Harem

"Alright, get in!" The guards forcefully shoved you inside a room. The room was significantly bigger than the room you were previously in. The walls and the floor were the color of gold; luxury and royalty. However, your amazement was soon replaced by a frown once you saw more females seated on the floor, their clothes all tattered and ripped. Their eyes held a look of fear and pity for you as you walked inside. If only you knew that you had walked straight into hell.

Now, you were permanently a part of his collection of women - his harem.

Walking towards the room more, you had noticed that the females that sat on the floor looked broken and tired. They looked frightened. However, you didn't care about the looks they had, you only cared about the substance they all had in their hair. Why did they all have that?

Sitting yourself next to one of the more friendlier females, you stared at her; wondering about the suffering she had gone through. You wanted to pray, you wanted to ask Him for guidance but, you figured that it wouldn't help for He had failed for once.

Noticing you, the girl turned around,,, and a weak smile formed on her face, "H-Hello. It's nice to meet you."

Her voice sounded broken. "It's nice to meet you too," smiling at her, you noticed how everyone just gazed at the 'newcomers' with fear.

You and the selected few were confused as to why everyone kept staring. However, that was soon answered after a female with blond hair had spoken. "A-Are you g-guys n-new here?"

Everyone just stared at each other, dumbfounded. "If you mean by setting foot on this castle and being forced to wear these dresses, then yes. Yes we are." She gasped at your answer as the others clasped their hands together as if they were praying.

"Oh no. You're going in his collection."

"You'll never make it alive."

"Oh god no. You won't be able to escape."

Confusion danced on your face. As one after the other joined each other in the chants, your confusion started to spiral more out of control.

"Please calm down, everything's fine. What do you mean by any of this?" A girl with brunette hair asked. She was the same girl that was in front of you on the line-however, she seems more confident and fearless right now. Under the prince's eyes, she cowered in fear; under nobody's eyes, she was herself.

"Malisa, go tell them," a red-head had ushered the blond to talk. Gulping, Malisa had started to approach you guys. "It doesn't matter right now but, answer me one question, did the prince even touch you in the slightest besides raising your dresses?"

Everyone started to look at you. "Well, he didn't do it to any of us. . ."

"Except her."

The girl with a ponytail had pointed at you. "Even if he had touched me more than that, what's the meaning of it?" You questioned the girl named Malisa. "Frankly, it doesn't mean a thing to me."

Everyone covered their mouths with their hands as they stared at each other with wide eyes.

A girl with tanned skin had come up to you and placed her hand on your shoulder. "My dear, I feel sorry for you. You're turning into the next Lisa."

You touched her hand-which felt weak and fragile- and looked up at her, "Lisa?"

"Wait, will it be alright if you guys explained? I'm getting a little scared h-h-here," a girl, who was too young to be here, had spoken up, twirling the hem of her dress in her pointer finger.

Tears started to roll down Malisa's eyes. She looked at the others and waited for a signal to tell their story. After she saw that everyone nodded, she turned back to you.

"You see, the prince had not kidnapped you here for nothing. He, um, does this every year to, um, find the girl who is most fit into his, uh, collection. And, um, on rare occasions, the prince does have a favorite out of all of us. So, from the 'game' he had played, he shows his, um, affection more towards the one he likes best. So, um, before you guys came, last year, all of us were captured here and taken from our. . .families. Although we had a lot of females with us, the prince still had his favorite. Um, her name was Lisa. So when the prince did visit, he, uh, he did play with us,, but he chose Lisa more often. So, um, one day, she broke. She completely broke and. . .and. . ." Unable to finish her story, Malisa started to sob into her hands.

Even though - from what you have gathered - Lisa was the most 'used,' you felt as if Malisa was the one who completely broke down. Lisa must have been her friend. That's why she's breaking down. She looked like a mess. Her hair stuck to her face as she cried and cried.

Scooching over to her, you started to hug her and stroke her hair. "There, there. It'll be fine. The prince will eventually get tired of us," you smiled softly at the others and, judging by their appearance, it worked. Their faces had softened a little as you stared down at Malisa.

"Y-Y-You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"We're not just play-things, we make up his sick collection. His harem."

Being the calm person you were, you decided it was best not to freak out. Mother had always told you to save your virginity until marriage but, however, it seemed impossible right now.

"It'll be okay. Look at me. All of you," everyone glanced at your direction, and you smiled a little. "It'll be fine soon, trust me. It's going to be okay, don't cry."

"Well, well, well~ How's everyone doing~?" A sickly sweet voice called. As you looked up, you were met with familiar emerald eyes. His eyes bored right into your soul. Malisa started to shiver into your embrace and started to cling on you more. Being the big sister you were, you hugged her tighter.

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