Always

Prolog

June found herself in the middle of a deep bushwhack and started shivering immediately.

Little drops of sweat let burning traces on her back and made her realize that she wasn't shaking because of the clumsy cold she felt inside her stomach but for fear in its purest state.

She hadn't drunk anything in hours and the air felt hot and muggy, she nearly hoped she was hallucinating. A door, she couldn't see, flew open with an earsplitting bang and moments after a strong masculine hand grabbed her by her arms and lifted her onto her feet. Something dazzled her eyes but she knew better than anyone that no sun light had ever reached that god forsaken yard she was walking onto. The thick green leaves, that kept her imprisoned, never let it through.

She saw Horres lying unconscious and covert in dirt in an angle of the yard and tried to swallow down the upcoming nausea as she smelled the sweet iron taste of blood in the air. She knew that it wouldn't take much longer and that same grotty smell would mix up with her very own blood.

It was only moments away.

Before she could realize it someone beat her to the ground with a simple slap in the face as to displace an annoying mosquito.

She heard a crack as her head thunked on to the dusty ground and hot blood ran over her forehead. She nearly wanted to beck him for hitting her again to finally lose consciousness.

As she spotted the twinkle of a very small knife she thought of a way to escape. She thought of kicking him down and running straight through the never ending green, but she'd been barely able to touch the bleeding wound above her eyes.

The blade twinkled again almost magically.

June could feel it even before it snipped itself in her silky cheek.