•His Princess•

02

 
     I groan lifting my head up and suddenly remembered what happened... my eyes shoot open as I look around the room. My hands are tied behind my back and my legs are tied to the legs of the chair I'm sitting in.

       I wiggle my wrists trying to get free but I have no luck. The room is dark until a door opens in the far corner of the room, the same man who grabbed me, the man who had the gun, walks through the door. He smirks when he notices I'm awake.

     "Where am I." I say sternly, he walks to a table in front of me and leans against it, ignoring me, asshole. "Answer my question" I say a little louder with more anger in my tone. This earns me a smirk. He walks towards me and crouches down in front of me. "You're at my warehouse, but don't worry, we're about to take a short drive to my house." He says as he unties my hands and legs.

"If you think I'm going to your house you aren't very intelligent, because I'll be damned if you think I'm going anywhere with a murderer." He chuckles...is this man crazy..

"You don't have much of a choice, darlin." He says as his thick accent shows. He grabs my arm and drags me beside him. "I do have two legs and can walk." I say huffing, he ignores me once again. We end up outside and walking to his black SUV, he opens the door and throws me inside. Aggressive much.

We're driving for about 5 minutes before turning into a very nice driveway with a gate, the men outside the gate nod as a greeting and open the gates. We drive in and park in front the door. Wow. Is the only word I can't think of when it comes to this house or more like mansion, he steps out the car and opens my door dragging me out. He drags me all the way inside without saying a word.

He opens the door and slightly pushes me in front of him to walk up the stairs, "Why are you so aggressive as if I can't walk on my own" I say rolling my eyes. He ignores me, again, is he mute or some shit.

We end up walking down a hallway and he opens a door and we walk inside, "You'll be staying in here until I figure out what I want to do with you." He says as he leans against the door frame. I scoff, "Why can't I just go home? I won't say anything." He replies with rolling his eyes and says, "You know why" He says then steps out the room, closes and locks the door. I bang on it and say, "Hey! What the fuck!! You can't just lock me in here!!"..... "You asshole!!" I repeatedly yell out the door until I'm out of breath.

      I walk to the bed and try to relax in it. What am I going to do? I have work! I have a damn life and all of a sudden I'm trapped in this house with a damn psychopathic murderer. What feels like hours later, the door is opened and a woman walks in. She leaves a change of clothes on the bed and a tray of food on the nightstand and walks out. 

  Is everyone here fucking mute or something?! I go to the bathroom connected to the room and take a much needed shower and afterwards I change my clothes, like hell am I eating that shit, who knows..maybe they poisoned it. I get in the bed and try to sleep, but I'm kept up for hours, my mind is racing on the millions of possibilities of what could happen here...

    Eventually, my mind itself tires out and I start to doze off. I finally fall asleep with one thing on my mind. I have to get out of here.

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Heyyy my lovelysss!!! This is the second chapter to •His Princess• and I'd like to know what yall think so far, I'm sorry for the late update. Things have been hectic for me lately😭😭but I'll try my best to get chapters out there as best as I can.

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