His queen

One

The alley turned darker and darker with each passing second, but that didn't stop me from running. I sprinted like there was no tomorrow. I galloped like monsters were chasing after me, which is somewhat true. I ran for my dear life.

I have been running for hours. I have no inkling as to where I was heading, or what my destination will be. I just kept running, hoping they would lose me. It was such a vain prayer. God couldn't provide me with protection. I have been deprived of his protection for years.

I have survived hell all by myself, and I will continue to do so. That gave me the motivation to keep going on. Though my tiny feet did not give me many advantages in running.

As I ran, thoughts consumed me. Thought like - why would they hate me so much? I'm just a child, a harmless one. Why do they want to harm me?

The eleven-year-old me doesn't understand that people are as animalistic as animals. That they don't need a reason to hurt others. They do it for their sick pleasure.

When I stopped hearing footsteps behind me, I turned to look back but I didn't see anyone behind me. Just as I faced forward, I crashed into a wall. It has two legs.

Wait...what? Walls don't have legs, I thought to myself. I looked up and came face to face with the most beautiful boy I'd ever met. He looked older than me, maybe about 15 or 16. I could be wrong with my estimation but that was the last of my concerns.

The boy before me looks like an angel but gives off the vibes of a dangerous man. It was enough to make me run away from him.

I stumbled back in fear. I had no idea if he was with them or not and I didn't want to take a chance. I turned around to leave when I heard them catch up to me but my path was blocked from both sides.

At that moment, I understood what lay ahead of me - death. They'll kill me! They said so themselves. I can't get caught now.

They gave me a wolfish smile, the one that made me feel nauseated.

"Now now, Lissa. Did you think you could get away from me?" he said in his creepy voice, sending chills down my back, the unpleasant kind of chill.

He motioned his minions to grab me.

"Go tie her and take her to my car. Don't touch her inappropriately. You will get to have your fill after I'm done f*****g every single hole in her body," he said, giving me a nasty smile.

I wasn't clueless. I know what he wants to do to me. I have seen the girls in the orphanage going through the same situation as me.

"No!" I screamed when they started to walk towards me. But before they can touch me they drop to the ground, dead with a bullet piercing on their foreheads.

An arm snaked around my waist, pulling my back against a hard chest and holding me in a protective stance. My body relaxed against his body on autopilot. My instincts submitted to him.

As I watched my tormentors drop to the ground, I sighed in relief. It was horrible to think so but that was the only way I could survive.

I sniffled, feeling dizzy and tired. My body was weary and my eyes were closing shut on their own accord. I knew I shouldn't be trusting strangers but the boy made me feel safe so I let the darkness consume me.

~•~

I became conscious of my surroundings the next morning and found myself in an unfamiliar bed.

I looked around to find any clue where I was. Did the dangerous-looking boy bring me here? I thought to myself.

The bedroom door opened and a woman dressed in a maid uniform entered the room. I don't feel safe around anyone anymore. I don't think I will ever be able to trust.

I scooted to the corner of the room and held my head above my hand in a protective stance.

I heard footsteps coming toward me and it triggered my bad memories.

(Flashback)

I was reclining in the corner of my room, praying no one would come to my room.

My prayers were unheard like any other time. I heard those familiar footsteps coming towards my door.

My room door burst open a moment later and he came inside. He was followed by her. They both stopped two feet away from me.

He crouched on his knees in front of me.

I started shaking in fear. He scares me more than any monster or ghost.

"Shhh…," he took my locks in his hands and pulled with such force my head whipped to the side.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered in both fear and pain. I don't want to get hurt for the second time this day.

"Oh, kitten. I'm not going to hurt you," he patted my hair, trying to calm me down. It had the opposite reaction on me. I know better than to trust his words.

"I'll teach you something and you'll learn like a good slut. Do you understand?" there was the word again. Slut.

I don't know its exact meaning but I do know that it couldn't mean anything good. He has never uttered any good words toward me.

When I didn't respond to his words, he punched me, busting the corner of my lips.

"When I tell you something I expect you to reply," he punched the same place twice, "Now tell me, do you understand?"

I nodded and whispered, "yes sir."

He forced me to look at them doing weird things.

I looked down, unable to look anymore. I know what they're doing. They are making babies.

I don't want to go through this again, I thought to myself. Tears gathered in my eyes. Until when do I have to live this life? It would be better if I die.

"I expect you to remember what happened. Your turn will come after she is adopted", he grinned at me and after kissing my cheeks with his disgusting lips, he went out, leaving me alone with her.

She came towards me and kicked me hard, saying he is mine over and over again. I lay there receiving my punishment, silently praying to God.

(Flashback over)

The maid's presence reminded me of the worst memories of my life. I screamed at her not to hurt me. I don't want to get hurt anymore.

Someone brought me into a warm embrace, making me instantly feel safe. I knew this scent.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the boy from before holding me in his arms.

I didn't notice I was crying until he wiped my tears and assured me nothing is going to happen to me and that he'll always keep me safe.

~•~