From Wolf Slave To Dragon Queen

waiting to be destroyed

he started by taking graceful strides toward me, I tried to keep calm, I didn't want to show them, that they had succeeded in making me look vulnerable. so despite their predatory look toward me, I didn't budge.

one of them, eventually had my hair, in a long grip, yanking me close to him, making me grimace in pain.

I struggled in his grip, but it only proved futile, as he continued with his attempts to claim my Lips, as his disgusting breath fanned my body. the metallic silver roughly brushed my skin, making me let out a scream of agonizing pain.

the monster used that opportunity to plug his tongue into my mouth, I struggled aimlessly, but it only proved futile.

"stop" a voice echoed, I could barely recognize the voice, but there was something about the voice that I couldn't decipher, then took my gaze to see who it was, only to notice a man who was wearing armour, it seemed like he was a warrior or some sought, he green emerald eyes exude great power and authority.

the monsters growled before he backed away, the man walked into the dungeon before he bored his eyes into mine, he stared at me intently, almost like he was trying to scan my soul.

he tilted my head to the right before he nodded.

"you are not that bad, you will be good for today's presentation in the arena, I think the dragon monarch would want to see that ass fight to her last breath," he said with an evident smirk on his face, he brought his fingers to my lips while touching my lower lips.

I scoffed at his attempts, making me despise him even more, I took a deep breath while trying to calm down, " don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands" I said with everyone's evident anger etched in my voice, he smiled at my attempts before he withdraws his hand.

" Archer and Avalon" take her to the arena, the man commanded, I noticed two of the monsters, started walking towards me, I struggled aimlessly to be let out of their grip, but it was too difficult, time went by and I was already exhausted.

after being dragged for what seemed like miles, a gate was being pried open, I took a deep breath before the harsh rays of sunlight showed on my face, I struggled aimlessly when I noticed the cheering people who surrounded the place, a large number of the crowd was in a frenzy when the noticed how I was being taken the shoved into the arena. I groaned when I was being roughly thrown to the ground and the monsters walked back leaving me on the ground to struggle on my own. I felt the need to just cry my balls out, I'm so tired of this life.

after several times to be on my feet, the crowd screamed and shouted at the top of their lungs, since I was born I was never given so much attention, I tried as much to keep calm, only to notice a man who seemed to be in his thirties, he walked from the opposite side of my direction, there was a scar that almost split his face into half, the man was gigantic with enough muscles and biceps and even triceps, I gulped hard while trying to gather my bearings.

every step he took exudes power, the gravity of every step, I bet can shake the ground. the crowd started hailing when they noticed his arrival.

" Aragon... Aragon" the crowd cheered, I wonder what sought of name is That. when the man which I presume is Amagorn noticed my small and feeble body, he laughed a husky laugh, he then beat up his chest, making the crowd even more frenzy.

" what sought of joke is this?" he asked, "I'm being asked to fight a small human being?" another laughter erupted, and he dipped his hand into his scanty hair, before he launched at me, almost like they were wasting his time by competing with me.

I didn't run nor fight back, I let them do what he intended to do, he then launched at me, kicking me to the ground, making me yelp in pain, what's the use of fighting when I have nothing to fight for, my pack is destroyed, my father is killed, my home is destroyed, then what's the use of trying to fight when I have nothing to fight for.

I coughed out blood, he smirked at me before he said, "Stand up and fight like a warrior, fighting is very boring when I'm the only one fighting " his voice was deep and husky, and I groaned in pain because I felt like my insides were splitting with just one kick.

"I won't fight, Just do what you intend to do, " I said adamantly because what's the use of trying to fight when I know I'll lose anyway?

he kicked me again, more like a ball on a football field, I grimaced in pain, I closed my eyes, feeling the pain, because this time his kick was more powerful than before, I could barely get a grip on myself, I tried as much as I could to gather my bearings, I was getting weaker and I was coughing out more blood.

the crowd started cheering him even louder, and I was bleeding profusely, my heart was reducing its beating speed, I could barely keep my eyes open, my body was very weak and I couldn't do anything about it, just he could things over with so he can kill me already, I just wish I was dead, what's the use of fighting when I know there is nothing out there waiting for me to back to him or her.

he was about to launch another kick at me, I closed my eyes, waiting for it, so I could take my last, only to hear an intoxicating, deep baritone voice say.

"stop".