The Luna's Yellow Dress
li
n the limousi
I doing here? Like, right this moment. I'm like a bird whose wings have been clipped. Who gave this wolf, th
n the door, come the hell down and walk away. But that sort of freewill is no longer available to me. He's cur
to finally whisper, his
ks up at me witho
n as I could muster. I shouldn't be this afraid
ven if I could sense his bottled-up anger hovering around him like so
until tomorrow afternoon. So here's what is going to happen. At exactly 12pm tomorrow, eat. That should take you about thirty minutes. Wash yourself up afterwards. Should take you an extra thirty minutes. Meet me at the Reset Arena soon after, dressing exactly this way, wit
one in the palace would offer it. My maids won't even make the effort. While making my hair or painting my nails, I casually ask questions like "you've been
Cry as three maids rush towards me, one holding up a piece of
nd burn it? I made a promise to that boy, whose name I did
s to a slow and painful end. He asked me to rest. That's funny. I laugh pitiably at myself. How's that supposed to work? I'll lie down, sleep peacefully knowing the terror that awaits me? I
hes and it's
it before me like a goat who is eating its last supper before slaughter. Roasted turkey and rice. Lots of greens plus prawns. A glass of cold orange juice. My throat
on up and dig
l and someone comes to clear th
sponge and whatnot with them. They bathe me with the minimum of fuss, like machines washing the tiniest dirt off the million pores of my skin, like it's their singular life duty. They reply my conversations in hushed tones and w
ing naked on my bed to weep. I raise my head and look at the open window, my favorite thoughts flitting
walk through the corridor, I wouldn't want unnecessary stares. So I take a shawl to cover my upper body, especially the part where the gown's
oom to the Reset Arena
the red doo
xcuse. But the instruction was clear. Get in there before your time
erfectly chiseled chest evident in the Reset Arena's red light
a pole and watching him at this seat, his legs crossed as alway
at myself
self with a shawl o
per, the lump in my th
ks and I don't reply.
eave only the re
u belong t
w my saliva. "To you." The w
out," h
u," I confess a
who a
st whispering from fear, wonder
most like it is intentional, because the shoe bounces off the floor in my direction, so that I must move a little to
re the alpha! You're the alpha." My legs grow weak and I fall on m
the unremoved shoe, on the floor. "Stand on your fucking feet,"
ays, not screaming. "Is it appropriate you display
reply fr
d you do i
sor
ing for you?
y sorry,
Answer the questions. It felt
those hiccups that punctuate tears. "I've been in h
re forever. But you're the Luna. Once our honeymoon is over, you can step out the palace on official duties,
I was a farm girl, you moron, and you met me on my way to th
h you, especially with the way you're dressed. Who gave you t
my parents' place. It's one of my old dresses.
l your dad and ask if
around when I
backwards and laughs heartily, like the devil w
takes up its usual blankness. He reaches into his pocket and brings out
ys, calling m
s my dad's voice over t
e your daug
es labored. Say yes, dad, I think to myself. I/m tempted to scream too. Come
I am sorry to question your lords
smond retorts, his voice rat
to tell if my daughter came home to visit. But I could help you ask t
ou weren't at your family house," he says calmly. "Now I don't know who gave you that dres
ing at the floor around my feet. You're too
as shut the door to this brute, even if I am mated to him. Which is the nice
Rid yourself of tha
nd over, pick the gown's helm and take it off of me. I am now naked before him, awaiting h
f to that pole,"
doing exactly what he says. I'm now one with
s three
what the cl
lues, three bald-headed guys, naked with their long, outstretched penises, walk out from their hiding places
with my free hand first. My
are at least covered. Then I bend my hip sideways, just
break the link between the pole and me. I only end
rth is Des