Trapped

Everything had changed since the year 2028. Towns and cities were trashed. What happen to the people? They had to fight for their own lives. Had to scurry far away from the towns and wouldn't even dare step foot into the cities. That's where it all goes downhill. You step in the city but there's no way of coming out. Either you are dead or Trapped. Doesn't matter which one you've end yourselves in you've walked into the darkest depths of darkness. But who knows she might be the lucky one and leave the place unharmed. Unless she cross his path, then there's no way of getting away. Not even a glance. You can't escape him. No one can.

"It's not a dream, it's called Reality"

This one quote changed all of Dayana's thoughts every piece of every one of them. They all went down the waterfall where they could never be grasp again.

Go ahead and read this story if you wanna know what drastic change Dayana had in her life. Was it for the better or for the worst? You'll find out in "Trapped."

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13. Ch.12 |Trapped (h.s)

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~Dayana's POV~

Everywhere I glanced, there were girls dressed in gorgeous gowns and men in suite and ties that were way more expensive then the dress I was wearing. 

Glasses of champagne were passed around by the waiters who roamed the ball room with ease. Almost like they've been in this occasion before and knew what to do and what not to do. 

I wouldn't be surprise if they held this kind of balls, before. Wait what kind of ball was this? What was the big occasion? Either way it felt so wrong to be here. Utterly wrong.

We were currently roaming the ball room, me at Master Harry's side with his arm tangled around my waist. 

As we would pass, we'd stop for a minute to say our hello's (mainly Master Harry) to the guests then leave afterwards. 

"Harry! Ah, haven't seen you in awhile, aye? How've you been?" A tall musclier men about 6'2" in height, with brunette hair and bright blue oceanic eyes, around the age of 25 came into view, and stood in front of us and smiled towards Master Harry. 

"Joao! I've been good. Yourself? tell me how was Italy?" Master Harry asked while giving him one of those bro-hugs the one with the pat on the back. 

"Great! It sure has it's perks." He said grinning at Master Harry. Adverting his eyes from Master Harry, he looked down at me. Smile turning to a full blown out smirk.

"Now who may this stunning girl be?" He asked. I didn't respond, hence I wasn't sure if he was directing the question to Master Harry or myself. 

"Not much of a talker? Or is this ass, not letting you talk?" Ah. So he was talking to me directly. He shot a glimpse at Master Harry then back at me. A smug smile etched on his face. Hearing Master Harry grunt, I tried not to laugh, instead I settled with a smile.

"I'm Dayana. Nice to meet you." I said extending my hand out for him to shake. Taking my hand in his, he lowered his lips and settled a kiss on top of it. 

"Nice to meet you beautiful. I'm Joao." He said giving my hand one last peck and straightening up. Music started playing in the background, Joao smirked and looked at me then at Master Harry. 

"May I have this dance, m'lady?" He asked in a bad imitation of an English accent and extending his hand out for me to take. If it meant getting away from Master Harry than hell yeah! 

"No." Came a respond, but it wasn't coming from me. 

"Well, to bad." Joao said taking my hand and pulling me out before aster Harry could respond. 

Looking behind my shoulder, stood an enraged Master. His eyes caught mine, but trailed down as an arm slip around my waist, eyes filled with wrath. 

Smirking, I slipped my own around Joao and walked away from an angry Master. He wanted me too oblige with what I was told to do. Damn, he's bipolar one moment he wants me to do as said and next he doesn't want me to go. 

Possessive much. 

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