Chosen By The Moon

CHAPTER 55

Dylan POV

The way the king showed me off to the crowd was totally different from a month ago when he first announced me to the world. He got a little bit physical me off in disgust, and destain.

Flashes of cameras went off in my face as everyone tried to capture my appearance. The brown potato sack outfit hung off my malnourished body and

and bruises. I was a state.

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“Accept me and all this will stop!” The king whispered, his eyes glaring with deceit, he tucked my unruly hair behind my car, and smiled at the disgust on my face, right before I spat blood in his. It was a clear act of pure defiance, and one that I stand by. The look on the kings now blood splattered face was complete outrage, a his fist quickly made contact with my cheek bone. An upro

The king composed himself slightly as if he had done nothing and clicked his fingers leading to me to be grabbed again, even rougher than before, which I didn’t think was possible, and dragged over to a table were my graffiti scarred forearm was slammed down.

I Instantly began getting flashbacks of the day my principal did the original wound. People were staring at me with all kinds of different looks then too, on

“Don’t let them see fear. My dads words ran in my head as a torch was lit just behind me by the king regent. I could hear the flames crackling and the so

“A lycans only weakness is silver!” The king walked in front of me and went on to address the crowed as my breathing began to quicken, my eyes shut ti be heard but they were muffled in my ears. The crackling fire and my impending agony was what was clouding

my mind.

“Let it commence!” A clank was heard as the bar was placed in the naked flames to heat up, my head shot to the direction of the fire. I could see the large silver rod gain a scolding red glow as the metal heated, I was extremely surpris

It was like slow motion, as he walked towards me. My head moved to the other side while I braced myself for the pain I was about to receive. I took a de

“Ahh.” A cry left my mouth as the heated metal made contact, my eyes slammed shut as tears threatened to spill, and my hand closed into a tight fist as

out of my chest.

“Shhhh” I felt a rough hand slam onto the top of my distressed head as the king began stroking my tied up hair. “This could have been avoided.”

He stated as my torture continued, the king then forced my head to turn and face my arm, making me witness my own degrading. “If you would just acce

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My excitement of her spitting her blood in his face was p