Your P.O.V.

You shiver as you walk up the cold white stairs in the throne room. The Vorg watches you with his cold, snake eyes. You're terrified that you're going to mess up and be cast into Votkin's hands.

The Vorg often threatens that he will do that if you cause him any trouble.

Vanakin Vorg, also called The Vorg, is a cold, dark and evil man; but he values his 'Beauties'. That's what he calls you and the other girls he has captured. You're his prized possessions, therefore he keeps you all safe and feeds you well. He treats you all well enough, but you have seen girls thrown to Votkin because of disobedience. None of you girls know what Votkin does to the girls given to him, but you know it's bad, really bad; and that you would never return the same.

Once you all grow into beautiful women the Vorg will sell or trade you for other things he desires; that will happen once you reach 17 years of age. You still have four weeks here before your birthday, then you will be thrown into the clutches of some other man.

As you arrive at the top of the stairs you approach his throne-like chair. Your hands shake as you give him the goblet of wine. His eyes watch you, as if anticipating you to mess up.

The Vorg has a huge castle-like house, with a fort surrounding it and highly guarded grounds; he reminds you of a dark evil king.

The Vorg takes the goblet and tastes the wine. You glance to the side of the room where Votkin stands leaning against the wall watching you, probably hoping you'll get tossed his way so he can do who knows what to you.

The Vorg has two sons; Votkin and Vaghn. He once had a wife and daughter, but both were killed by a dreadful disease that struck only at women. Since then any female has been seriously rare and precious.

There isn't much known about Vaghn, he keeps his distance from all the girls, unlike his brother.

The Vorg nods in approval which also means that you can leave and that you are safe for another day. You hold in a sigh of relief and walk back down the stairs, making sure to lift your silver skirts.

The clothing you are made to wear; is open and revealing. It exposes your stomach, chest, shoulders, back, and thighs; and obviously your legs too, but the silver silk still hangs down past your feet and drags on the ground behind you. There are many colours but the silver one has been assigned to you by the servant girls; apparently it's Votkin's favourite colour. Many of the girls don't like you because they say you're the Vorg's favourite, so they often do things to try and push you towards Votkin, hence the silver clothing.

Just before you walk through the side-door leading to the girls quarters you glance at Votkin. You find him watching you with his icy blue eyes so rush through the door, your heart pounding in your chest. The girls all go quiet as you enter the room you all sleep in.

None if them really like you, so you have no one but yourself.

You lie down, and happen to fall asleep. You are awoken by the sound of the eating bell ringing, well, it's more like a siren. You jump up, marveling at the fact that you slept for so long.

You all are never allowed to sleep for longer than half an hour during the day.

Outside, everything is so dark; even the daytime is dark and dreary, due to the excessive amount of smoke and ash that falls from the sky. Some wonder if there is a volcano nearby. But you don't have the right to ask.

You grab a tray of food and sit down alone.

At least the food is good.

You feel eyes on you and look up to see Votkin headed straight for you.

Most are more afaid of this man than they are of his father.

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