"Hey! I need to pee!"
Roxanne bashed the door, each bang was louder than the last. "Is there anyone out there? I'm going to pee on the floor! Open the door damnit!" She pressed her ear against the door, hoping to detect the sound of footsteps and a grin stretched on her lips when she did.
She footed away from the door as it finally unlocked, disclosing a bearded man with a fatigued expression.
"What?!" His tone came out brisk but he could go fuck himself for all she cared.
Roxie clutched her legs together and bent with her hand over her stomach. "I need to pee."
He did a speedy scan over her with his dull eyes. "Do you take me for a nitwit? This isn't a fucking movie princess. Stay there before I tie you to the bed." He hissed, striving to shut the door but she grabbed it.
"Please, I swear I'm not fibbing. I really need to use the toilet. Please, please!" She bit painfully on her bottom lip and clenched her legs even tighter. Again, his eyes went aimlessly over her before he blew out a sigh.
He put his hand into his back pocket and plowed in front of her a blindfold. "You are going to put that on or pee on the damn floor."
She flashed him a desperate smile and snatched the blindfold before the asshole changed his mind. Roxie tied the piece of cloth over her eyes and was promptly engulfed by darkness, then he caught her wrist and tugged her along.
She couldn't see anything but she didn't mind, she shadowed him blindly till he was shoving her into a room and the door slammed shut. Immediately, she took off the blindfold and nearly winced at the luminance.
She looked around the bathroom; there was a toilet and a shower, and then, her gaze plunged to the tiny window above the toilet.
"Hey, are you done there?!" A knock came on the door.
"Hold on a sec! You need to let a lady take her time!" She yelled while mounting on the toilet seat, reaching the window, Roxie found myself peeking straight out in a green grove. Wasn't her luck just great or it was just rotten?
Roxie descended and opened the door, peeking her head out, the asshole looked at her with a bored expression. "Can I have a shower too? I feel humid and dirty, I promise I won't make much time. Five minutes is enough, please?"
"Just do whatever you want and get the fuck out!" He waved his hand dismissively and she went back in, shutting the door and putting the lock on it.
Roxie moved fast, turning on the shower before heading back to the window, luckily it was just glass as she slid it open.
She looked at the tiny space and down at her figure—She was bigger but she didn't care as she climbed on, sticking her head and the rest of her upper body out, then her hips got stuck—Roxie didn't think they were that large!
She propelled and wriggled till her whole body was out of the window and she anchored with her face on the dirty ground. Roxie held back an utterance and thrust herself off the ground. First, she looked at both sides and then she ran, as fast as her legs could carry her without looking back. She headed for the green, misty forest without a sense of destination—she just wanted to get as far away as she could from that house.
However, she didn't get as far as she wanted because five minutes later, she heard the sound of running steps, voices behind her, and then wolves.
Fuck! She cried out and fastened her pace.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" She screeched to no one but tall trees that just watched as she ran past them. However, the further she went, her vision began to whirl. "Fuck no, please! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!"
And then, she heard it; the sound of her name.
"ROXANNE!"
She paused, listening for the direction of the voice till she realized it was coming ahead of her! "SOM-" She opened my mouth to yell but instantly shut it, realizing she didn't know who was yelling her name in a forest but the longer she stood there, she could hear the growls and howls of wolves behind her, getting closer.
At that moment, Roxie realized she was standing at the center of danger but there was no way she was going back, so she took the path ahead, racing towards the sound of her name.
Dear gods! This was not where her story came to an end right? She sprinted faster till she abruptly came to a halt in a clear opening and front of her were her first kidnapers. Just fucking great!
Should she be relieved? Roxie didn't know what to feel or think as the danger behind her got closer and without a second, she ran straight for the danger ahead—into the arms of her handsome kidnappers.
"Damn, are you okay?!"
She was boomeranged with questions but all she suddenly cared about were the arms she fell into. The handsome one, then the sound of growls and grunts yanked her out of her thoughts and when she turned, there were five wolves with black pupils.
Roxie was unable to encompass the loud and startled gasp that tugged out of her but the arms around her tauten and her head was placed on the crook of his neck, giving her a full dose of his scent that seemed to do things to her body in ways she couldn't explain.
"Shhhh. I got you. You're safe now."
Her mind knew about the precarious wolves about to rend them from lep to rip but her body fell under the spell of his deep, honey-like voice and words that she surrendered without putting up a fight, because in his arms as outlandish as it sounded, she felt protected so she gave in and then, her mind and body gave out.
