"I need to die." That was the only thought as she watched the man place a syringe in front of her and walk out. She could feel her skin crawl and her brain jump into overdrive to pick up the syringe and pump it into her. That would stop the pain that she was feeling all over as well as the feeling of ants crawling all over her body.
There was no need to make herself suffer. She tried to think of anything that would give her hope to fight this injection but it was no use. She watched the four women around her who had already injected themselves and were now staring at her syringe with hungry eyes. If these women were not tied in place with a chain to the wall, then she was sure they would have already attacked her for it.
A certain Prince glaring at the author.
Author: "?"
Christopher: My wife already has amnesia! She does not remember me! And now that you have sent me away to fight, she is not even missing me! My dear author! This is a romance novel! Romance! How is that going to happen if we are not together and then to top it off, we are not even missing each other...Heck, she has not even thought of me even once!
Author: Jeannie, please tell him that you miss him.
Jeannie: Ha! Never!
Author: ".."