Lily walked toward the academy, tears in the corners of her eyes, her lips trembling, and her hands shaking at the thought of everything that awaited her in this terrifying place
She watched in silence, fear gripping her, as the dark castle loomed before her—the Eclipsed Academy of Valemont. Its black, ancient walls made her heart pound with a heavy, uneasy rhythm. Following the old woman dressed in a black gown, her white hair perfectly styled, and her cold, unwavering gaze fixed on Lily, she said in sharp tone , 'Follow me... Lily Silvaris.'
'Y-yes, miss...' Lily nodded nervously, feeling chills run down her spine as she walked behind the woman, wishing she could run back to her family—but they were the ones who had sent her here
The old Woman opened the door, and Lily walks in expecting it to be her room. As she stepped inside, a sight of pure horror made her heart leap and her mouth go dry. On the bed, four naked women lay sleeping, their bodies covered in vivid red and blue marks.
Her face went ashen as she turned to the woman from the academy in terror, a gasp catching in her throat. The woman's grip was harsh and unyielding as she seized Lily's arm, her fingers digging in cruelly. "This is your place in this academy now," she stated, her voice a low, chilling whisper. "And I expect you to behave."
Lily's eyes darted back to the horrific scene on the bed. A wave of nausea washed over her. The women were so still in their sleep, their bodies a canvas of brutal artistry. What kind of place was this? What would they do to her? Fear, cold and sharp, wrapped itself around her heart, squeezing the air from her lungs. She tried to pull away, to escape the woman's iron grip, but it was useless.
"Don't even think about it," the woman warned, her grip tightening further. "You'll learn. They all do. Now, come." She gave a sharp tug, dragging a trembling Lily further into the room and towards the dreadful scene on the bed.
"Please," Lily whimpered, her voice a fragile, trembling sound. "Please, I want to go home." Tears streamed down her face, hot and fast, as she tugged at the woman's grip with the frantic, useless energy of a trapped animal. "I want to go home! Please, let me go!"
Her pleas were a desperate, childlike wail, a stark contrast to the grim silence of the room and the chilling sight on the bed. The Woman didn't respond, her expression as cold and hard as stone. She simply held on, a silent promise that Lily's pleas would not be answered.
Her sobs grew more frantic, a high-pitched cry that tore through the heavy silence. The woman's grip remained firm, but a low murmur from the bed made Lily's head snap up. One of the sleeping women stirred, her eyes fluttering open. A slow, cruel smirk spread across her lips. Then another woman woke, then another, their gazes locking onto Lily's trembling form.
"Look at the new one," a voice slurred from the bed, laced with mocking laughter. "So scared, so Small ."
"Don't worry, little bird," another woman taunted, a sly grin on her face. "You'll be just like us soon enough. All the pretty colors. All the pretty marks."
Their laughter echoed in the room, a chilling chorus of mockery that twisted the knife of Lily's terror. Her pleas for home died in her throat, replaced by a terrified silence as she stared at the leering faces of the women, each one a grim reflection of what her future held.
The woman from the academy's grip finally released Lily, but it was only to shove her forward. "Stay here and think about your place," she commanded, her voice like ice. She backed out of the room, and the heavy door slammed shut with a sickening thud, the lock clicking into place with a final, metallic sound.
Lily's cries of "Please!، Don't leave me here !" were muffled by the thick wood. She stumbled towards the door, her hands fumbling against the cold surface, her small fists banging against it with the frantic rhythm of a child's terror.
She slumped to the floor, her pleas turning into a breathless, desperate wail. Trapped in the room with the smirking women, she felt a suffocating wave of despair wash over her, a helpless, bone-deep fear. She was alone. She was trapped. And The women were watching her every move.
Lily, still sobbing, pressed her back against the cold, unforgiving door. Her small body shook with tremors, and she wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to find comfort. With a trembling hand, she wiped the tears from her cheeks, leaving streaks of dirt behind. "He will come," she whispered to herself, the words a fragile, desperate plea. "My father will come for me. He will come and save me."
She repeated it again and again, a mantra against the growing terror, her voice barely a whisper, her lips still quivering
A new voice cut through Lily's desperate mantra, a low, husky sound that made her flinch. "He won't," one of the women on the bed said, her eyes fixed on Lily's terrified face. "No one comes here. Not for us. And not for you."
The first one smirked, a cruel glint in her eyes as she leaned forward slightly. "Just wait until you meet the boys who own this place. Then you'll really learn what fear is" Her words hung in the air, a cold, heavy weight that settled over Lily's shoulders, eclipsing even the faint hope of her father's arrival. The other women in the bed stirred, their eyes glinting with a shared, unspoken dread, a ripple of fear that betrayed their otherwise taunting demeanor.
Lily's cries died in her throat, replaced by a suffocating silence as she watched their eyes flicker with genuine terror. It wasn't just a threat; it was a promise. She had been so focused on the women, on their menacing marks and cruel laughter, that she hadn't considered who or what was behind it all..
"What boys?" Lily whispered, her voice a reedy, trembling sound and her heart pounding in her chest in heavy feeling
A new voice, cold and sharp, cut through the tension. It belonged to the woman who had flinched earlier, a stark contrast to the first woman's cruel taunts. "They are the Monsters that come to you under the bed.." she said, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. She listed their names, a string of syllables that hung in the air like a curse:
" Darketh , Kryden, Azra, and Darsin ." A shiver went through the room as she spoke, and the other women, who had been watching with detached amusement, now stared at Lily with a mix of pity and warning.
Another woman spoke, her voice laced with a genuine, bone-deep fear. "Avoid them at all costs, They will eat you alive." The words hung in the air, a final, terrifying promise of the dark fate that awaited her.
