All Chapters of CHOSEN: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Nine ~ ]Suicide. I was really considering it now…So many bad things were happening. It had been happening only to me and I was cool with that but now it’s beginning to affect the people I care about. The Hencher Mistress and Clord. They were suffering because of me…I was wretched to the extent that my wretchedness was spreading to those around me. I was miserable to the extent that my misery was contagious and now, because of my jinxing self, Dolores was now the Hencher Mistress and Clord was out in the wild of the Reigns, struggling to stay alive.— if he’s not already dead.I was tortured by Dolores yesterday, but all the things she had done to me didn’t hurt more than the fact that the Hencher Mistress and Clord had met an ill fate because of me— and Dolores had done a lot to me. The Hencher Mistress had lost her title, her esteem, her deference, and her respect and was now a fucking slave because of me!I hated myself… and this was why committing suicide

{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Night Time ~ ]I scowled at her.I wanted to break through the camel cages and lung at her to peel her skin right off her face, but I climbed down the shabby stool and strolled closer to her instead.Her saving grace were the bars of metal between us.I clenched my fists. “Hear you out?” I repeated in disbelief. I didn’t believe she had said those words right to my face.She was still sobbing and crying before me and this made me crazily angry. My former expression of gloom was taken away and was replaced by rage now and I could only use it to yell.“I said get out, you Punic wretch!” I yelled again. “Leave me alone!” I voiced and she closed her eyes as more tears poured out of them.I backed away a bit now as I took in her expression and then I spun around and roamed my gaze round the room in search of any item I could use to hit, shove, or stab her. I hated the fact that she thought she could use her tears to entice me.I didn’t see any hard objects now. I only saw

{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Thirteen ~ ]Morning came and met me in my foul mood.I hadn’t slept.I hadn’t slept because I couldn’t do so with all the hate I was now carrying in my heart.I still wondered if the Hencher Mistress was okay but then I wasn’t sad about it anymore. Every sadness I felt was being translated into anger and resentment… and I didn’t mind. I was seated on the floor now and glaring in the direction the vile bunch would come from. I wanted them to come and get today’s torture over with so I was somewhat anticipating them, but then I didn’t see them for several moments. Soon my attention was diverted from waiting for them to looking at my body.— Some of my wounds were healing and I had scars forming now. I could see scars of random I’s, R’s, and S’s.. which stood for Ivanka, Ruika, and Sam— Dolores’ children.She had scourged me with these marks and wounds the other day as her own form of punishment and now, the wounds were healing and turning into a reminder that th

Ciril’s POV}The Hencher Mistress has cleaned my wounds and helped me clean the vast floor of the Hall just like she had said she would.She had to run away into hiding a couple of times to evade the guards who had come to check up on me but then she had helped me, not leaving until what was left was a small portion to clean.I didn’t understand.I didn’t understand why she cared so much about me. I had asked her why but then her reason hadn’t done justice to how she acted towards me.I’m lovable?Lovable my foot! I’m miserable. I’m miserable to the max and yet she still cares so much about me. I really didn’t understand how or why. She was gone now and I was wrapping up— cleaning the remaining portion of the ground. She had told me that Anika had been seen being seized and taken away by some warriors earlier and so I was thinking about that now.Anika had said she would try to reveal the truth about everything that had happened in the Dinner hall that day and I had mentally doubted

{Ciril’s POV}It was noontime.And I was surrounded by darkness.— sweating and clothed in poop.I was back at the Dungeons and I stinked. I stinked badly and had a foul look on my face, but then the stench of the dung wasn’t the reason for my foul mood. My foul look was brought about by the realization that today had brought upon me.What Prince Landon had done to me had broken me in so many ways. What he had done to me had killed whatever sell-worth I had left in me and for this I loathed him. He was on the list now and in truth and at this moment, I wanted to kill him more than I wanted to kill anyone else on that list. I wanted to yell curse words at him while I stabbed him so many times in his face and chest with a knife.— I wouldn’t hesitate by even the slightest bit if I was given the chance to do this.Yeah. That’s how much I hate him now. I had found the ring. After almost an hour, I had found the damn thing but not until poop had almost diffused through my skin.People