Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 6

“I said strip,” he repeats, raising an eyebrow at me, daring me to disobey.

I struggle to remove my shirt, trying to cover my bare chest by turning away from him. The girl beside

me starts to remove her clothes as well.

“Not you, child. I don’t want to see you naked; you’re only here to make sure she obeys orders,” he

says, making me relieved as she pulls her dress strap back up.

I remove my pants, leaving me only in my panties. Using my hands, I cover my breasts before turning

around to face them.

The Lycan man steps forward, he licks his lips approvingly making me flinch. “Remove them,” he says

looking down at my panties.

“Please,” I beg, not wanting to remove them.

“Remove them or I kill the child,” he says tauntingly. I look at the little girl who darted behind me at his

words. I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. This was so degrading and humiliating. I pull my

panties down before placing one hand over my breasts and the other trying to cover my lady parts.

Both men step forward and I step back, nearly tripping over the girl behind me. The Lycan man grabs

my wrist, pulling my arm away from my chest, my ample breasts on display for them. I feel a tear run

down my cheek as the other man removes my hand from my sensitive parts.

“Why are you crying? You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” says the Dragon. How didn’t they

understand how degrading this is? No one should have to be put through this humiliation. I had never

been naked in front of anyone besides my grandmother.

“Open your legs,” he growls, stepping closer. The Lycan man peers around me.

“Close your eyes little one,” he whispers to the small girl, and I feel a sob leave my lips. When the girl

does as she is told, he stands upright. He taps my foot with his, forcing my legs apart. His fingers move

to my slit before he shoves his finger inside me quickly before removing it. I cry out at the sudden

intrusion.

“A virgin like I thought,” he murmurs. I watch horrified as he sucks the finger into his mouth and moans

loudly.

“You made me strip to see if I was a virgin? What, asking was too hard?” I ask but instantly regret it as

they both step closer.

“You can put your clothes back on,” he says. The Dragon bent down and picked up my shoes. He looks

at them before tossing them in the fireplace. I quickly get dressed.

“Follow us, we will take you to your chambers,” the Lycan man says. We follow silently. The Lycan

leads the way while the Dragon remains behind us. I can feel his eyes boring into my back, feel the

little girl’s arms grip my hips tightly.

We stop outside a door on the bottom floor, he opens the door and reveals a small room with a single

bed and small fireplace. A desk off to the side in a corner and a round blue rug on the floor. Walking in

it seems quite cozy offering warmth and safety from the cold dark nights outside.

I watch mesmerised as the Dragon man walks in and over to the fireplace, he takes a breath in then

blows it out of his mouth like he's blowing a kiss. Yet I can feel the heat in the air rising rapidly as the

logs start burning catching alight. He turns and winks at me.

I notice off to the side is a bathroom with a shower and toilet. I don’t move though, too scared by the

men standing in front of me, I don’t want to risk angering them.

“You will stay here for now until Silas comes back and verifies you are who we think you are,” says the

Lycan man, his eyes burning oddly mirroring the flames coming from the fireplace.

“If you need anything knock on the door, someone will hear you. My name is Matitus, this is Dragus,”

says the man I recognize to be a Dragon. I store their names to memory, hoping I never have to utter

them.

They then walk out, closing the door behind them. The little girl tugs at my shirt making me look down

at her.

“Are they going to kill us?” she asks, concerned. Now that they are gone, I can really look at her. The

poor girl is underweight, not that that is something unheard of in the city, starvation being the main

killer. Her hair which should be blonde is matted and dirty turning it brown in patches. What I thought

was a dress is a man’s undershirt being worn as a dress, the edges frayed and filthy with holes.

“I don’t think so, well I don’t think they will kill you anyway,” I tell her. Suddenly, there is a knock on the

door, and an old woman who I believe is a human walks in with her head down carrying towels and a

pile of clothes. Yet something seemed off about her, I just couldn’t put my finger on why I felt that way.

“For you,” she mutters, her eyes never peering up. She thrusts them forward again and I grab them

from her before she hurriedly walks back out. I can sense her fear, like she was told not to talk to linger

too long. It would also make sense why she didn’t look up and make eye contact. She then shuts the

door and I hear the jingle of keys and I know she locked it. I place the clothes on the bed along with the

towels.

“What is your name?” I ask the little girl who comes and stands beside me. “Lilith” she whispers,

looking at the pile.

“My name is Elora,” I tell her.

“Elora?” she repeats, trying out my name and making me smile. I dig through the clothes and find a pair

of blue denim jeans and a white shirt as well as a bra and a pair of underwear. With the clothes is also

a pair of black pants with woollen underlay and a shirt with a butterfly and a hooded sweater. I know by

the size, the black pants and butterfly shirt and the hooded sweater are for the little girl. She touches

the butterfly and smiles.

“It’s so pretty,” she says, caressing the fabric.

I also found two pairs of socks, something I haven’t held for so long. The only socks I have held was

when I pulled some off a dead man I found in the gutter. I washed them before giving them to my

grandmother, her feet always so cold from the weather and her old age.

Lilith got up walking over to the small bathroom. “Do you think it has hot water?” she asked, looking

eager to try it.

“Let’s find out,” I tell her, hopping up and walking to the shower. I turn on the taps and chuckle when I

feel the water heat up slowly. I turn to Lilith and pull her makeshift dress off. I then remove my clothes

before adjusting the water temperature and turning the taps on full force. We both step under the

showers spray. I flinch when I feel the water run over the lashing mark from the whip. The water is

burning it making my skin sting.

Lilith giggles excitedly and it makes me wonder when the last time she felt hot water was, if ever. I find

a bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo and conditioner on the sink basin. I hand her the soap,

and she excitedly starts lathering up her body with it. Dirt and grime run down the drain. I put some

shampoo in my hands and started scrubbing her hair and messaging her scalp, feeling her relax

slightly.

“This is wonderful,” she exclaims as the room steams up with the smell of strawberry shampoo and

chamomile soap. When I am done washing her hair, I rinse it out letting her condition her own hair

while I wash myself, giving myself a good scrub, blood from my back turning the floor red, it stings

terribly but I ignore it.

I see Lilith reluctantly hop out and grab a towel, wrapping it around her little body. I quickly wash my

hair, scrubbing my scalp as I feel the cleanest I have ever felt in years. I get out when I feel the water

temperature drop slightly. I grab my towel and follow Lilith out. She sits on the rug in front of the small

fireplace. I quickly get dressed to find the clothes fit perfectly. Despite everything, feeling warm and

clean is such a relief. I then help Lilith get dressed. She smiles brightly back at me.

“They are so warm,” she whispers, running her hands over the soft fabric. Now that she is clean, her

skin is like porcelain, so delicate and pure.

I comb her long blonde hair with my fingers before pulling a hair tie from my wrist. I then braid her hair

so it is out of her face. She touches the braid gently not wanting to ruin it.

“What about you?” she says when she realizes, I gave her my only hair tie. I shrug. “I don’t need it,” I

tell her, knowing chances are when this Silas person comes, I will probably be slaughtered. We sit in

front of the fire for a while and eventually fall asleep.

I am jolted awake when I hear the door swing open creaking loudly. Matitus, one of the Dragon Kings,

is standing in the doorway. I sit up, groggy before recognition hits me and I become anxious.