Amanda
When we were all ordered to come out next, I didn't even know what to expect any longer, nor did I know how much time had passed. I felt extremely weak. We weren't fed at all. It was like they regarded us as animals.
Even animals get fed.
This time, a lean and tall man with a buzzcut addressed us. Like the rest of the guards I've seen so far, he was shirtless as well, and he was as tall as the others. But he was lean.
As he spoke, I regarded him closely, trying to find anything about him to show that he was different from normal alphas. But I couldn't find anything.
Enigma wolves are said to have a domineering aura that automatically pressed normal wolves to want to submit to them. But I couldn't feel anything right now.
The sun was bright in the sky, and we were currently in a secluded area void of grass or sand. At the far distance, I could see large, luxuriant buildings. Apparently they don't live in the trees like it was rumored. And they didn't seem as mindless as I expected. They could speak just fine.
So why couldn't their king get a willing woman to bed? Why must he have to take a maiden from every damn pack each year?
I was pulled out of my thoughts when the man began to speak in a firm voice.
"You'll all have to fight each other in two days. You're to pick a partner before the end of today. Then you'll have tomorrow to practice your skills. Why, if you might ask. It's because basically, since you are all useless vessels, you'll have to serve as entertainment to our dear pack and king." The man explained and I tensed up, feeling disgusted at his last words. This king sounds like a psycho.
However, to say we only have to fight on moving forward sounds extremely relieving and I let out a deep sigh.
"The fight is simple. You and your opponent are to fight to the deaths. There's no winner till one is dead."
I couldn't believe my ears, realizing that I had rejoiced too soon. Their king's notion of fun is watching sick things like this?
He really is a psychopath.
The man continued to speak, informing us we'll get served food once today and once tomorrow, and then we were left alone.
Guards were positioned everywhere to ensure we don't get funny ideas.
I remained frozen till everyone flopped to the ground, then I did the same.
A few people began to talk amongst themselves but I remained silent, feeling dread at the upcoming fight. If I don't kill my opponent, I'll get killed.
I knew I was supposed to start socializing, to try finding a partner who I'd fight in two days. But the thought of killing someone turned my stomach, so I remained in the same spot till a frail looking girl approached me.
"Would you like to be my opponent for the fight?" The girl asked quietly, wide eyes peeking out through her dirty bangs. I let my eyes rake over her. She looked less than five feet, and she was very skinny. She couldn't even stand without swaying sideways.
I frowned in confusion.
"Aren't you supposed to find a partner that looks as weak as you so you'd stand a chance at winning?" I asked bluntly, because even though I wasn't that tall, I wasn't short either- and I was clearly way stronger than she was.
The girl shrugged.
"I have no intention of winning, that's why I came to you because- because you look strong. There's determination in your eyes unlike the rest of us who have been here for long. I want to die. I'm tired of all this. So if we fight, you'll just kill me instead." She explained and my frown deepened.
"How long have you been here?" I whispered, stomach in knots. She shrugged again.
"I don't know. We can't keep track of time here. But it's been long enough." She responded.
I went over her words, the selfish part of me wants to instantly agree so my win at the fight would be very guaranteed. But I ended up refusing, because it doesn't sit right to me.
However, she broke into tears and practically begged me to please put her out of her misery. Turns out almost all the people she met here have been used by the guards and were never returned, so she wants to meet her demise in a woman's hands, then the hands of those guards. Tears fell down my face at a point before I ended up agreeing.
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We were served food that night, and the next night. My partner- Edna, and myself didn't even need to practice since Edna was basically very weak and uninterested in fighting back. I promised to make the death quick and as painless as possible. The thought made me extremely queasy but I kept reminding myself I was doing as she begged me to, and not because of selfishness.
In those two days, we spent every moment together in the open, secluded area, and we basically got to know each other. We even cried together at certain moments. I told her about my recent plight and she said she knew I was strong from the beginning because if she was in my shoes, she'd have killed herself instead.
Edna was twenty three, two years younger than myself. She was apparently kidnapped and forced to take the place of the selected maiden of a pack she went to vacate in.
On the third day, by evening time, we were served little meals before being moved off to a different area- a bathing area, and were asked to scrub off. I was beyond nervous because a party was taking place tonight, and we were gonna serve as entertainment.
We weren't given privacy. The guards watched us and as we all did our businesses and showered. After that, we went straight into the adjoining room filled with flimsy clothings and jewelry. We were ordered to get dressed and to actually put in efforts, else we'd be punished.
