Chapter<b>8</b>


    L’sPOV


    It’sbeenhourssinceoursecondchancematestormedoutofthedungeon,Ithinkit’salreadyadaysincewegottothind,andIjustsattherethinkingabouthowmylifeisinshambles.Icouldnotevencryathowthingsturnedout,Iwasn’texpectingamate,IjustwantedtoescapethelifeofhumiliationandconstantfearIhadtoliveinMoonlitpack.


    MystomachrumbledremindingmeofthefactthatIhaven’thadanythingto eatforabout2daysnow,notevenadropofwatertodrink.Onthegoodside,Idon’thaveanyurgetorelievemyselfsoit’sawin.


    ughedoutloudmakingtheguardsatthedoorlookbackatme.Yeah,youpeopleshouldlook,mylifeisamelodrama.Ican’teven shedtears,Ican’tfinditinmetocry,Ijustsawdownwithmybackonthewalughingmaniacally.


    JasminewhimperedinpaininmyheadandIcouldnotevenbringmyselftforther.Thisisallmyfault,ifonlyshe’snotstuckwithme.We’vebeenrejectedtwice,twice,theMoongoddessmustbereallyhavingfunwiththis.


    “Arewereallygoingtodielikethis?Arewereallynotworthyoflove?Isthis thekindoflifewe’lwayslead?“,Jasminesaidlowlyinmyhead.Ialmostdidnothearher.


    “Idon’tknowJas,Ithoughtweweregoingtohaveabetterlife.Ithoughtweweregoingtohavefinallyhavefreedomsinceweleft.MoonlitpackbutIguess wehavetofaceanotherrejectionfromanothermate“,ughedhumorlesslyandhungmyhead.


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    “Buthehasn’trejectedus,thathastobeagoodsignright“.Iwantedtocryalloveragainafterhearinghersaythat.


    Jasminedoesn’tdeserveanyofthis,wedonotdeserveanyofthis.Allwewantedwas<b>to</b>getawayfromthelifewehadinMoonlitpack.Yourmateissupposedtoloveandcherishyou,allwe’veevergottenisrejection.


    “I’msorryJasmine,butwithourluck,itwillonlybeamatteroftimebeforeherejectsusandprobablykillusoff.Atleastwewon’tbeinpainanymore“,Isighedandfelttearsrunningdownmycheeks.JustwhenI thoughtIwasoutoftears.


    Iheardfootstepingtowardsmycenddidnotevenbotherlookinguptoseewhoitwas,itdoesn’tsmelllikeourmatethough.Iheardthecelldoorsunlockingandstillremainedunmoving,ifI’mgettingkilled,theywitleaseget methemselvesfrommyposition.Also,I’m stillinchainssoIreallycouldn’tmovearoundsomuchevenifIwantedto.


    ThemanfromearliercamecloserandIstiffened,hopingtothemoongoddessthathewon’tmolestmebeforekillingme.Iranawayfromthat.Idon’twanttobedisrespectedthesamewayhere.


    “Getup“,themancalmlysaidandIstoodupshakilyandweakly.Icouldbarelyseewhat’sinfrontofme.Theadrenalinemusthavewornoff.


    Hecamecloserandunchainedme.Henudgedmetowardsthecelldoorsandplied,Ididnotwantgetextra punishmentfor


    disobeyinghim,helookedlikehighrankingwolfandIdidnotwanttogetonhiswrongside.


    Wemoveddownthedarkpassagewayandmyb*dystartedtremblinguncontrobly.Tearsrandownmy cheekswithoutmypermissionand


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    Ifeltsomiserable.


    WeleftthedungeonsandIhadtoclose myeyesforashortwhiletobeabletoadjusttothesuddenchange.ItdawnedonmethatIhaven’teateninthst2days<b>,</b>myhairprobablylookslikeitvthroughheil,whichitdidinallhonesty,theclothesIwaswearinglookedsomewhatcleanandforthatI’mthankful.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    I’mgoingtodiewearingcleanclothesatleast,ughedhumorlemlyinmyhead.


    Themanisaheadofmenowwithmetrudgingbehind<b>him</b>.WewalkedtowardsrgebuildingthatIcanonlyassumeisthepackhouse.Yaaaay,we’regoingtobekilledinfrontofthousandsofpeople


    “Jas,wetriedourbestescapingdeathbutIguessit’sforthebestyeah?Onagoodnote,wegettoseeMomandDadnow.Wegettobehappyandworryfreeforever“,IsaidtoJasmineinmyheadwithfalsehappiness.


    Icouldnotevenfeelthetearsrunningdownmychecksatthispoint,mycheekswerenumb,Iwassotiredandreadytogiveupanymoment.Jasminewasn’treplyingmeanymore,Iguessshewastiredtoo.I’msorry,Jasmine.


    Weenteredthepackhouseandeveryactivityseemedtohalt.PeoplestaredasIfollowedbehindthemanthatbroughtmethere,Iwantedthefloortoopenupandswallowmeatthat moment.Thisisembarrassing.


    WeheadedtowardsthekitchenandIwasshocked.Whatarewedoinghere?WhyamIherewithhim?Whatisgoingon?Whyiseveryb*dylookingatmewithpity?Pity?Ididnotunderstandwhatwasgoingon.MythoughtsweretryingtodrownmeuntilIsawtheman’sl*pmovingandtriedtoforcemyselfbacktothepresent.


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    andyou’llbeworkingwiththem“,themansaid,huggedanelderlywomanandleft.


    AndI’llbeworkingwiththem?What’sgoingon?Whyam Iworkinginsteadofbeingdead?Iwaslostandconfused.


    Theelderlywomanwalkeduptome,shehadwarmbrowneyesandbrownhairwithstraystrandsofgreyhereandthere.She’sabout5“3,IknowbecauseIwasalittlebittallerthanherandI’mabout5“5.Shehadawarmsmileandamotherlylookaroundher.Somethingaboutherwantedmetojustcurlupinherarmsandcry.


    “Hellochild,I’mJuliana,theheadofallworkersaroundhere.Nathansaidyou’llbeworkingwithusstartingtoday,what’syournamechild“.sheaskedandsmiledatmewarmlyremindingmeofJane.


    “L,ma’am“,Iansweredalmostinaudibly,partlyduetothefactthatmyvoicewasalmostgoneandhoarseandpartlyduetomybeingshy.


    “YoucancallmeJuliana,sweetheart.Youlooklikeyou’vebeenthroughastorm,let’sgetyoucleanedupandstartfromthere,okay?“,Inoddedmyheadatherwordsandfollowedhertoaroominthepackhouse.


    “There’sabathroominthereandthereshouldbechangeofclothesintheclosettoo.Getdressedanebacktothekitchen,child,soyoucangetsomethingtoeat“,shesaidandclosedthedoorafterInoddedmyheadinaffirmation.


    Ohmygoddess,whatisgoingon?wasmythoughtasIstaredatthedoorlongafterJulianaleft.