NOVEL NEXT Chapter 13: Chapter 13
13 years Selena ran to her father with a piece of paper which was densely written, ''Father see what I invented, you see this carmer, they can snap by sensors, so we take pictures....'' the paper was taken out of her hands by the middle-aged man. he tore it in two, shouting in anger,
''You are a genius, don't use your time on meaningless things and build something the country leaders will recognize, and bring glory to the Queen's family.'' his veins jumped out, and his face flushed red in anger.
The woman beside him calmed him down and looked at her daughter in disappointment. Selena's heart broke, her head bowed to the ground feeling sad. Her hope dies at this moment. It has always been like this; only when it is useful, she is praised and forced to design another one.
She felt depression and disgust rise in her any time she was forced to draw up another weaponized design. she felt rebellious for a moment and laid her complaints.
''father but I drew the last one recently... I...''
''Shut it! you still have the guts to complain. Go to the punishment room and receive your punishment. and get out of my sight.'' His tone was filled with anger and disappointment. he ignored her trembling body, turning to talk with the woman beside him. They did as if she did not exist.
''Father...sob..please..'' she doesn't want to receive punishment. She was afraid when she thought back on the pain.
''Butler! Take her away.'' he instructed a tall menacing man in a Butler uniform appeared and Selena shook badly when she saw his sadistic eyes. ''no... she turned to escape him as she pleaded with her parents, but they looked on with cold eyes.
''We are doing these for you to become better and successful, my child. so bear with it and receive your punishment.'' her mother said softly as she looked kindly at her. Selena shook her head,'' I will change, please don't let me go.''
'her father looked at the butler and instructed coldly ''don't leave any wounds on her, use the needles, she still has designs to do.''
Selena felt her heart grow cold, but she didn't resist again and followed as a doll without a soul. she tried to remember what a nanny said, smile no matter what, her lips drawing into a smile, which was mirthless and creepy. ''yes smile... smile...''
Cyra's eyes opened, she rubbed her face trying to rub off those parts of her memory. why is she thinking about this now? maybe she was shaken up by what happened yesterday. she patted herself on the face and smiled but her eyes as soulless. She stood up and saw Zane fiddle with a gun.
''Good morning. do you have an answer to my yesterday's request,'' she said with a bubbly tone, she looked up and saw Zane's focused face and thought he looked really hot right now. oh~ she wants to give him her body right now.
Zane's hands the was about to put in a screw shook, a tick formed in his forehead when he looked up and saw her undressing gaze on him. he looked down and ignored her, trying to fix the gun.
Cyra walked towards him and focused on the gun he was fiddling with, and easily knew what was wrong with it, she was about to offer her help, but a sense of disgust and bile roused in her. She looked away from it and played with the furs on the bed.
her stomach groaned and she remembered their type of food and instantly lost her appetite. Zane's ears perked up, and stiffly pointed to the clay pot. and focused back on what he was doing.
Cyra smiled and gulped down on it, she cleaned her mouth. She felt her OCD acting up as he fiddled with the gun, she couldn't help but tell him as she ran out ''put the second bolt into the first string.''
she walked out of the tent and vomited from disgust. she took deep breaths to regain herself and she put up a smiling mask, but she didn't know Zane saw her. He looked at her thoughtfully.