Hello. It's me, Zahara. My name means radiance. If you go by what everyone says, then yes. I am pretty, beautiful, radiant. My sisters and I are going through a difficult time right now. We became such great dancers, pushed to be the best, pushed to draw blood. It was amazing, and horrifying, and sickening, all at the same time. We used to have many more sisters, but I guess they weren't fit to be the best.
He kills one of us each night. Sometimes, when he's home with some work, he lets us have a day or two off, but that's a rare occurrence. That makes daddy sleep better when he knows we're not up dancing. The nights we don't dance, I'm not sure what to do. The Man has trained us so much that we aren't able to fall asleep during the night. We can never dream anymore. Every waking moment is spent preparing for the dance.
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The Deadly Dance
Teen FictionEach night we have to dance, dance our hearts out... literally. Each night, one of us is killed. Only the best dancers live. Each night, we dance.
