The world didn’t just stop in that moment, it completely froze over like the ice age.
I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, I wanted to curl back into a ball in my bed and wait for the morning to come because what was happening right now was just mental.
I was a slave, a no body until this very man with eyes as blue as the sky and as sharp as a knife, saved me from that life and now this? What’s this? What even was this? What was he asking me to do?
There were very few times that I called for my mother. First, when she died. Second, when I was captured and was done horrible things to. Third, when I was finishing training and lastly… now.
Now.
My mind kind of just stalled and shut down, leaving me in a ditch of panic and emptiness.
Did he not want her? How is that even possible? The
