Chapter 3
1908 Words
3 years later
Lily's (Maliha) point of view
Here I am on my hands and knees. A small red toothbrush in one hand and a dingy wash rag in the other. Thinking about how we got into this mess. One minute we are on our way to the Silver crescent pack in the Smokey mountains of Tennessee, the next minute we get jumped and captured by about seven nasty rogues. Almost two months after we left mommy, daddy, and my kingdom behind. Auntie Jane and I were going from place to place, always on the run so no one could catch up with us. We were looking for a good pack to settle in with. We had found the Silver crescent pack, which seems like a very strong but friendly pack. On our way there, we had stopped at a 24 hour gas station to fill up on gas and get some snacks. We were in Kentucky, about 30 miles from the Tennessee border. About 1:00 in the morning we were pulling out of the gas station, when out of no where my door was ripped open and I was pulled out. Auntie stopped her truck and hurried after me. When she finally caught up to us, a vampire about 6' and the build of a tank had a hold of me. One arm was around my waist and the other was at my throat.His claws were digging into my juggler, but he didn't pull he just stood there. There were about 10 of them and from the looks there were about three vamps, one I am guessing is a demon and the rest wolves.
My auntie knew she could take them all down, but with her abilities she also knew there were more of them scattered in the woods. She couldn't take the risk of someone knowing who she was and getting away. What these men don't know is Auntie Jane is one of the most powerful witches around, She was also the which on the royal council. Pleading into my eyes, she managed to get into my head and talk to me. "Lily I need you to do as they say, don't look at me like we are talking i don't want them suspecting a thing". She put her hands in the air as if surrendering to them all the while still talking to me. "Please do as they ask, and I promise you one day we will get out of this. I will find a way out, but please don't get yourself killed." By this time one of the wolves took her hands and tied them behind her back.
They then took us here where I am now on my hands and knees, cleaning up blood. They traded us in to this rogue pack, just don't let them hear you call them that. They are rogues and do not like to be called a pack, I just don't have anything else to call them. They gave them us for a spot in their rogue pack. We have been lucky, I guess you call it lucky that they didn't kill us. They said we will be their slaves and as long as we obey we will not be killed. So here I am living a demented version of Cinderella. Yes I know what Cinderella is, they let me watch movies once a week but I'm only allowed to pick from the one shelf that has nothing but slave movies. So I have watched Cinderella, Shindlers list, The color purple, Roots and even movies on s*x slavery. The last one they made me watch a couple of times to prepare me for when I get older, ugh it is so sick and demented that I have tiny little goosies running down my arm.
So my "slave" duties consist of taking care of the prisoners, feeding them, cleaning out their waste buckets, cleaning up the blood and guts from the tortured prisoners, and making sure Mick is happy. That is the hardest of them all, I have to watch them torture the poor prisoners, I even have to hand the person doing the torture their next weapon. It gets gruesome at times. There was one very sick twisted freak that did the torture one time, lets just put it this way I vomited. I got a black eye and a few broken ribs that day, Mick does not like it when I don't obey him and he has told me to hold my bile. Back to the mess I cleaned up that day, there were fingers, toes, ears, and even the poor guys eyeballs on the floor. Yea I think I would take Cinderella's spot in a heartbeat.
So here I am cleaning up the blood from a poor guy that they tortured and killed just for the fun of it. They didn't have any questions for him, they just did it for a laugh. Mick, which is the (if they had a leader it would be him) guy. He told me once I asked him why they torture them if they didn't need any information form them. He pulled me up by my ponytail, put my face straight in his, I could smell his rotten breath and seeping through his yellow teeth. He growled out "because I can, and for practice, Don't ask stupid questions you little shit." Then he threw me across the room, I hit the bar of the door way and broke a couple of ribs. He proceeded to walk by me and growled again, "do your job, and clean up this mess."
Scrubbing the mess up on this cold concrete floor, reminisce about my wonderful memories I have had in the past 2 years note the sarcasm. Oh how wonderful my life has turned out. They may break my bones but they will never break my spirit, I will never give up on my mom and dad. As I am about done, I hear a ruckus. There are three men carrying in two people. One is the size of me but a little bigger. From my angle I see they have sandy blond hair, really short so I'm taking it as a boy. He is wearing tore up dirty blue jeans, a dirty blue polo t-shirt and what use to be white sneakers. The other person they brought in had long sandy blond hair, the same color as the boys, really thin so I am taking it as a woman. She is wearing, or was wearing a yellow sundress with pink, purple, flowers with black designs, and white sandels. Her dress is so tore up you can see her undergarments/ she was beaten and bruised, you can tell she put up a good fight. They get to the cage next to me, open it up and throw them two in that cell with a thud. I pretended to still be working so they would leave me with them, I need to see if they are ok, there is something about their aurora it's different then anyone else they have brought here before. Finally after a couple of minutes they leave. I wait until I hear the dungeon door open and close again. I get up, walk over to the side of the cell I am in. I look into the cell next to me and see the woman is beaten pretty badly and the little boy next to her is unconscious. He seems to have a cut on the left side of his forehead, he also looks like he might be around my age.
I can't get into their cell because they locked it of course, I clean the cells but they are already open when I come in here. I reach over, I am able to reach the woman's arm so I tap it and see if that wakes her up. Her fingers twitch a little but she does not wake up. I grab her hand and shake it a little hard to try and wake her. This time it works, she yanks her hand out of mine as she scurries to the corner of the cell and shakes in fear. I put my hands up and say in the lightest voice I can muster, "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you." She lifts her head up and sees me and realizes that I am just a little girl. She stops shaking a little and slowly comes toward me. She is at the bars right in front of me, she is looking all over my face and body. A look of pity an concern cross her features. I smile at her and reach for her hand, "Are you alright?" I say in a low voice. "Why are you whispering?" She asked me with a confused look. "I don't want any of them to hear us talking, the sooner you wake up and make noise, the sooner they come down here and torture and kill you." I said that with a sad look, I feel like these people are good people and I don't want to see them hurt. "Oh I see," she told me with a whisper and a tiny smile on her face. "How do you know all of this stuff, do they just keep children prisoners, why haven't they killed you?" She reached her hand through the cell bars and touched my left eye and said "I see they have no problem beating children" with a tear sliding down her cheek.
I grab her hand and tell her "I have been here for 2 years with my aunt. They kept us around to be their slaves. They marked us as their slaves, and beat us so we do our jobs. I am down here now because my job is scrubbing the cell floors of the blood after they torture and kill people for the fun of it. So please if you hear the door open act like you are still out, I do not want to clean up you and that boys blood today" I pointed to the little boy. At me mentioning that the woman looked in the direction of the boy and as quietly as possible she hurries toward him and picks up his head and smooths back his sandy blond hair. She says in a whisper while gently shaking him "Please baby wake up, I need you to be ok." After gently shaking him he finally wakes up and the woman puts her finger to her mouth in a shhh sigh. He sees her pleading eyes and shakes his head. She helps him sit up and he rubs his neck, and then his fingers touch his forehead with a hiss. The woman pats him on the shoulder and gives him the motion to follow her, they both slowly walk on their knees toward me. The boy gets over there and when he looks up our eyes met, looking into his amazing emerald green eyes, I had this strong feeling like I need to protect and help him. from the way his eyes got wide looking into mine, I feel like he was thinking something similar. The woman spoke up "My name is Shyan, and this is my son Ryker Black, What is your name sweetie?" Something about that name sounded familiar. "Lily Wood, its as much of a pleasure as possible with the situation." I said
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