Chapter 42

Kiara

'Dududu-dadada, dududu-dadada,' the chorus, with a snap of fingers to tune it, accompained me as the guard dragged me forward. I groaned in disapproval, but the guard's grip tightened around my arm instead, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my body, causing my frustration to increase tenfold.

I know you are thinking about it, and yes, I also hate it when someone sings when they are dragging me around like that. It makes me feel helpless and adds insult to injury. The melody of the chorus only serves to mock my difficulty in freeing myself from his grasp, deepening my sense of powerlessness in the situation.

The guard, baring his terribly stained yellow teeth in an unplesant laugh, said over his shoulder, "If you don't like the song, I can sing another verse or two." I cringed at the thought of enduring more of his off-key singing, but I knew arguing would only make the situation worse. "You don't like that idea, princess; you can suggest a song then." He