Prologue

TRIGGER WARNING!

This novel contains violence, r4pe, gore and curses (bad words) that may be uncomfortable for some readers. If you are sensitive to these topics, please do not read this book any further or don't read it at all. Thank you!

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Princess Angelique framed me and I was accused as a witch who attempted to murder her. Because of that, I was thrown into prison and was tortured for two months mercilessly.

During those two months, my body was defiled and used by the knights who guarded my cell for their selfish desires. They enjoyed each second of it while I was crying and begging them to stop. They fed me rotten food mixed with non-deadly but torturous poison that made me feel like my insides are being melted with acid. They hit me so hard that several parts of my body was deformed. As I was slowly awaiting my death, the only people I trusted ever since I was a child visited me in the middle of the night.

'Lily, Catherine, Mia, Michael and Christian! They came here to save me!'

I was so happy. I thought they came to save me from that hell. I hoped that they came to take me out of that hellish place. But then...

"You're so foolish, our dear Princess."

"To think you really believed our act, I think I overestimated you."

"Look at yourself. You need to be beaten more after all the things you've done to Princess Angelique!"

I was so confused and didn't know what was going on back then. I didn't understand what they were saying. Or more like I just refused to believe the harsh reality that came upon me that night.

'They never truly cared about me. Angelique sent them to pretend to be my friends and watch over my every moves.'

'Everything is just a lie.'

Michael suddenly grabbed my collar and they beat me all at once. They whipped me, hit me with heavy and sharp objects until my body bled and was all bruised. Everything that I never imagined they would do, they did it all, everything that could hurt me.

And now I'm standing on the gallows, facing thousands of people from the capital who came to watch my death, screaming profanities and throwing huge rocks at me which made my whole body bleed.

At the corner of my eyes, I saw my father and my three brothers watching me with eyes full of anger and hatred. Clearly, there are no traces of love or guilt that can be seen from them.

Father is hugging Angelique who is trembling...in laughter.

Only I know her true colors. She has fooled everyone and made me the VILLAINESS.

If I still have my fingers attached to my hands, I would've clenched my hands so hard it would bleed. At that moment, the feeling of injustice, mistreatment, rage and resentment surged within me. All these feelings, all these emotions awakened inside me at the last minute before my death.

Only then did I start questioning myself.

'Why did they do this to me?'

'What did I do to deserve this?'

'Why is my life like this?'

'I just want to live freely and find my own happiness. I promised to never fight back in exchange for my freedom. SO WHY?!'

'WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!'

During the first days of being tortured in my prison cell, I have longed for my death so badly. I wanted the pain to stop so badly that I begged the knights guarding my cell to just end my life already. But they just laughed at my plea as if it's just a joke to them. I was so hopeless and scared back then to the point that I continuously prayed for my life to end in each second.

But now...I've come to change my mind.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE.

I don't deserve to die. IT'S THEM who should DIE.

IT SHOULDN'T BE ME!

As I stare at my father's cold and emotionless eyes looking back at me, the executioner pushed me from behind and I fell off the wooden platform. My feet made contact with nothing but the cold air.

My whole body began shaking violently grasping for air, as the tight and rough rope around my neck, which felt like thorns prickling my throat, prevented air from entering my lungs.

'NO! NO! NO!'

I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

I want to continue breathing. I want to keep moving and I....

I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU!

EACH ONE OF YOU. I WILL REMEMBER YOUR FACE. I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR EVERYTHING!

YOU WILL REGRET EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO ME!

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One last tear rolled down her now cold and white face. With her eyes still wide open but now lifeless, Princess Freia's deformed corpse hung like a piece of cloth in front of everyone.

Once she breathed her last breath, all the people of the empire shouted in joy and celebrated her death.

"Finally, the witch is gone!" They shouted.

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Little do they know that her grudge will remain and will soon bury them alive ONE. BY. ONE.