ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ || Judar x Reader

|ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 32|

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When you had woken up the next day there were bandages wrapped around the entirety of your torso. You didn't remember much after your punishment, all you could recall was hearing Sultaana scream your name before blacking out due to the extreme pain and probably blood loss. Having not eaten dinner the night before or breakfast that morning, you were extremely hungry. Sultaana immediately rushed to give you the food that she received this morning, repeatedly pleading for your forgiveness.

"I'm sorry (Y/n), I didn't know he would whip you! I shouldn't have asked you to do anything. I'm so-" You raised your hand, immediately silencing her. Coughing while sitting up, you extended your hand, waiting for the food. She hastily handed it over, controlling her actions more as to not hurt you.

"That sick bastard would do what he wanted eventually. It's not your fault." She hesitantly nodded her head, handing you a bowl of water. You accepted, hoping to replenish yourself. After gulping down the water, you handed the bowl back to her and began to eat the food she had given. It still tasted like poison, but you could tell that it was less than the normal amount. With a raised eyebrow, you suspiciously examined the plate.

"Did he say anything about my dosage while I was asleep?" After placing the bowl in a safe spot, she seemed to think for a minute before shaking her head.

"I didn't hear him say anything about that. But he did say that he needs you to heal because we only have a week of traveling left and if you get there in the state you're in you'll be a waste." You lifted your head, a new curiosity forming. You glanced around for a second, observing everyone and everything. They seemed to be acting normal for the most part.

"I see, so he wants me to fight at a coliseum, just as I thought." You moved around, getting into a position that was far more comfortable. The wounds on your back continued to sting, however, you managed to endure the pain. Even though it was slight, that small decrease of poison allowed your healing factor to get to work.

As if remembering something important, the young girl turned back to grab something from the corner. She turned back with something folded in her hands. You raised an eyebrow, confused as to what she was holding out to you.

"I was told to give you this when you woke up. I believe it's a shirt and skirt, he wants you to change into it. He said your state now is too distracting for his men." You scowled, not at her, but the words he said. It wasn't your fault that the shirt you wore was torn by their animalistic attacks. And it sure as hell wasn't your problem that people couldn't keep their eyes off you. Pointing back at the dark corner she had gotten the outfit from, you gestured for her to place it back.

"I'll change when I don't have the risk of bleeding out onto them." Truth be told you would have changed, you felt disgusting wearing the same outfit for over a week without the chance to wash or change. However, since that man wanted you to, you wouldn't out of pure spite. He wouldn't harm you now due to the time restraints. So you would be as much of an inconvenience as possible.

"I'm tempted to attack the guards but I don't think they'll appreciate that. Did they give a name of the coliseum?" She shook her head almost immediately and you sighed. You were beginning to formulate a plan for your escape, but to succeed you needed to know where you were. It was already difficult enough, but if you were left to wander around with no idea where to go you would surely be caught again.

"Sultaana, I need you to listen out to what they are saying at all times. If guards are speaking listen. We have a unique ability where we can hear what they can't. Pay close attention." You spoke in a quiet voice that you knew only she would be able to hear. She nodded her head, taking your words very seriously. There was silence for a moment, both of you listening to your surroundings. It was quiet, besides for the moving wagons and the wind which was quite odd.