I'm in hell. They started putting me to work at 12, Heleen had me cleaning up till then. The various fluids; the blood, the sweat, the piss, and the other thing. It taught me my fate.
I constantly tried to summon the flame to get me out of here. When I turned 12, I thought I felt it. I felt the gases in the air that could summon the fire but it never came. So when I stopped fighting for the flame, I started fighting the man who wanted to use me. Eventually, I gave up.
Heleen had someone beat me for that and, for my fighting, more was added to my indenture. That quenched any potential flame I had left, and I felt empty after that, completely hopeless. No one came to save me and eventually I was convinced no one ever would.
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Let my fires protect you || Kaz Brekker X Reader
RandomBoth their lives are filled with treachery betrayal and constant battles for power You were young and on the streets of the barrel when Tante Heleen brought you to the Menagerie with promises of hope. Now you can't escape no matter what you do until...
