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For as long as I could remember, I had been known as Plain Jane. It wasn’t the name I was born with, but my true identity had long faded into obscurity. This was meant to be my third and final reaping, a pivotal moment in my life. If no one chose me this time, my future held only two grim possibilities: a life as a rogue or a gruesome death at the hands of Alpha George.

Alpha George was the sole arbiter of our destinies, the tyrant who ruled our lives with an iron fist. In rare cases, if he perceived any utility in the girls he rejected, they might find themselves consigned to the kitchens or tasked with training the younger girls. On occasion, the more attractive ones were chosen to become his breeders, forced into a nightmarish existence as instruments of his desire. But most of the time, he had no use for us; he preferred to snuff out our lives in a manner that could only be described as horrifying.

Alpha George was far from a benevolent leader. He reveled in cruelty, or so the whispers in the hushed confines of the red palace claimed. However, it was impossible to discern the truth from the rumors, for we were prisoners of this crimson fortress. Until the day of the reaping, we had no contact with men, living in a cloistered existence devoid of the outside world.

As I prepared for the fateful day, I couldn’t help but reflect on the absurdity of my life. My name, or lack thereof, was a testament to my insignificance. In the world governed by Alpha George, only the strongest, the most beautiful, or those with some skill to offer had any worth. I was none of those. I was plain, ordinary, and easily overlooked.

The day of the reaping arrived like a shadow hanging over the red palace. We were lined up in the grand hall, adorned in the red gowns that had become our uniform. We stood there, tense and anxious, our fates dangling by a precarious thread. It was a day fraught with tension, one that could mark the end of our lives as we knew them.

I watched as Alpha George, a formidable figure with a cold, calculating gaze, began to survey the lineup of girls. His eyes moved from one to another, appraising, assessing, and deeming. In that moment, we were reduced to commodities, evaluated for our worth in his skewed world.

The tension in the hall was palpable as Alpha George’s scrutiny lingered on each girl in turn. I held my breath, hoping against hope that I might escape the fate that had befallen so many others before me. Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be deemed useful or if I would face the ominous alternative—a life as a rogue, an outcast in a hostile world.

As Alpha George’s gaze finally landed on me, time seemed to stand still. The decision that would shape the rest of my life now lay in his hands. The fate of Plain Jane, a nameless girl in a crimson world, was about to be sealed, and I could only pray for a glimmer of mercy in the heart of the merciless Alpha.