They call them the Crimson Fold. High up in their castle they look down on my little world and wield a silent control. That is, until the invitations are sent out.

I never dreamed I’d be selected. They tell me it’s a privilege. I should be honored. But the fear in their eyes doesn’t lie.

If I refuse to go, my family will be shunned. If I go, my life and my body will no longer be mine. It’ll be theirs.

At midnight it will be over. At Midnight I’ll be his.