When the War began, there was no conflict.

When the war began, there was no conflict, just a silent invasion, creeping in bit by bit. Only now that we have lost do we fight, our King was assassinated. He left us, leaving his loyal subjects unprotected from the virus. Many caught it, never to come around, some did, some saw it's beauty and let it take them, before realizing that beauty was a lie, and some, some stayed strong and fought, and they still fight for FREEDOM! This is the Land of Movellas, or should I say Erotica?

We are slaves to an empire, where safe is a word used only by citizens, the outcasts will fight, for as long as it takes, because the rebels will restore the Land to Movellas and they will make it powerful once again!

I hope you like this book, it's suppose to portray what Movellas was and what it is now. It's a kind of fun story, follow the hero's. (They may or may not be real people from Movellas)

Thank's for reading!


17. Chapter 16

(*Shire's POV*)

That was probably the worst thing you could have just said Mel, why did you tell him it didn't hurt?

"I noticed" answered Styles, trying to sound nonchalant as he loosened the chains around her wrists, but I could tell he was trying to think of something else to torture her with.

"Are you sure that wasn't yoghurt after all?" I quickly interrupted, trying to turn Styles' attention to me.

He turned "And how would you know? You want to try it?" he snarled

Maybe that worked a little too well.

"Let me think for a while" I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster

"Did you actually just ask that question Styles? I knew you were-" I broke off, wincing as he slapped my cheek hard

"I'll deal with you later" Styles turned back to Mel


"That's right coward" I snapped, noticing for the first time Mels mouthing something at me:

"Shire don't, he's only going to hurt you too"

Better me then you Mel, you've been hurt enough

"You're the coward" Malik argued, anxious to make sure he was in Styles' good books. Or should I not say books? After all the only thing Styles did with both them and the libraries was destroying.

"And how exactly am I a coward?" I demanded angrily. Malik just looked down at his feet and shuffled awkwardly. I snorted. "Do you even know the meaning of the word-"

I broke off and ducked Malik's fist as best as I could, still being tied to a chair. Pain shot through my arms, but it was worth seeing him howl in agony as his hand smashed into wood. Mel's laughter rang out.

"How dare-"

"I don't know if when someone punches- tries to punch you- you just sit there and let them do so Malik, but I certainly don't"

"If you do that again-"

"I've never really known the point of empty threats, seeing as you seem to be an expert at it why don't you explain to me Malik?"

"Enough, both of you!" Styles yelled in annoyance

"Temper, temper Styles" Mels giggled sweetly, biting her lip to hold in laughter. I couldn't help giggling- oh no you don't Malik!

"Are you sure you should be saying that to me?" Styles asked Mel as I aimed a kick at him. Malik being about a metre away from me, I missed.

"Of course I'm sure!" Mel replied, acting surprised at Styles' comment "I wouldn't have said it otherwise"

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