• [Anysa]

    Four years later.
    “Maitresse” A maid comes into my room, holding a tray of food.
    “Not hungry” I said instantly.
    “But the—“
    “Forget it. Take it away, I don’t want to eat it” my voice was cold, harsh.
    “Y—yes, Maitresse” she nervously bowed as she left the room, closing the crimson metal door.
    I flopped onto my bed which is five times bigger than it needed to be. Mini and Chee (one of the dark knights took them and all my other presents before they left the village) came walking across the white silk sheets
    “Why won’t you eat?” Mini asked, worried.
    “…don’t want to…” I muttered as I buried my face into the pillow.
    “Its good food…” she said quietly (I decided to make Mini a girl instead of a boy because of her voice).
    “Who cares? This place can just burn to hell” I paused for a moment. “Just like what they did to the village…”
    “Maitre—“
    “Don’t call me that! Its…it’s not my name! My name is Anysa, not Maitresse!” I roared.
    “But—“
    “I hate that name…hate it. They think they can just kidnap me and hold me prisoner in this hellish castle”
    “This castles not that—“
    “Yes it is! There are maids, maids everywhere! I don’t know any one of their names and every time one of them sees me, they start to sweat and tremble. Maybe it’s because of my demonic appearances? Or that they’re being held against their will. Yesterday, I overheard a group of maids talking about wanting to escape. I don’t blame them; this castle is the devils sanctuary. The bricks are coal black, there’s almost no light at all, and if you happen to see one, it’s bloody red! And if you happen to come across a corner of a wall, guess who’s waiting on the other side? An armed knight! Other than the bedrooms, there’s no furniture at all, heck, there’s more torture rooms than regular rooms”
    She was silent after that, wouldn’t say a word, just crawled under the bed sheets with Chee. There was a knock on the door and whoever it was; they told me that ‘Master’ wanted to see me.
    This so called Master is the all mighty ruler of this castle. He doesn’t leave his throne made out of human carcasses. He always wears a mask on the right side of his face; it’s shaped as half of a sun, a black sun. His hair is long and dark, tied into a pony tail. Two crystal white horns puncture out of his skull. Every time he talks, I can see his long, sharp, snake like fangs; I swear there’s poison in them.
    I get off my bed and walked to my door. Once I opened it, screams of pain and sorrow burst into my eardrums. I hated getting out of my room, hearing all these unfortunate people who got captured get tortured and put into a cell with rotting corpse. My nose scrunched, I detest the smell of fresh flesh.
    “Hurry” one of the four dark knights ordered.
    I glared at them hatefully as they guarded me every step of the way till I reached the Master’s door which was decorated with freshly dead human skulls and hearts. Charming.

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