When I came too, I was on the floor where he had left me. I was still in too much pain to move so I just laid there, the tears falling from my eyes as I did.
Yes, I was a soldier and anyone looking on me would have considered me weak for allowing my weakness to fall through but...I didn't care.
My father trained me brutally as a young girl up until my military tenure. The ruthless tests he thought of, no one could imagine-this being one of them. There was a difference between then and now, however.
Then my role was active-there was a goal in mind; to end the Demoi. I had so much more determination and incentive then. Now, I was slave to the Demoi King and dressed scantily as it were. What was worse, I had no idea what he had in store for me. I just wanted to die; but I couldn't.
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