Punishment

The great city was enormous, and buildings swarmed the surface. It was suffocating. Herds on herds of people gathered around in one place, creating a blocking in the road. Angry men wearing suits swore as they walked past checking the time on their handy wristwatch.

Babies cried as mothers tried soothing them to sleep with gentle words. A soft hand lay limp on their shoulders. Children ran in and out of back alleys hiding from police who wore grey and blue overalls a sword dangling at their waste.

The first big building you could see was a huge architectural building of utmost significance.

Bells hung accordingly in order from smallest to largest, only the two big ones being seen from the front. A huge cross embedded onto the archway above the double doors was the symbol this whole building was dedicated to yet as we moved past I could only see solemn looks on the people's faces children were the only ones laughing.

Roads were lined with a golden rim, creating a magnificent glow to illuminate the pavement, creating a halo effect along the walls of prestigious buildings. It was completely and utterly different from the rural life the girl had known. It's absolutely different.

The journey lasted overall no less than 2 hours to reach their destination, a whitewashed 4-story building with intricate designs, A crying angle with broken wings on the left and an angle with widespread wings almost as if stopped in mid-flight was waiting patiently on the right.

A stubborn man wearing a heinous sneer across his brow just by standing next to him the whole mood turned dark his gloomy washed out eyes turned towards me, I held my breath hoping he wouldn't hear me, though I know that was silly, his eyes glanced towards me showing no emotion he then leaned towards the guards "is this the girl?" The guard who looked like he was also holding his breath responded, "Yes sir, she is. " The man gave a devilish glare in my direction, "she doesn't look like much, besides her eyes, they could go for a good price. " A toothy grin met my disgusted expression.

The man known as 'sir' turned right then left, grabbing a cigarette out of his pocket and gently

Placing it between his lips, the lighter stuck once as a spark lit on the cigarette he then turned around and smiled. Shivers shifted down my spine.

The guards suddenly came up behind me, a bat in each hand rope dangling over their shoulders, a mutual expression not letting anything slip as they made their way behind me, grabbing at my limbs one tied my wrists together the other tied my ankles 'shit I can't get out of this now can I?'

The guard grunted in response, yet to my surprise, they lifted me like I was as light as a feather. "I get I'm underfed, but do you really have to lift me so easily?" One of the guards turned around." What did you say?" he said this in a thuggish tone,"nothing of importance," I mumbled in response he then snapped back "be quite than!'"

The stairs were made of a marble flooring, no cracks anywhere to be seen. I was being carried up the 100, or so flight of stairs to the place where my fate will be decided I would be lying if I said I was not scared for my throat ached as I swallowed loudly.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Every time his hand collided with the brass oak wood door, I clenched my eyes in a display of cringe no one was coming. No one was coming. Did they forget what day it was? Maybe they will postpone my trial for another day? Maybe something more important came up? Oh, how wrong I was.

After three or four attempts at knocking, someone finally opened the seemingly too wide doors. The man in question was a small petite looking man, more bones than flesh the whites of his eyes turning a mingy yellow color the under eye was gray as if he had not gotten sleep in years, yet he opened the two doors with ease surprising me of course due to how overwhelmingly heavy the double doors looked. The guards made their way in walking in a slow but steady pace, tacking two steps at a time just like everyone else.

We passed a total of four people. One was a young girl wearing round silver glasses carrying a fair share of books, which looked to weigh the same as her body weight. The second is an old man with an extra long gray beard almost touching his toes he was frail, much like the man at the door, with three books laying flat in the palm of his hand this time. The third was a rather particular young boy with raven black hair and emerald eyes at first, I admit I thought he was beautiful his rosy cheeks, adding an innocent flavor to his face, yet his smile was that of the devil his smile looked forced and strained his eyes did not show any delight or happiness keeping them hard and cold his teeth were too white like chalk as his face was too pale like snow? Who was he? "I hope I don't run into him," I grumbled.

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