Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7: ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟻

I'm in a car. I'm not in just some ordinary car. I'm in a yellow banana Mustang car with Prince. The infamous drug dealer & prostitution ring leader, Prince. After the police bust in on the party, they arrested everyone. Me & Prince managed to escape before we could get arrested too. (So as the other different colored Mustang's.) We've been on the road for twenty minutes straight, our location is currently in the middle of nowhere. No trees, buildings, or even a car in sight. Is this considered kidnapping? He didn't force me into the car. I volunteer to get in the yellow banana Mustang because of the armed cops. They were aiming their guns at us so i had no choice. It was either get shot or get arrest. He partially saved me from going to jail or dying. This isn't kidnapping, this is a get-out-of-jail-free card. I think i just used my only one in the pack. Ever since we got in the car, it's been very quiet. I'm sitting in the front seat with him. ( I should be sitting in the back, I don't know him that well.)

The inside of the car wasn't so surprising. It was the typical brand new car from the dealership. It was clean & neat. The familiar smell of lavender & jasmine frangance lingered in the air. The seat covers were black & had the strange symbol in each seat painted in gold. A pair of blue dice was hanging on the rear view mirror along with a tied red bandanna. (At least, he's not a crip or a blood. He might be both, If that's possible.) There was also a mini version of my chain hanging around too expect it had diamonds on it. Real diamonds.

"Do you like music?" His deep voice alerted me. I was so deep into thought that i completely forgot he had a voice. He didn't say much when I first met him. I don't think he's going to say much now.

"Yes." I didn't bother to look him in the eye. Eye contact isn't the best idea at the moment. After what i witnessed tonight, i don't want to make eye contact with anyone ever again.

He reached over & turned on the radio. The song "Mr. Pitiful" by Otis Redding boomed through the car speakers. It made the seat's vibrate & the car shake. I have to say, he doesn't have bad taste in music. Otis Redding is one of my favorite singers. The music wasn't too loud, it was just the strong bass. I held onto the seat belt trying to be at ease by this uncomfortable vibration in my seat. It's making me feel very weird in my woman area. I don't like it. Is the car speakers installed underneath the seats? Because it's not coming from the side door.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere far away from town."

I think i am being kidnapped by this man. The story Mayte told me is questionable. The news did say he is a prostitution ring leader. So what if the story is true? Did he pick us out for a reason? What if he pimps me out? What if Mayte becomes a prostitute too? We're too young, we can't be selling our ourselves to strange men. I'm still a virgin. I don't even know much about sex. (Expect the pregnancies & diseases.) The wild thought sent shivers down my spine. I don't have a weapon to defend myself. I gave my weapons to Mayte. I should've took that karate course when i was seven. Oh, i wish dad was here to save me.

The image of that dead body at the garage roamed through my head. I never seen a dead body before, not in real life. A pimp got shot right in front of me. Although he was a bad person, i felt bad for him. He's dead. What would his family think? Will they get revenge? What about his kids? I'm not scared of death but i am scared of its ways. Death can come in mysterious ways. Sometimes you can cheat death, but you won't get away with it. That dead body frighten me but not scare me. The gun wasn't in my hand. I didn't pull the trigger.

Suddenly, we took a abruptly turn to the left. We were approaching a tall green building. There was a green sign named "Pandora's Hotel" above the building. He parked the car directly in front of the entrance. He got out of the car & came around to open my door. I stepped out covering my chest, its a little chilly out here. I chose the wrong time to wear a crop top. A usher was standing at the front entrance with his hands behind his back. Prince threw his keys at him & grabbed my hand. He lead me inside the hotel lobby. There were two more ushers in the lobby standing by. This hotel must be empty because i didn't see any cars in the parking lot. Or it could be in bad business & not receiving any customers? What if this is his territory where he brings all his women too?