I was scandalized as I went through the available clothes- they couldn't even be called clothes. They were all sheer and tiny. Being made to fight each other to the deaths wasn't enough, we were expected to do that in flimsy clothes.
Sick, sick bastards.
I ended up selecting a sheer, black cloth with a plunging neckline- one of the decent ones I could find. It barely went past my ass, and I was grateful we were provided panties at least, but our nipples were showing through the material.
Ugh.
After we all got dressed, it was already nighttime, and the moon was bright in the sky. As we were led to the location where partying sounds were coming from, I was extremely scared, and so was everyone. Edna shook beside me and I gripped her hand tightly, offering her strength I didn't have.
No one even tried to make a run for the 100 meter walls visible at the far end of the trail we were walking, because it was gonna be pointless anyway.
~~~
I was standing on the stage, opposite Edna who was shaking badly.
Around us, loud, excited hoots of men filled up the atmosphere. I wasn't sure if they were excited about the fight that was about to happen, or because of our barely clad bodies. As my shitty fate might have it, I and Edna were the first to fight tonight.
There had been loud music before we stepped onto this stage, and the people gathered around this large stage looked to be more than one thousand from looks alone.
I exhaled sharply, feeling anger lurch through me when the men began to shout lewd words at us.
"Sluts!"
"Whores!"
"How bout you scissors instead, bitches?"
"Fight with your tits instead of your hands!"
"Eat each other out instead!"
"Come fight with this cock, whores!"
They were all a bunch of sickos. Deranged sickos.
My eyes panned to the area a few feet away from the stage, levitated in the air by a fleet of rug covered stairs. It was a levitated tent, one decorated luxuriously, and a sheer curtain was over the front. It was clear that the king was in there, watching right now.
He was probably laughing his head off right now knowing one woman would die in this first fight. Then after that, tonight he'd fuck one of the maidens sent to him and kill them right after.
Does he seriously get off to that?
Sick fuck.
I only want one chance with him so I could claw his eyes out.
When I turned back to Edna, her hands were poorly posed, unlike how I showed her yesterday. I took in a deep breath again and decided to get it over with before Edna ends up fainting from Anxiety,
As rehearsed, as soon as I stepped forward, Edna tackled me to the ground, her body featherlight against mine but I went along with it then we began to roll around the stages while making a show of punching at each other.
The crowd went completely crazy and I realized our stupid dresses had ridden over our asses at a point.
This was the reason our clothes were this flimsy. And I guess this is the actual entertainment to the crowd.
I tuned out the noises of the crowd and pinned Edna to the ground, seated over her stomach. I was supposed to strangle her till she stopped breathing at this point. But I couldn't bring myself to do that the more I stared into her wide eyes.
Since I didn't do anything and minutes passed, the crowd began to jer and boo at us, but I didn't care. I got off Edna and asked if she was okay, ignoring the look of fright in her eyes as she quietly asked what I was doing.
"What do you think you're doing, slut? Kill the girl and get it over with!" One guard yelled at the bottom of the stage.
Immense rage boiled within me and before I could stop myself, I was on my feet and pointing at the guard.
"How about you shut up!? How the fuck can you expect me to kill someone?? I'm not as heartless as you freaks!"
The crowd gasped loudly and I realized what I just did. I gasped in fright as the guard stalked up the stage and slapped me hard, I fell to the ground hard, my ear ringing.
My eyes dimmed a bit and when it cleared a little, my eyes zeroed in on the sword at his hips when he was facing the crowd and trying to get them to calm down.
I got to my feet and rushed for it, but he turned before I could grab it and hit me again till blood filled up my mouth. When he flung me to the ground this time, I coughed weakly and tried to stop my tears, just as I heard him speak.
"This bitch right here is gonna be killed tonight for this stupid stunt." He announced to the crowd and the crowd went crazy again.
The guard turned towards me and drew his sword, and I began to say a silent prayer for my kids, and for Edna, that she finds death in a painless way so she can be put out of her misery.
The guard lifted his sword in the air, and I stopped breathing, squeezing my eyes close as it descended.
But when it didn't slice through my neck, I peeked a little, face scrunching up in confusion when I realized why the guard stopped.
Three men clad in black, who exudes so much power that my knees felt shaky despite me kneeling, approached. They had masks on, so I couldn't see their faces, but I could tell they were important from how the guard who had been about to kill me bowed at them.
They didn't spare me any glance. One of them motioned the guard closer and when he spoke next, I almost fainted.
"The king has ordered for this slave to be brought to him."