𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔶 ⋆ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤

- ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ -

My eyes sting, my body aching, numb. A bright light shows through my eye sockets, causing me to see red before I open my eyes. The sun. Of course. I thought it would be my last day dealing with the French. I don't even know why they chose me out of everyone to be their victim. I can't understand what they say because I don't know French, even with Henry teaching me a little bit. Maybe its because Henry is always out drinking or with another woman when I need to learn. I wonder if he knows I'm gone, probably not. I take that back, he has to know because I was watching the prince of France, Douphin, write a letter to him with a little ball. I wish I had that ball, I could do something besides being used as a human toy. 

"Up." A strong French accent breaks my thoughts before a harsh kick to my side. I hiss in pain before standing, my body trembling from pain and no balance. Im thin, pale, absolutely useless. The only purpose I have is to be a translator and to lure in Henry. According to Douphin. I get pulled by my hair and dragged into a dark hallway, the sun that I hate would be good in this moment. I normally freak out, begging to be freed but I gave up a week ago. That only caused me to be brutally hit and cut. See things that are not sane. The dark hallway doesn't last long because I'm thrown into a room, landing rough on my side. No, not this room. This room was a torment room for me, how I know? because this is the room I get tortured in so they can get answers. Answers for what? I don't know. I never can understand them. A loud bang from behind me signals I'm locked in, especially when I hear the lock click. I can hardly keep my eyes open, falling asleep on the ground seems fun at this time. I almost do until I get picked up by my hair, rough. I whimper, clawing at the muscular hand. They let me go and I stumble forward, almost hitting the wall but I put my hands out in front of me in time, stopping myself. 

"Now, I hate to do this, my lady." A French accent, familiar, Douphin. I cringe in disgust as "my lady" comes out of his mouth. I slowly turn to look at him as he walks towards me, slowly. I keep my face calm, but I'm sure he can see straight through me. Its something I've never been good at, and I hate myself for it. Ive looked up to Henry because he is one of the most emotionless people I know, even when the worst news happens. 

"Dont call me that." I shudder as his hand slowly closes around my throat, softer than tightly. 

"I call you what I want. Now, where is he. What are his plans." He orders, hovering over me as I start to lose my breath. A deadly smile shows on his ugly face. I close my eyes, holding my breath as long as I can, even as I feel my body dying. I gasp, pain taking over now.

"I-I don't fucking know!" I scream weakly. He drops me down to the ground, letting go of my throat. I grip the ground, tears forming in my eyes, begging for release. I blink hard, which causes them to fall down my face and onto the stone ground. 

"Crying already. You're so weak and pathetic." He grumbles at me, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Im too weak to put up with him anyway, and my body isn't in shape to fight back. The knowledge reminds me that my resisting or fighting back will end up with me getting hurt worse than before. I try to crawl away but he stops me by putting his foot on my back, pushing down hard. 

"Please.." I whisper, my voice like a ghost. An amused sound comes from his mouth before he leans down to me, I feel his breath against my neck. 

"Why should I stop hm? when will you give us answers!" He screams at me, my ears ring from the sudden pitch of his voice, and a sharp pain in my side. I let out a blood-curdling scream, my side throbbing as I felt it twist inside of me, a knife. My side thunders, pain rocketing through my body. I feel it slowly slide out of me, my breaths are sharp, begging for air. I can't even scream, the pain to overwhelming.

"Next time I ask you a question, answer." He hisses at me, stepping off of me and I hear him walking off, speaking to someone before the door slams behind him. My vision blurs, sounds that are around me sound like they are underwater, before its black.

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