Chapter 2 Death Is The Only Way To Live

A bang was heard as Lucille's hair was dragged and thrown to the ground like garbage.

Her hair was being pulled by Mark as her dress was stained with leaves and mud. She was struggling as her breath was leaving her. Her vision was swimming as her mouth opened to scream for help or for him to stop, but she was kicked in the side by Mark, who dropped her hair.

He groaned in annoyance as he watched her deafened form wither on the ground like a shrunken leaf.

He smirked and pulled her up by the hair as Lucille screamed again in pain; her side had started to bleed, and the blood was making her faint.

"You seriously thought you could outrun me with those ridiculous short legs of yours," asked Mark with a disgusted look as he held her chin.

Lucille couldn't move; the pain on her side was unbearable as her legs and hand had been bound by the guards.

She shivered and tried to look away, only for Mark to grip her chin hard enough to draw blood.

'She was almost free; why couldn't they just let her be free?' thought Lucille in dismay as tears engulfed her face.

Mark noticed this and groaned annoyed. He flicked her face away before gesturing for the guards to pick her up and lay her on the horse.

"That darn old man must be waiting for his bride; we can't let him wait any longer," Mark stated as he looked to Lucille, who had gone quiet but still struggled when the guards picked her up and ruffly drew her on the horse like a sack of potatoes.

She groaned in pain as her side was touched.

"Oh, be careful. We can't hurt the merchandise," stated a guard as he slapped Lucille back.

"She's the key to our life of luxury," another gaurd stated in laughter as they mounted their horses.

Mark just looked disgusted at the comment. 'That thing is used to buy my luxury; I'd rather give it to the pigs to have their way with it,' thought Mark as he mounted his horse and proceeded for it to move, not before pulling Lucille's tight body closer to not allow her to find a way of running.

Throughout the run to the forest end, which had a brown carriage awaiting them, Lucille was quiet.

Why wouldn't she be quiet? Her life is about to be taken away from her by a cruel and ugly old fart.

She was about to become a caged and bed-pleasing woman shackled down until the day she died. Dreaming about her freedom from a locked window.

What crime or sin have I committed to go through this torture?

I had never in my life asked for anything; I had always been the one giving. Taking the blame for my siblings and being beaten and ridiculed by my father and stepmother for things I had never done.

I had never spoken back to them like my siblings, so why? All I wanted was to be loved.

All I wanted was to be cared for!

Lucille whimpered as she tried to wiggle, only to be gripped by Mark, who gave her a dark glare.

She groaned before trying with her little strength to look at the sky. Staring at the beautiful moon, she wished she could become it and free herself from this miserable life.

But her thoughts were not answered as the moon just continued to shine on her already defeated state.

They reached the carriage and ruffly dropped Lucille to the ground before Mark took her by the hair and dragged her into the carriage.

He dropped her on the ground as he moved in and pulled her face towards him.

"Try any funny business again, and that ugly man will have to live with a virginless bride," stated Mark as he flicked her face away before moving out and slammed the door shut.

Lucille laid them on the ground; her tears had seized, and her eyes had become emotionless. She was like a broken record, as her hands and legs were red from the rope.

Mark huffed, annoyed, as he mounted his horse and told the coachman to move.

The carriage moved, and they continued on their journey. The scene changed, and we were now in the ugly man's home.

More of his bed chamber. Lucille had been bathed as she was dressed in a nightgown that was almost revealing.

The window was opened as air blew into the room, illuminating Lucille's defeated form. Her hair was loose as it fell and covered her face, but we could clearly see the empty eyes as she stared at the sky.

Her hands and legs were freed, as only the red line could indicate that she was ever tied to begin with.

Lucille's blue eyes were empty but sparkled with determination. If she was going to become a darn bitch for the rest of her life, it was better to not live at all.

She moved towards the window, not before taking the kitchen night from the food tray. Her gaze was fully on the night moon as it beckoned her towards it.

She stopped and glanced out the window. The man chamber was very high up; a fall from here would settle death.

She smirked and proudly climbed on the window edge. The wind blew, welcoming her to them as Lucille breathed a sight of air. Her eyes are now filled with joy.

"Lucille!" Mark's voice shouted as he flung through the door in a hurry to catch her. His face was red as he glared daggers at her.

Lucille turned pale as she instinctively used the knife to slash Mark on his wrist when he proceeded to grip her.

He recoiled back in shock, and this allowed Lucille to take the final step of the ledge.

Her body fell through the sky like a stone, but she was happy. A smile on her face as she stared at the moon.

If I am ever given a second life, I would never live for my family.

Instead, I would live for myself, Lucille thought as her body finally collided with the ground.

The moon being her only view as red blood covered the garden ground.

She smiled and finally closed her eyes.