pippin. I've never known anything else, not my last name, why I was taken, where I came from; I was separated from the world for 14 years.

I know where I am, though I try desperately not to think about it. Because in this place only monsters exist and the innocent are far far away.

I've learned that the person who holds me in this prison is the king. The king of demons.

But today.....today I was allowed to come out of the dark, moist, molding room I grew to call mine.
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"Come." His deep, husky voice rumbles in my chest as his dark eyes staring deep into me.

My body shaking and I couldn't help but take a step back. He glares at me then, a flicker of hurt in his eyes before they are cold again.

"I said come." This time his voice had no gently or husky edge. It was cold and stone like, the weight of them making me take timid steps towards him.

To say I was scared was is an understatement; it felt as though death was upon me and his big hands reached at to me welcoming me in.

But why? Why am I here? Why was I locked away for 14 years and taken from where ever I came from?