The Prince (Lashton au)

Ashton

"Luke what's going to happen? I'm to young to die! " I say pacing the cell.

"C'mere." he says.

I walk over to him and he pulls me down on top of him. I wrap my legs around his waist. He wraps his arms around my torso and lightly kisses the top of my head.

"Nothing's going to happen." he says to me. "I'm here for you and we aren't going down without a fight."

I bury my head into the crook of his neck and stifle a sob.

"Ash, sh..... we're going to get in trouble if they come over here and see you in my lap crying." he explains.

I wipe the last of my tears on my shirt and sit up.

"I d-don't want to l-leave you Luke." I say.

"You're not going anywhere Ashton." He whispers.

I sit there at a loss of words. A deep laugh emerges from the silence. Luke quickly pushes me off of his lap and runs to the corner

I sit in the middle of the cell alone. A figure forms in the shadows and my heart stops.

The king.

And my family.

My sisters refuse to look at me and my dad has a look of disappointment on his face. My mom looks at me with tear stained cheeks.

But the thing that kills me most is she says, "proceed."

My family leaves and the cell door opens.

"Well, Well, guess what I heard?" Luke's dad asks walking into the cell.

A guard slams the door closed behind him. I crawl to the back corner next to Luke. I'm not supposed to be next to him but he's the only thing that can comfort me. And it's already to late.

"I heard that my son has a crush on this filthy peasant boy." He says with a huge smile spread across his face.

Neither of us respond.

"And I don't allow homosexuals in my kingdom." he explains.

He walks towards us and I scoot closer to Luke.

"I need two guards pronto." he yells.

Two guardsmen walk into the cell with chains in their hands.

"Hang them up." the king says with a smirk.

One of the guards grabs my hands. I slap at him and kick away but he is to strong. He lifts me up and straps the chains to my hands. He attaches the chains to something above me and suddenly my chains begin to rise.

"No! Let me go!" I scream as the chains bring me to the tips of my toes.

The king laughs. I watch as the other guard does the same thing with Luke.

My eyes begin to glaze over with tears and I look over at Luke scared out of my mind. I can tell Luke is scared too. His cheeks are a dark red and his breathing looks struggled.

"Strip them!" King Hemmings announces.

A guard steps towards me and pulls my shirt over my head, disabling my privilege to see. Then I feel my pants slide off of my legs with my boxers following soon after. I stand naked next to Luke and in front of all of these strangers.

"Well look at that," King Hemmings says. "His hole is red."

"Damn sire, your son has a huge dîck. Wish he'd wreck me." A guard says.

He laughs.

I hear something familiar snap. Too familiar. I remember the day I jumped in front of the whip for Luke. How bad it stung. My entire body tenses and
I feel tingles shooting through my spine.