Chapter Eight

POV: America
I was awakened by the growling of my stomach. Groaning, I tell it to shut up. I don't know how long I've been here, but I know I haven't been fed. I'd gotten the occasional water though, not that that made me feel any better.The gnawing beast in my stomach clawing at my insides would make that hard to forget.What, had it been two days, three? Is today the day? Oh gosh I hope not! However guilty I am, I don't want to die for it. Put me in jail for life, please just don't kill me! Actually..... I think I take that back. What kind of life would this be? Isolated, alone, mineable (no) food or water. I think it would drive me mad. Perhaps to the point where I would kill myself. I suppose it's better to have my blood on another's hand as opposed to mine. I wonder how long I slept? I slowly get up and pace in my small confinement, thinking.
     I must have slept like 8 hours, which means...which means, today is the day! No sooner then the words had left my mind, then I heard the sound of keys clinking in the door. Shrieking, I sprint besides the toilet, a small part of me hoping foolishly that if the guard couldn't see me, then he wouldn't take me. As I guessed, my tattic didn't work at all. The door burst open and two guards came briskly walking in. For some reason they looked familiar, but from where I cannot say. They march up to me, side by side, their faces grim, and roughly grab my arms. The one on the left produces a rope, which they used to tie my arms together so tightly that I couldn't feel them. While they do this, I try to scream and cry, kick and scratch, but it's no use. I'm outmatched. Next thing I know, the one on the left pulls out yet another thing, a black piece of cloth. What would they- my thought comes to a sudden end when they not-so-gently pull the sack over my head, effectively blinding me and leaving me in darkness. I scream and cry, but they don't care. The only response I get is the one guard barking out "Quiet girl, or we'll get you a gag too."
This does effectively shut me up. If I have to die, I don't want to go with a piece of dirty cloth in my mouth. I tense as I feel two sets of hands grab each arm. "Let's go." Barks the same guard who had bound me. I refuse. I refuse to walk right to my death. I don't care whatever I'd decided before, now that it was actually happening, I think I would prefer life in prison. It doesn't matter though. Compared to them, I am weak and small. Almost like a mouse besides an horse. So they  drag me. I try to squirm and fight, but I'm simply not strong enough. I never was in the first place, and all that time with no food isn't helping. I'm dragged through what I guess is the prison, and throughout what I could only marvel is the palace. Rather quickly, the ground underneath me disappears, and both guards let go. I drop and hit my head many times on little bumps on the ground as my whole body rolls down. I lay at the bottom, stunned, for a moment before I realize what had just happened. The guards had just thrown me down the stairs! I can already feel the hit sensation of blood creeping down from an ache in my forehead. I hear the guards footsteps as they walk closer, but I don't move. I can't move. And even if I could, where would I go? I'm blindfolded. The farthest I could get would be maybe the next room before they caught up to me. Or I crashed into something. It's pointless. Pointless. Hot, salty tears streak down my face. There's no way out: I'm really going to die. The guards finally approach me and each grabs an arm and lifts me up. "Now," the one says " that wouldn't have happened had you walked with us. I suggest you do so because there are 2 more staircases on the way."
Trembling, I realize that he's I probably should go. Otherwise I could break a leg and have to walk on it. No. It's better to go out in dignity. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself and begin to walk cautiously. Soon the sound of many mixed cheers and boos sounded out. A rush of anger engulfs me. They lied! I had just been tricked in-into walking willingly the last few steps to my death. Panicking, I made one last effort to free myself. I kicked in the direction where I thought the first guard was, and punched at the other. Alas, it didn't work.
"Welcome ladies and gentleman to the execution of Lady America's murder!" Shouted Gaviln in his fame show voice. And the crowd roared in anticipation of my death....

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Thxs for reading my story! I'm sorry that I'm dragging this out a bit...:) I promise, the next chapter gets to the point! 😀😀😀

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