She sat on her throne with an impious grin on her lips as the guards dragged a servant girl by the arms roughly into the throne room and threw her at her feet. “Please!” the servant pleaded with tears streaming down her face.She got up from her throne and approached the servant with a malignant glint in her eyes. She stopped in front of her and squatted to her level. A queen didn't go down for anybody but this one, she was ready to make an exception. “You tried to poison me, servant?” She laughed; her voice echoed throughout the hall; her aura was felt by everyone. She held her hand out and a goblet of wine was placed on her palm. She held it to the servant's face. “I saved this just for you. Want to have a taste?” The servant shook her head in fear but a Queen didn't take no for an answer as she grabbed the servant's mouth forcibly and with a laugh, she dumped the liquid of poisoned wine in her mouth and made sure no drop touched the floor.Feeling satisfied, she threw the goble
Roxanne was starting to believe all this was a fucking nightmare because there was no way her once-perfect life flipped just upside in the snap of a finger.They said she was one of them and that was the most bullshit Roxie had ever heard in her entire life. She could swear that she was human and had always been human.There was a moment when she spaced out, she didn't know when the unknown man left or when she was forced to take a bath and put into a dress that graced the floors beautifully and her face was beautified with makeup.“What do you think?”Roxie immediately came back to her senses and the reality before her.She was standing in front of a full-length mirror and the image that stared back at her was stunning, Roxie almost didn't recognize herself.The dress was beautiful, a red dress that cinched to her tiny waist adding to its flattering and streamlined silhouette. It had a v-neckline that spilled soft light fabric downwards with a gentle sway. It was flowy, delicate, and
Roxanne wanted to sleep and never wake up but when had things ever gone the way she wanted?She let out a grunt of exasperation as rays of sunshine punctured her eye as Bloom pushed the curtains open, making her presence known without hesitation.“Rise and shine!” She exclaims, and Roxie lets out another piqued sound from the back of her throat before throwing the covers over her head.“Go away!” She mumbled as she felt herself drift back to sleep almost instantly, only to have the covers yanked from her, causing her eyes to pop open and her body to jerk into a sitting position on the bed. “You took away my freedom and now you won't let me fucking sleep!” She cried and gave Bloom a sardonic glare, but the girl laughed and looked exactly like her name. "Today marks the start of the Dance of the Moon Ritual, which calls for all the champions to get to know one another over breakfast every day. You are already a few minutes late.”Dance of what? "I refuse to go. I don't want to meet any
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She sat on her silver and ebony throne, a queen. With an exhilarated expression in her soulless eyes that suggested a fire blazing inside them, she fixed her gaze on her prey. As her aura changed to something ominous and oppressive yet attractive, she lay back on her throne, one leg crossed over the other, and allowed her control and aura to be felt in every corner of the space. It was just as delicious, and once you took a sniff, you quickly became hooked and killed without realizing it. She glanced at them, a smirk stretching over her bow-shaped lips that seemed to have been colored with something bolder and darker than blood, and her eyes glittered with a predator's gleam. She watched them more like prey and pawns than her people. “All hail the Luna!” They fell to their knees and bowed until their foreheads touched the glossy black floor tiles at the thunderous and unrestrained order, hailing the powerful Luna. She watched them with thrill, and as she laughed, the esoteric and
Roxanne's mouth hit the floor."Come on, Mom, it's my birthday today, I promise to be back before 10 p.m." Gosh, she wasn't even a child anymore. She was 19 and in college!For some reason, Roxanne could read the tyranny in her Mother's brown eyes and it was escalating with each ticking second, followed by the continual twitch of her fingers that she was attempting to hide. Roxanne didn't need to be a genius to know something was going on. "You can't leave this house tonight. T-they are going to come for you; you can never step out!" Mrs. McKenna's breath hitched with every word. For once, she wished things would go her way. It has been 19 years, why now? Why ever?Roxanne's lips slightly parted in disbelief and quickly, her brown eyes went to her Father, who, compared to his wife, was still acting rational. "They? What's going on, Dad? Who's coming for me?"She didn't want to inquire but she wasn't fooled by their behavior which started a few months ago. They were constantly on the
"Is that so, Gloria? Tell me more." Roxie’s voice was barely distinguishable as she stalked toward Gloria, who had a grin adopting on her lips. If she couldn't satisfy her trophy boyfriend, someone else was going to do it for her. It was as simple as that. Gloria laughed. She stepped forward, her lips parting to carry on but Roxie was faster as she readily reached out and seized her roughly by the hair and smashed her face into the washing sink that was brimming with blocks of ice. Gasps full of dread ruptured from everyone, but they sounded like cheers in Roxie’s ears, followed by an influx of authority in her veins that felt phenomenal as she drove Gloria’s face deeper down the ice, relishing every cry of anguish she left out. "Roxie!" Ryker exclaimed, reaching out for his girlfriend who looked out of her mind. It was mortifying! However, she prodded him off and thrust harder on Gloria's head, wanting to derail that face she used in snatching her boyfriend! Filthy swine! Roxie
Roxanne's eyes sprang wide when she felt constant bouncing on her bed. Roxie grumbled; her foggy vision dropping on her 6-year-old brat of a brother. What the hell! She grunted and rolled onto her side, hiding herself behind the sheets and pillows. "Stop it, Alex!" She simply wanted to sleep—it was like death without commitment, but the world had other intent, as the covers were quickly ripped from her body. Roxie jolted up straight. "Alex!" She warned with a glare, but the little demon laughed, got off the bed, and ran out of her bedroom without closing the door behind him. "ALEX!" She was going murder that little rogue! She exhaled and combed her fingers through her unkempt black hair. Just because her life wasn't so straight anymore, didn't mean her hair had to suffer the same cause. "Roxanne!" Roxie held back a grunt as Savannah appeared at the door frame with a vexed expression. She moved in. "Oh, you're still asleep, it's noon baby sister," There was something icy in her