am Carina, it finally dawned on Natasha that the L

d mucus streamed from her nose, forming a disgusting mixture that clouded her face as she wailed o

tasha Smith, it was a place she was all too familiar with. Life h

no recollection of the car accident that took her parents' lives and left her as the only survivor, she w

her dreams, which had turned from a Barbie princess fantasy land into a reali

ones out, living a life far beneath that of a servant. The farmhouse was where she laid her head at night, and if she da

g that someday, her Lycan King would come and save her from the pit of her hell and all this would be a thing of the past. Thoughts like th

r resolve. Because amid her tears and wailing, Natasha's mind took a quick flash to the memories of her mother. Not once did she see her mother cry or feel helpless. Her mother never once looked as pa

my fate in fantasy stori

hole. She needed to save herself because the longer she waited, the more she realized there was nobody in the enti

.

atasha's fate was to be changed from a slave-like life to an even worse

rrival. Finally, as the sun began to set - around the sam

n expecting you," she sa

straight to business," h

mething seemed different about her guest - perhaps his voice or h

surprise, Natasha was nowhere to be found in the basement. Madam Carina was positive she had locked her in

e Natasha could have hidden, until their eyes met with a hu

t here," Mada

at am I supposed to be looking

rday," Madam Carina said to him before bolting out of the b

.

op for a second, even though she had been running for at least six hours. Her hands swung in t

in Madam Carina's possession, Natasha searched the entire basement for so

ned to the outside of the building and affter a few misses

could, never looking back and taking every turn she

o take the next step, her head spun, and her eyes struggled

ve," she said to herself as she prepared to give it all up. Suddenly, as her eyes became blurry and h

could identify him, but with her last bit of streng