A Virgin Witch

I was getting dragged by the guards in front of everyone like I was trash. I was then left in a dungeon for starvation and cold for an undefined time until the coronation.

"Why?" I asked myself as I sat against the wall curling into a ball by lifting my knees to my chest. I couldn’t stop the sobs that left my lips as the betrayal of my mother, my best friend, and my coven flashed through my eyes. The people I was ready to sacrifice myself for, the people I've promised to fight for.

What's sad was that they had left me tied up between those vicious werewolves, knowing well I wouldn't even be able to defend myself. My heart was trembling at the thought of the punishment they had chosen for me. It was the same for everyone: burning at the stake in front of their pack.

I was shivering beyond control, my mind was engulfed by all these questions, one being, why? Why did my mother leave me? My entire body was aching with starvation as my coven had starved me for days in order to prepare me for my Initiation ritual. My eyes had begun to give up as sleep tried to engulf me.

Just when my brain thought I'd get some rest, the door to the dungeon creaked open. I got up on my feet and hurriedly hugged myself to the corner of the cell I was in. My eyes were watching this man wander around very lazily with his hand in his pocket and his eyes not meeting mine. I wondered what he was here for, I feared it was the day of the coronation already.

“So you are the one who practiced magic? I thought you will be much more composed and confident.” His voice was very raspy, it had a touch of humiliation and manipulation.

I couldn’t bring myself to respond to him, what was I supposed to say anyway?

He looked, probably the same age as me. His green eyes were sparkling every time he spoke, he liked being in power. His light brown curly hair was left messily on his forehead like he didn’t care. He was tall with a strong build, he had worn the uniform of a knight, but a little different than the regular ones I saw earlier.

"I have prepared an apology for the criminals, how about we reenact it?" He spoke again.

I frowned to myself, confused at his words. What was he talking about?

“On the day of the coronation, you will be asked to beg for forgiveness by giving an apology speech, which I know you won’t be able to do it properly by yourself since not only you are a witch but---,” he paused after he pulled his nose up in disgust, not making the racist remark.

“I’ve prepared one for you,” He then proceeded to speak whilst he stood outside my cell and probably scanned me from head to toe. Just then, another guy walked downstairs, making me hold my breath in fear.

He was impeccably different than all the humans I have ever seen. His charms were not something we could see every day. The blue in his eyes was shining as he scanned the surroundings before reaching me.

“Your highness!” The knight swiftly bowed down in respect and I got the idea of who he was.

Prince Conrad!

"Hm! Kruz! I heard there is a witch waiting for punishment?" Conrad's voice was deep and heavy, sending shivers down my spine. As he spoke, he lifted his thick brow and looked me straight in the eye. His jawline caught my attention, he had a jaw that could cut several bars of cell with no pressure applied.

"Yes! She is here!" The knight named Kruz, slowly turned to look at me whilst Conrad let out a sigh. I've heard plenty of things about Kruz, his father used to be the King's right hand and now he was the right hand of Prince Conrad and the Beta of the pack, I could tell I was going to get a very harsh treatment.

"How old is she?" Prince Conrad asked, his eyes scanned me from head to toe while Kruz passed me a death glare. There was something weird about Prince Conrad, I don’t know what it was but his presence felt like a mist.

"Turned 18 last night, one day younger than you," Kruz announced and slammed the metal bars of the cell to scare me. He didn't have to as I was already shitless, the thought of being surrounded by these hungry wolves made my skin crawl.

"Why is she wearing her coven’s necklace? Bring her out!" Conrad stepped away from the door, making Kruz take the lead in opening the door to the cell and getting inside.

I had no idea what my fate was going to be in their hands, but they were indeed here for some fun. Kruz approached me without breaking eye contact with me. He was of the same age as Conrad, but their body types were different. Where Conrad was extremely tall, broad in the shoulders and slim in the waist, while Kruz was very buff.

"Let’s go, you peasant!" Kruz muttered before grasping my arm and pulling me out with him. I felt my feet being dragged against my will and soon I was out of the cell. Strangely enough, I felt more secure inside the cell away from these men.

"What is your name?" Prince had his hands tied behind his back when he ordered me to answer him.

"Cordelia Gabriel!" I slowly lowered my eyes away from the prince and uttered under my breath.

"And you thought you could perform a ritual, practice magic under our nose to destroy our pack?" Prince Conrad didn't sound angry or anything, he was just observing my face.

"I want---," As I began to speak, Kruz came from the side and grasped my hair in a tight fist, yanking them so hard that a loud shrill escaped my lips.

"Why are you wearing this pride over you?" He muttered as he let go of my hair to grasp my necklace with both of his hands and tear it down.

His sudden attack had left me frozen on my spot. I was unable to even protest when he suddenly pulled my necklace off. As he did, he was able to pull off the small piece of cloth I was covering my chest with as my dress was pretty thin to hide my body from these vicious wolves. I stepped back while covering my chest and keeping my eyes on them. The dress I wore was so thin and small that I almost felt their eyes watching my privates.

"She looks like full of juice," Kruz's comment made me look away in disgust. I wouldn’t have worn this dress if it wasn’t for the ritual.

"Lift up your dress," Kruz came in front of Prince Conrad, who hadn't spoken a word till now.

"I said grab your dress and lift it up all the way to your bre**ts," Kruz was shamelessly licking his lips as he kept mumbling to me. Every step he took near me resulted in me taking two steps backwards.

"Are you not going to listen to me?" Kruz's approaching steps halted when Prince Conrad brought up his question again. I didn't want to piss him off, answering his question sounded like a better option than to deal with Kruz.

"My----coven---said, I'm the ch----osen one to - - - give them free---Dom." I was stuttering and shaking miserably. Embracing myself in my arms, my foolish self thought I could secure myself from their hungry eyes.

"So, they fooled you into thinking that was even possible?" Kruz continued instead of Prince Conrad. He didn't say anything wrong though, it did seem like my coven cared less for me even when they had promised to protect me until I got my powers.

"Now you will get punished for their treachery, you'll be burned on the stake." Kruz chuckled and once he made sure he had dissolved me into the pit of sorrows, he lunged at me and grabbed me by my arms. The sudden contact of his body with mine made me scream a little.

"But - - - I didn't - - - know," I had honestly no interest in becoming the chosen one, but it was my mother who started it all and once shit went down, she didn't think twice before leaving me behind to save herself.

"You must be a virgin then," Kruz pulled me even close to his chest and muttered under his breath.

"Tell her about the apology and make her learn it by heart, I'll ask her to reenact before me later tonight." Prince Conrad's words were enough to pull Kruz away from me.

He pulled me back to the cage and locked me inside as he accompanied Prince Conrad out of the dungeon.

This small encounter with them had terrorized me enough to not being able to take a nap after all.