Perfect Princess

Chapter 1

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Everything was dark. There was very clearly a blindfold on me. I could feel the fabric. I couldn't hear anyone at the moment, and it's not like I exiled anyone from the country when I won, as much as I wanted to exile Wilbur. There's the creaking of a door and soft footsteps get louder as they approach me. From what I can hear they're wearing socks. The blindfold is removed and I find myself in a beautiful room. A room that looks exactly like my own bedroom. I'm sitting on a chair, my hands handcuffed, resting on the desk. The person who undid the blindfold hums something as they walk so I can see them.

"Oh! You're awake. I thought I was going to be able to move you from this spot, but oh well. Good morning princess." Wilbur? What the hell? Did he cloroform me? "I'll uncuff you." He pulls out a key, unlocking the cuffs. "There." Immediately I stand up, moving out of the enclosed space between my desk and chair and run for the door. Wilbur makes no move to stop me. I jiggle the handle, but it doesn't budge. "It's locked." I turn towards him. 

"What? Why is my door locked? Why are you keeping me here? Why did you cloroform me? Where am I?" My tone is urgent, desperate even. Wilbur merely smiles, sitting on the bed. He motions for me to sit beside him. I slowly walk toward him and sit as far away as I can. He seems happy by this, none the less. 

"Your room is locked because I didn't want you escaping. There are alarms on all exits and an alarm on your door that will send me a notification if you open it, once I unlock it. There are cameras in every room, including your own. I want you to feel safe, darling. Without escaping of course." Keep me here? Forever? I grab my phone, which is thankfully still in my pocket. I open my messages, but every contact is gone. Except Wilbur's. "I deleted their numbers. You won't be needing them for a while." Oh my prime. I'm trapped here and I can't even tell Quackity, let alone anyone who could do something!

"Why are you keeping me here." I repeat my question from earlier. "Is it for political gain? Do you want money? I can give you that." Wilbur shakes his head, still smiling. 

"No, my dear. I want something far more valuable than money." He grabs my wrist, pulling me toward him, close enough to his face that he could kiss me. "I want you." My eyes widen as he kisses my nose. "You're all I've ever wanted. Ever since I saw you. I know everything about you. Just so that I could create a perfect paradise for you, right in my own home." He gets increasingly excited as he speaks. 

"But what if I don't want that?" I ask, quietly. His smile fades. "What if I don't want to stay here. With you. I have a life, Wilbur. Im the president." His hand cups my cheek as his face darkens. " I need to get back to that." He grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him.

"You don't have a choice, princess. You live here now. I'm not allowing you to leave. Not again." He lets go of my wrist and I quickly move back away from him. "There are clothes for you in the closet. If you meet me for breakfast tomorrow, I'll give you someone's number. So you have contact aside from me." Wilbur stands up walking towards the door. He unlocks it, opening the oak. " Goodnight, princess." He steps out, almost closing the door. Almost as an after thought, he turns back to me. " If you get lonely or scared, my room is across from yours. Kitchen is at the end of the hallway. Bathroom is next to mine." 

" Thanks..." I say quietly. He smiles, then leaves, closing the door behind him. I flop down on the bed. " This has to be a bad dream." I whisper to myself.

My door was unlocked when I woke up. I walked down the hall, then downstairs. Wilbur's eyes follow me as I walk toward his cabinet. I grab a box of my favorite cereal (of course he has my favorite cereal...), milk, and a bowl. I pour the cereal and milk inside (cereal first, of course), then put everything back. I sit beside Will without speaking. He watches me as I eat.

"You gonna keep staring at me like that, or are you gonna give me the phone number you promised." I say to him angrily. He watches for a moment, then smiles.

"I want something first." I motion to continue. "What do you think I want, princess?" I stare at him for a moment in disbelief.

"If you think I'm gonna have sex with you, you do not know me." Wilbur's eyes widen, then he laughs. He shakes his head franticly. 

"No, my dear. I wouldn't force you to do something that extreme. I only want a kiss." I stated at him. Just a kiss? Now I know this guy is a psycho.

"No. No way. You fucking kidnapped me, Wilbur! Besides, I'm interested in other people..." His smile fades into a frown. His eyes unfocus, and I can tell he's planning on murdering someone.

"Is it Quackity? I swear to Prime, I'll kill him. Stupid duck hybrid." He starts mumbling. Something along the lines of privileged fuck. 

"No. It's not Quackity. He's just a friend. And why does it matter? You said I wasn't going to leave." Wilbur nods.

"But if you still love someone else, they're in the way of us." Really? Us? Like that's going to happen again. 

"We were over a long time ago, Soot. You need to get over it." He stares at me. "Look. I get that with the obsession you had of me, it's hard to let go. But we are friends. Nothing more." He sighs.

"That's really too bad. I didn't want to have to do this." I give a questioning look. He gets up, then picks me up. I start hitting him immediately. 

"SOOT YOU GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME. PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW." Wilbur ignores my screams. He kicks open the door to what he said was his room, putting me on the bed. I glare at him. 

"Princess, I don't want to have to lock you in here. Just give me a chance. That's all I'm asking." He sits beside me. "Please. All I want is a hug." I just glare at him. He sighs again, getting up. " I'll check back on you in an hour. There's a bathroom in the next room." I don't speak. He seems sad, but leaves, locking the door. I can survive an hour. I wonder what he has in his room. Anything I can incapacitate him with. I go to one of the doors, since there's too. I assume it's the bathroom, so open the door. Immediately I'm presented with clothes. Nevermind. I assume he's not that much of a psychopath. Is that my sweater? A black, fur jacket hangs beside a trenchcoat. Definitely mine. He probably stole it. I close the closet, opening the door beside it. Bathroom. I check the medicine cabinet. Ibuprofen, Melatonin, Prozac. On a separate shelf, Latuda, Zoloft, Celexa, and Propranolol. My medicines. I guess the others are his. Prozac for BPD? Nothing here will help me escape, though it's good to know where my medicine is, if I need it. I walk back to the room. I should sleep. I lay on the bed, passing out