where am i

Burning sounds and screams of children echoed throughout the prison cell, piercing through the darkness.

"AAAAAGH… AAAGH!" a loud scream echoed through the cell.

"Why am I here? Who are these people? Why are they doing this to me?"

"Hey kid, stop screaming. It's not your first time. Just bear with it," a gruff voice responded.

I glared at him like a wild beast, causing him to flinch.

"Hey... what happened to her?" another voice asked.

"I don't know. She's been like that for three days. She won't eat her food, and sometimes she even bites," the gruff voice replied. Then he grabbed my hair and sneered, "You should be grateful that Duke Charles adopted a girl like you," before throwing me against the wall.

I wondered, "Did he just say Duke Charles? The male lead is the father and has an adopted daughter? But that's strange. He never had an adopted daughter. He only had a son, Luis, and a daughter, Roselane."

"Then who am I?" I thought to myself.

It happened four days ago when Roselane died in the novel, "I Will Be the Queen." In the prison, a very light and desperate voice made one last effort and said, "Luis... look at me. Luis, look at me like you look at Macheel." But in the cold eyes of Luis, he cut my throat, and I finally died.

"Hahahahahahaaa. So pathetic... this villain. Haha, my tears are coming out," I couldn't hold back my laughter. Finally, I stopped and commented, "Your life is so miserable, but I enjoyed it hahahaha."

Suddenly, the room went dark. "What is this place?" I wondered.

A loud voice boomed, "If you are so arrogant, try living my life!"

And that's how I ended up in this room.

"Oh, you're awake. Hurry up and eat," a man said, throwing a bowl of meager food on the floor. Despite not wanting to eat it, I was so hungry that I ate it with my hands.

"Hey, isn't it time?" one of them asked.

"Yes, it is," the other replied.

Unconscious, I wondered, "What time is it? Where are those people taking me?" My mind was foggy and unconscious.

The men took me to a room with a window, and for the first time, I saw the outside world. There was a beautiful full moon and a painful future. One of the men brought a large bowl and chained my hands, lifting me up from the ground. Another man cut both my hands and back, making me look like Jesus. It was painful, but not as much as burning, whipping, or beating, which quickly healed up. However, this time, it didn't heal.

"Am I going to die?" I wondered as the last thing I saw before passing out was the bowl filling up with my blood. One of the men dipped his hand into the blood and brought out a red pearl.

When I woke up, I found myself in a room with nothing but white, with no end in sight. Suddenly, a voice spoke.

"Hello, my..."