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He told me it made me special in some way because our family’s talent runs through my veins.
But the thing I discovered?
Regardless of whether you’re a prince or not…
You experience agony all the same.
As monsters who feast on your flesh do not care about your bloodline.
They care about their cravings and your downfall.”
Florian
Florian, five years old
The loud whistling echoes through the space, mixing with the water dripping from the tap nearby as the concrete floor underneath us vibrates from the heavy footsteps, speeding up my heartbeat to the point of feeling it in my throat.
I scrunch my eyes and try to see something in the distance through the metallic cage’s bars, to study the monster who took us away in the middle of the night and brought us here.
Only a single bulb flickering on and off brightens up the darkness around us while disgusting sweet smells float in the air, making me cough a lot, and I do my best to ignore the weird noises coming from under the sink. By the red flashes, I think it’s rats, and I just can’t.
We’ve already had cockroaches running all over us, and I almost vomit in disgust at the thought, my bare toes curling into the concrete while sweat slides down my back because it’s so hot in here.
“Florian,” Frederick whispers, pressing his body closer to mine as my arm wraps around his shoulders. “I’m afraid, Florian.” He trembles, and I bite on my lower lip to keep myself from crying or whimpering because one of us needs to be strong.
Although it’s so hard.
All I want to do is call for Daddy so he can come and save us, but that’s not an option, and since Frederick refuses to act like the oldest sibling should, it’s my job to keep us safe.
Our family always warned us that due to our status and wealth, we have to be protected at all costs because bad men can use us to get money. If we do end up in a situation like this, though, we should remember that until they get money, they won’t touch us, so we should act as calm as possible.
In other words, do not antagonize them to stall time.
Padrino Lucian always said, Survive. Survive until you can beat them.
So that’s my main goal now despite my fear.
“What should we do?” my twin asks, and I just shake my head, squeezing him harder and hoping he’ll shut up so he won’t spill any beans in his nervous state.
That’s when three men enter the basement, or maybe it’s just a warehouse? They brought us here by covering our eyes, so we haven’t seen anything.
The one in the middle is more on the leaner side, wearing an expensive suit while a mask covers his face and a diamond watch glistens on his wrist.
He focuses his sharp gaze on me, and my insides clench, reading rage and anticipation in them. “Why the fuck are there two of them?” He barks the question, and the two beefy men on either side of him tense. Compared to him, they wear jeans and T-shirts while their shoes are smeared in dirt, and overall, they have a rather messy appearance.
They must work for him.
Then his words register in my mind, and my brow furrows.
So he wanted just to get one of us? Why? Maybe it’s easier to handle ransom for one kid rather than two.
One of them finally replies, “We didn’t know which one to take. They’re identical!”
Whenever someone says this, I find it so strange because we aren’t identical at all besides our blond hair and green eyes. We don’t even wear the same clothes, but to my frustration, practically no one can tell us apart.
Except Daddy and my godparents.
Uncle Lucian and Aunt Esme aren’t Frederick’s godparents because Mother refused, throwing a whole hissy fit, as Grandpa called it, and insisted that her friends have the honor.
