Elaine and the rest of the twenty-nine kids were kidnapped by an organization called, "The Alpha's Puppets" when they were little and were trained for eight years to become a naked weapon. For the past eight years, they have become friends and families while living on a secluded island. However, in order to become the alpha's puppet, out of the thirty ladies, only one of them has to stay alive - the rest have to be killed. "I, Elaine Fisher, vowed to murder everyone with claws and fangs all over the world. Anyone who dares cross my path will have one fate awaited them - DEATH."
View MoreLeaving no choice, I went out of the office and brought food outside before heading home. Elaine's POV Later in the evening, Vladimir called again us. Shantell and I were now wondering what it was about this time. Our bodies were still in the middle of our recovery, yet there he is, never wasting his time even if he already declared we were already safe. "Maybe he will now fulfill his promise of letting us go," Shantell said as we march to the dining area. "Isn't that wonderful? You can now find your mom," she giggled. "Let's just hope so," I uttered before I shrug her off. When we reach the kitchen, several appetizing food and drinks were already served on the table. Those were foods that we haven't experienced for the past eight years. Shantell and I gulp a bulk of water down to our throats when our stomachs rumbled as soon as we saw them. However, across the table was where Rachell and Vladimir laughing at each other. They even ticked their glas
And I'm afraid there is no turning back when I could not get out anymore. My prior number was twelve. There's no chance I could survive for the third set to fight with. In that case, Shantell and I could no longer meet at the last round. She will win. And I'm pretty sure of that. I believe she can do it. "No… Elaine, please. Get back." She clanged the metal bar of the gate. "That has supposed to be my number. Not hers." She tried to argue with the men who are in charge of the gate but barely listen to her. Despite the consecutive rant, Shantell had left no choice when the ladies who got numbers two and three got locked up with me inside the cell, carrying their deadly weapons in their hands. "Good luck, ladies," Vladimir announced. Without further ado, the two ladies slightly bent their hands, pointing the tip of the sword and the dagger they were holding toward me in unison. It was undeniable that my arms and legs were trembling simultaneously at that time. Who could not be?
I cocked the gun to make sure it was loaded and pulled the trigger to the car. But because the car was bulletproofed, my bullet simply slipped off. "Hey? This is the NYPD, stop the car!" The mysterious man who occupied the black BMW seemed to have achieved his goal which was to shoot and kill the woman so they took off right away. Because of the incident, some people caught the attention of the doglike monster as they glanced at her body. Some even stopped to take a photo and video. "Hey, you're not allowed to do that!" I exclaimed. However, the man insisted which left me with no other choice. I pointed my gun to the sky and pulled my last bullet. The man hopped back into his car as soon as he noticed the gun in my hands and took off right away. Some of the people who just appeared attempted to take a look at the body, but I shooed them right away. When everyone went away, I radioed my team when I got the vision of the doglike monster's body lying on the ground. Based on my abr
Elaine's POV Contrary to what the world we called reality, I expected all those girls' childish stories to be like fantasies and fairytales my mom kept storytelling me every night before heading to bed. Those gorgeous princesses live in a pompous kingdom, wearing elegant and luxurious gowns, glimmering shoes, and a good-looking knight shining armor standing beside them. All those fantasies had already been marked and were absorbed into my faithful and hopeful brain. However, my dream of a kind of fairytale was only an image of my miniature and feeble mind since I was ten years old before I got kidnapped by an unidentified group of men whose job was to gather kids like me. Right after that, I haven't seen the beauty of the outside world. Not even had the chance to reach out to my mom who lives alone in our home. Don't even know if she was still alive with those years being gone. Eight Years Later The boisterous and continuous sounds of gunfire forced us to wake up from our respect
Elaine's POV Contrary to what the world we called reality, I expected all those girls' childish stories to be like fantasies and fairytales my mom kept storytelling me every night before heading to bed. Those gorgeous princesses live in a pompous kingdom, wearing elegant and luxurious gowns, glimmering shoes, and a good-looking knight shining armor standing beside them. All those fantasies had already been marked and were absorbed into my faithful and hopeful brain. However, my dream of a kind of fairytale was only an image of my miniature and feeble mind since I was ten years old before I got kidnapped by an unidentified group of men whose job was to gather kids like me. Right after that, I haven't seen the beauty of the outside world. Not even had the chance to reach out to my mom who lives alone in our home. Don't even know if she was still alive with those years being gone. Eight Years Later The boisterous and continuous sounds of gunfire forced us to wake up from our respect...
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