Lily's breath hitched in her throat, a cold dread creeping into her veins. It wasn't just a threat anymore; it was a testament to the horror she had yet to face. The marks on the women's bodies suddenly seemed less like signs of punishment and more like branded warnings. Lily looked at the women, at their terrified faces, and the full weight of her new reality descended upon her. She wasn't just a captive; she was prey.
"I'm Mia," the first woman said, her voice a low murmur. She had fiery red hair and a spray of freckles across her nose. "This is Chloe," she gestured to a tall, silent woman with short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. "And this is Sarah," she pointed to a woman with long, blonde hair whose expression was a mixture of fear and defiance. "And that's Lena," she finished, indicating the woman with sad, brown eyes who had flinched at the boys' names. The other women offered small, bitter nods, their gazes still fixed on Lily,
Lily's gaze, still clouded with tears, dropped to the women's bodies, her eyes lingering on the stark, brutal artistry of their wounds. "Your marks," she whispered in tears , her voice barely audible "Who caused this..?"A sigh escaped the women. It was Mia who answered, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. "This place isn't an academy. It's a cage. We aren't students; we're property."
Chloe, the tall, silent woman, spoke next, her voice a low, chilling monotone. "The red marks are for disobedience. The blue...those are for pleasure. Their pleasure." A shudder went through the room.
"It's a game to them," Sarah said, her voice laced with bitterness. "A game where we're the pawns. We perform for them, we obey their every whim, and they give us these pretty little 'prizes.'" She pointed to a fresh blue mark on her thigh, a grim, mocking gesture.
"And if you don't play along," Lena added, her sad brown eyes filled with a hollow emptiness, "they remind you. With the red."
The truth of their words was a physical blow to Lily. The academy's pristine facade crumbled, revealing a horrific reality. The red and blue marks weren't just bruises; they were a language of ownership, a brutal chronicle of their torment. The silent room, with its four marked inhabitants, became a chilling testament to the horrors that awaited her
"Don't even try to fight it," Mia said, her voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "Just... don't. The only way you'll survive is to stay out of their way. Don't look them in the eye. Don't speak to them unless you're spoken to. They'll find you, eventually. They find everyone. Just try not to give them a reason to pay too much attention to you."
Her mind reeled with their chilling words, but a single, terrifying thought cut through the fear: she didn't even know what they looked like. How could she avoid what she couldn't recognize?
The thought was an anchor of despair, pulling her down. She slid her bag from her shoulder and let it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Tears streamed down her face, a steady, hopeless river, as she curled up on the hard, cold ground beside it, finally succumbing to the overwhelming exhaustion of terror.
She didn't have the strength to stand, to fight, or to even hope anymore. She simply lay there and wept herself to sleep, surrounded by the haunting silence and the watchful eyes of the women
Lily awoke the next morning to the jarring sound of yelling. Her brown eyes, puffy and red from a night of crying, slowly opened to a pale, unfamiliar ceiling. Two women from the academy, not the ones from the night before, were standing over her, their faces contorted in anger.
"Up! Now!" one of them shrieked, yanking her to her feet with a brutal tug on her arm. "You think you can sleep all day? Get your academic clothes on, now!"
The other woman grabbed Lily's bag, shaking out a pristine white uniform and throwing it at her. "Hurry up! Or you will be punished ."
Before she could even fully comprehend their words, she was being pulled out of the room and dragged down the hall. Her legs, still weak from fear and exhaustion, struggled to keep up as they half-carried, half-pulled her towards the dining hall. Her stomach churned with a mixture of terror and nausea, her mind racing with one horrifying thoughts
They practically threw Lily into the dining room. A hundred students, a sea of white uniforms just like hers, turned to stare. The sheer number of eyes on her was overwhelming. She felt like a cornered animal, and without a second thought, she scurried to the nearest empty table, pressing herself against the wall in the farthest corner of the room.
She tucked her trembling hands into her lap, trying to make herself as small as possible. The tears she'd tried so hard to hide began to well up again, but she fought them back, using the sleeve of her uniform to wipe her face as she pretended to be absorbed in her breakfast, a pathetic attempt to blend in.
Lily's eyes, wide with horror, darted across the crowded room. what she saw makes her freeze in her place . Students were openly kissing at tables, their hands roaming freely over one another. At a few tables, couples were half-naked making sex in front of everyone . The sight was so foreign, so deeply unsettling, that a wave of nausea washed over her.
She pressed her back further into the cold stone wall, a trembling leaf in a hurricane. She was completely out of her element, trapped in a world where the rules she knew no longer applied, a world where boundaries were not only crossed but completely erased.
The nauseating sight was too much. Lily stomach churned, and she pushed away from the table, a sudden, desperate need to escape seizing her. She didn't care where she was going; she just had to get out. With her head down, she rushed blindly through the crowded room, her legs stumbling over a discarded bag. She fell forward, her hands flailing, only to be caught by a pair of strong, unyielding hands.
She looked up, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Her blood ran cold. Standing over her was a boy with dark, piercing eyes and a cruel smirk that sent a shiver of pure terror down her spine. It was a face she had never seen, but the malevolent glint in his eyes made her heart clench in fear
His face was a masterpiece of menace. A jagged scar ran from his eyebrow to his jawline, a pale, angry line against his skin. Tattoos of intricate, thorny vines twisted their way up his neck, disappearing under the collar of his uniform, and down his visible arm, dark ink against his pale skin. His features were sharp, chiseled as if from stone, and his dark hair was a wild, untamed mess , He scared her ..
He held her with the unyielding strength of a monster, his fingers digging into her side. His smirk widened, and his eyes, as dark and cold as a winter night, raked over her trembling form. "Lost, little doll?" he purred, his voice a low, gravelly sound that seemed to rumble through her very bones. The smirk was a familiar, horrifying promise of what was to come..