Queen of Prythian -- Amarantha

Chapter Two

The war arrived. Blood. Body parts. Bombs, bombs, bombs. Fire. That was all I could see in the endless battlefields. I was in the second combat and drafted forcefully at the age of 18. King Hybern and all of the Faeries were at one side wanting for human slavery. Using magic to win, their ruthless ways of warfare and we humans? We had none and all we knew was to toil to make weapons that were just a mere tool that could be broken with one hand by the faeries. I ran amongst the angst of the explosions and the dismantled corpses in my olive combat suit. But, suddenly, I caught him. It was him. The little boy who saw me put down to shame, all grown up in front of me. It was Tamlin. He looked at me and said, "I don't understand how humans could choose the most incapable amongst them to fight!" He looked at me and laughed with the group of strong, tall, tough Faes with him. My heart sank to my knees but I still controlled myself.

"Hey, weren't you the one who blamed my sister for your clumsiness in my father's Court?" He gave a smirk, "well, you deserved it you dirty peasant."

"Yeah, but, don't you think we can use her a bit for our pleasure tonight huh?" One of the Faes with him nudged and winked at Tamlin. They all laughed and I just stood there.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything. I just stood there with my arms folded around my chest like a coward and the weak person that I was.

"Hey, what you say, you, me, them, we can rock it tonight." He winks and a shiver goes through my spine.

"No." I say, hardly a whisper.

"What did you say?" Tamlin says pointing his ears to me.

"No!" I shouted as loud as I could.

"I don't take no for an answer, missy"

And he saw me with a disgusting look for power...

That moment, something lunged on my head, everything was hazy, I felt weak and motionless. I could hear muffled voices of Tamlin and his friends. And I knew what exactly was done to me. They took turns with me. And oh Gods. How it hurt. It hurt so much when they went inside me, I screamed and tried to fight with my legs and hands and my weak body. I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek, a slap from one of them to shut up and they covered my mouth. I was in tears, half conscious. And I couldn't do anything to stop. I felt weak. I felt powerless. The more he lunged in, the more it hurt. They won the war just like they won over me. Over my body.