Seventy-five

“Wake up, Luna.” I felt cold metal against my skin as I opened my eyes. The room was dark, but the moonlight provided me with enough light to identify how many people were in the room. There were three people. All of them were males.

“Who are you?” I gulped, slowly sitting up. The knife was still pressed against my neck. Nobody taught me what to do in situations like this. There were so many things I wanted to learn, but it seemed like I wouldn't be able to learn any of them.

“Get up!” one of them snapped at me, hauling me by my hair as a yelp escaped my lips.

“Leave me alone!” I screamed, trying to push his hands away from me. Where were the guards?

“Shut up, bitch!” A strong slap landed on my face and I felt my arms being yanked behind my back. I cried out in pain as I felt something rough being wrapped around my wrists, my wrists were on fire. Why did the ropes burn like that?

“Take her!” I was thrown towards one of them as he pulled me out