Perfect Princess

Chapter 3

Where am I? The hell? It's cold. Where's my shirt? Right. Kidnapped by Will. What happened? Hold on. My shirt. And my pants. Thank XD I still have boxers on. I'm lying on someone. Wilbur. What did he do. Oh prime. Don't tell me he... No. No. No. No. No. He said he wouldn't do that if I was unconscious. Unless... He didn't drug me, right? Damn it! I was in the shower when he was making dinner. Oh prime. Maybe he didn't. He could've just taken my clothes off. Please let that be the case. I move and there's no response from the body beneath me. I get off the bed quietly. Reminds me of my dad, back when... Nope. Not reliving trauma right now. I'm getting enough right now. I walk out of the room and to the bathroom beside it. Oh prime. There are purple and light pink marks all along my body, the occasional bite mark here and there. Wilbur drugged me. Wilbur drugged me and had sex with me. How wonderful. That bastard. But I don't feel hurt. Oh prime. I consented to it, didn't I? I probably liked it too. I slide down the wall and curl into a ball. I'm hyperventilating. A panic attack. I'm having a stupid panic attack. Oh my prime, I'm weak.

I can't believe I did that. Drugged my princess. At least I didn't do anything... Wrong. Marks aren't bad. My bed is cold. Where's my princess. Crying. I can hear him crying. I get up immediately. I grab his shirt and pants and walk into the bathroom. He's curled into a ball, crying and hyperventilating. I did this to him. He probably thinks we had sex. It's not like he remembers last night. He looks beautiful covered in my marks. No. Don't get distracted, Wilbur. I place the clothes at his feet.

"Princess, I brought you something." He looks up at me and tenses, attempting to move farther back against the wall. He's scared. Of me. Me. I would never hurt him if it wasn't necessary. I have an idea. I leave the bathroom and head into the kitchen where I had plugged his phone in. I grab mine, which is next to it and copy Quackity's phone number into his. There. The least I can do. Of course, I'll have to set a few rules, but he'll be happy. I leave it there. A surprise for my darling. I walk back into the bathroom to find Schlatt has put on the pants. He's staring in the mirror, running a hand over the marks I made.

"Why." He says. "Why did you do this?" What should I say? That I was pent up? I needed him? I didn't need him. I wanted him. "It's my fucking body, Will. And you decided to just do what you want with it." He turns to me, tearing up.

"Princess- Schlatt. We didn't do that. When we were about to, you looked at me and... That look in your eyes. I just couldn't do it. We just cuddled and fell asleep. The marks are from before." Prince- Schlatt seems happier with that. "I'm so sorry, Schlatt. I did something for you." He seems curious. I put out my hand for him to grab. He hesitates but eventually takes it. I lead him to the kitchen where his phone is. He looks at me curiously. "Check the contacts." His eyes light up and he quickly opens his phone and goes to the contact app.

"Quackity..." He whispers. I nod. He smiles. I missed that. Prime, I'm weak for him. It's only been, what, two days and I've already given him a phone number. "Thank you, Will." He turns around and kisses me. Kisses me! It's wonderful. I press him against the counter, putting more heat into it. He pushes me back. "I- I didn't-" I cut him off with a small peck.

"I know, my dear. I still appreciate it though. About the phone, however. I do have some rules." He nods. "1. You can't ask for numbers from him. 2. You can't tell him about our situation. You may tell him you're staying with me, but you're not allowed to tell him I kidnapped you. 3. You're not allowed to hint towards anything regarding him helping you escape. Behavior like that will be punished." He nods. Good. "You will have the whole house to yourself. I need to help Tommy with something today. Is that okay?" He nods. Wonderful. I just hope he won't try anything. I don't want to do something to him I'll regret.

I can't believe he left me alone for the day. I haven't really done much. I ended up watching the entirety of a show. Only 8 half hour episodes, but it did kill 4 hours of free time. I need a strategy. To leave. Quackity won't work. Wilbur has cameras everywhere. But if all he wants is my affection, maybe I can do something with that. Without being super intimate. Convince him that I actually love him so he'll let me go. He needs help. It's too bad I didn't see it sooner. Then it would've prevented this. My phone buzzes. Quackity.

'Dude where are you?'

'Schlatt please I'm worried'

'Please don't tell me you died'

I smile. He's actually worried. What a dork.

'Schlatt is dead. It is only Mr. President now'

'Oh thank XD your alive'

'Give me your address'

'im coming to g t you'

'Chill. I'm taking a vacation. I'm at my bfs house'

'for how long'

'whos your bf'

'youv never mentioned him before'

'None of your business. Idk how long. Got too stressed. I'll let you know tho'

There. That works. Ugh. I'm so bored. And hungry. Will definitely has my favorite snacks, so I walk to the kitchen. His pantry, as expected, has all the snacks I like. I grab a box of cheezitz and a bowl and pour it. Quackity used to tease me about all the junk food I eat. I responded with a snarky remark, always something about how I work out all the time. I had lied to Will. I did like Quackity. We both knew we liked eachother. We just didn't want anything to become of it. Sure, hook-ups were fun, but not the date stuff. Running a country is stressful. That, plus a boyfriend, would be hell. Small kisses exchanged in secret, cuddling in my office when no one was there, occasional hook-ups, that was all fine with us. None of the actual dating bull though. Hands wrap around me and a head is on my shoulder. I didn't even hear him come in. He nuzzles his face into my neck, peppering kisses on it. I tense and he stops.

"I apologize, princess. I didn't mean to interrupt." I mumble a it's fine and push him back. I grab my bowl and walk to the couch to sit. He sits next to me and grabs the remote.

"Will." He turns to me with curious eyes. "I..." I take a shuddering breath. You can do this. You can do this. "I want to make a deal with you." He tilts his head. "I'll agree to date you-" He lights up immediately. Before he can talk, however, I begin again. "With some stipulations." He nods vigorously. "We can cuddle and hug and occasionally, I'll kiss you. However, you're not allowed to drug me or fuck me or give me hickeys. Making out is to be decided." He nods. "Deal?"

"Yes, of course, Princess!" I forgot how much I loved his smile. No. I don't like him. He puts an arm around me, and for once, I don't tense. I can live with this. Until I escape, of course. But that is a problem for later. For now, I can just enjoy this little victory.