Torn, The Unsought Mate

[BELLS JINGLE LOUDER]——"The night has finally come!" There, I quietly hissed to myself albeit glaring at my reflection in a golden framed huge mirror. Nothingness but tears started to make a hideous waterfall on the floor of my cheeks. I clutched my chest instantly when I felt my heart start to beat against the unsteady walls of my chest. There is possibly nothing I can do than just allow tears to flood across my face. Dread had already touched every part of my throbbing organ with its sticky fingertips. "My tears…! How long do I have to cry!? Tis going to happen, I cannot escape it." I stuttered under my quivering breath, while both of my hands began to tremble. I wished I had not smelled despair as it floated helplessly almost victoriously in the air. My eyes which were filled with salty waters quickly began exploring my naked figure that shivered greatly as if I was struck by a bullet. With each intimidating kiss from the bone-chilling wind that has been mischievously sneaking

"Bells! I heard bells jingling in the deepest part of my ears. Ophelia? Everyone dares to call me by my name now — parents, is that you?" I quietly hissed as I dwelled in an alien, unknown world. There was nothing there but dust and the crescent moon that cast its rays on my figure as I walked in an unknown direction. I could hear nothing but the wind whispering foreign words into my ears. Where exactly am I? Is this Paradise at last? Possibly, but I have been told that Paradise was brighter and more colourful — this place can't be Paradise, I refused to believe. "OPHELIA!" Someone called out my name once again, making my heart skip a beat. Curiosity had suddenly embraced my head and heart, no one had thought of calling me by my real name, only that Alpha Xenos had given me — Slave Woman. I promptly started to feel my lips quiver as I tried to speak — how unusual. It was so sudden that I was not able to move my lips because they were so incredibly heavy, not to mention my tongue th

Slow calculated footsteps magnificently palpitated in my direction. My breath had already quickened and there on the spot as I stood still, I tried to use every muscle in my quivering figure to Stiffler a whimper. "W-what…!?" I quietly aired a query through my shaking breath whilst I involuntarily counted every step he made in my direction. So bold and careless, the man smirked at my confusion, never stopping shuffling towards me. There was no reflection of welcoming emotions on his features — nothing! His eyes, instead of gleaming, were overwhelmed by menacing darkness. "Chief, everyone is dead!" An unknown soldier stormed into the fallen building, quickly followed by two more, their bloody hands firmly clasping what I believed to be guns. "There's only one of them left to die…!" The man hissed through his teeth, his eyes deadly staring into mine. With each word he spat, a shadow constantly flashed across his eyes as they loomed over my figure. I knew it, he was talking about me a

[Author’s Voice] AND THE DREAMLESS WORLD TOUR CONTINUES. THIS IS A PAST TO REMEMBER…High up, the night sky was magnificently covered by a colourful, pulsating heavy blanket of stars that seemed to stretch on beyond and far. The tiny family of fluffy white clouds lazily danced in the sky, delicately driven by the gentle breeze. With unspoken mad confidence, the half-moon glowed with a crescent smile and carefully watched as the stars swirled beside it. Still wearing its smile, the moon threw its silvery beams down on Earth, mischievously bathing its dwellers and surroundings. Sneaky and unruly as they were, some of the beams tossed themselves into a tiny chamber where the light had been foreign until the silvery glow of the moon invaded. Right in there, the presence of a young, petite, and slim woman was swiftly disclosed. The moon illuminated her whole being — not only was she dressed in torn rags but her whole figure was under the capture of panic and anxiety. Her naked dirty fe