August Monologue

Tinges of scarlet stained my mind on that desolate day. An occurrence that would change my whole life.
“ Pathetic wench, come on, let’s go.” he said. Disgusting, the first, thought that comes to mind to any type of action that he does, fills me with the deepest loathing. I hate him so. When he speaks, the way he walks with every breath, makes my blood boil.
“Why hast you not spoken a word, stinking wench.” he says as he grabs hold of my face, and violently throws me to the ground.
Tis true I’ve not spoken since that, and I refuse to ever speak again, he simply does not deserve my utterance. To be filled with such deep despair, makes me dread each day, my heart breaks. Is not fear that strikes me as I examine this repulsive man, my courage
The shock was so bad not a screech escaped my lips. As I rush outside in a panic, a dark figure catches my eyes, the massacre also in full sight. Misery overtakes my body, falling to the ground paralyzed, as salty crystals creeped out of my eyes. Looking up at the distant shadow, it appears to be drawing near, and I accept, my fate.
“What’s a fairly decent maiden such as yourself doing with such trash? Come, maybe if I bring you to my sire I shall be rewarded.”
I followed the strange, royal looking man in hopes maybe I’ve been rescued? And, I, have never been so wrong. I was forcefully pulled into the direction of a dirt road where a beautiful horse awaited, and an awfully attractive man, he reeked, the repugnant stench of blood. That's when I met his cold, soulless eyes for the first time.
“Sire you seemed to have missed one.” the horsman said.
Missed one? I thought.
“Well isn't this virgin a sight for sore eyes.” the man
TIS A FOOL?” the horseman spoke again
“Is fine Aleksandar, she must be unaware of her position.” he chuckled.
“I, deceitful wench, are the ruler of Wallachia, and soon, the world.”
“I am Vlad the III, also known as Vlad Dracula, the Merciless King.” He proudly states, a conceited smirk plastered upon his filthy face.
“Well, King Dracula, my I ask if you’ve the idea of what’s happened to my village?” I concernedly inquire. Dracula’s sickening cackle echoes throughout the deserted forest.
“To your dismay, virgin, tis my doing.” he answers, fully satisfied.
My expression falters from a look of hope to a look of disarray, as the words pour from his mouth as he's done this many times before, and my mind tries to process the situation. Abruptly, I’m thrown into the back of a wagon, hands and mouth bound.
“What shall we do with the fair maiden, sire?” said Aleksandar
“I’d be a waste to execute such a lovely face, I shall keep her as my play thing for now.” Stated Vlad.
“But sire, what of madame Llona?” asked Aleksandar
“YOU DARE DEFY ME ALEKSANDAR!” shouted Vlad
“No my lord, of course not.” said Aleksander
“As if my pig wife has any permission to intervene in my affairs.” Vlad angrily