CHAPTER TWO

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DEVONNE "Michael Scott has arrived." a butler announced and I almost choked on my water as I stared up ahead to notice a male in his early 20's. His hands were covered in tattoos and I watched him walk down the staircase before standing in front of the crowd, who were now lined up in front of him in a row, including me. Though, I was standing at the very last row, where men were standing next to the ladies as well. Men bowed in respect while the ladies bobbed a curtsy, including me. I could feel my heart pounding loudly against my chest as he stood up straight in front of the whole crowd, his blue eyes penetrating into each and every one of us, as if he wanted us to fear his presence. landed my gaze on the ground and clutched my hands together, knowing very well that it was too late for me to run now. I had to be here until this whole ceremony was over. Or at least until he chose five girls."What's your name?" I heard his deep voice across the silent room before a girl spoke. Hold up, he's choosing already? Conniption gripped me "Ferra Will." she spoke softly and I watched him nod his head. As soon as he did, the beautiful girl rushed towards him before standing beside him, a cheerful grin spreading across her face and I couldn't help but feel bad for this poor clueless girl. I took a step back, breathing in and making sure that I was barely able to see his face through the crowd. although I was literally the only one who was now standing at the very last row, making sure to keep a safe distance. "You" he said and I watched another blond, haired girl scurry towards Ferra Will."You both." his voice sounded impatient and two more young girls rushed towards the first two girls before standing in a line, remaining their posture. Their faces looked relieved and it disturbed me, more than it should. I mean, why?I just don't understand how anyone could enjoy or be happy about this whole thing. Everything about this ceremony was wrong! "One more girl." I heard a man whisper from behind and I could feel my eyes widening the size of saucers when I realized that all the men were now moving to the back, revealing every girl's face clearly, including mine. It's going to be fine, it's just one more girl Devonne You'll make it through and get home safely, don't worry. I heard a bunch of whisperings starting to arise inside the room and I bit my bottom lip nervously as I landed my gaze on the floor. "Quiet!' Michael suddenly snapped, causing me to gasp and everyone else to grow quiet immediately. Oh God, please don't make me a victim of this cruel man."Don't choose me, anyone but me!" I kept praying silently, gripping my dress tightly with already Sweaty palms and trembling fingers. It's a miracle that I wasn't having an anxiety attack by now. I watched his eyes linger around the girls standing in front of him before they landed on me and my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were soo hypnotizing, yet so intimidating, it caused goosebumps to rise all over my body. It took me a few seconds to realize that his eyes were now fixed on me and I froze in my place, a sweat rolling down my forehead as the color from my face drained away completely."Run Devonne." my subconscious warned me and I was about to take a step back when he pointed his index finger at me, his jawlines locked in anger."You. Don't-even-think-about-it." he warned, emphasizing every single word and I gulped softly before my feet froze in the same position. By now everyone was turning around to look at me and I almost melted in my position, tears welling in my eyes as I tried to utter at least an apology. He knew that I was going to run away...he knew."Your name." he demanded, tilting his head to a side and my eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do next. "Tell me your f*****g name!" he suddenly snapped and l jolted up from my position before speaking."D-Devonne R-Reed-" l almost whimpered, blinking away my tears and trying my very best to swallow the lump in my throat."Devonne Reed" hed started, taking a step back and slipping his hands into his pockets in a calmly manner. No, please no."You're the last one chosen." he finished and my heart dropped at his words.
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