Unkissed. (Rated R)

58. 🐸

The baton strikes me across the jaw, whipping my head violently to the right, strings of blood fly from my mouth before he grabbed a fistful of my curls and twisted my head back. Held down by both arms, each man locked me in place.

"Answer me!" the man roars. I am beaten black and blue, my eyes swirl to align the blurry colors, one of them was hard to see through due to the swelling, thick liquid pools down my mouth and eyes. I could not speak, not when I felt my jaw tearing. The man above me mutters something in his language, and a hand cupped my jaw, forcing my head up to the enraged flames in his eyes.

His voice dark and gravellike as he says. 'You will repent for what you have done to the king and queen. Even if I cut off every finger doing so.'

My years of training in mandarin paid off exceptionally, if only I felt an emotion in that moment, or the need to save my life. His dark eyes holding a promise as he foamed at the mouth, but just as he moved his figure away, there stood Gunter, and Tiana. At the other side of the glass, dried blood stains blur away half her features.

But from what could be seen, her puffy eyes did not look at me, she looks away from the monster.

My head twisted back, and he arrows his elbow upwards with the baton, remnants of my crimson blood leaks down the rod his eyes fume with flames as he looked at my bloody smile, and just before he brings it down, gunter spoke through the speakers.

"Let me talk to him."

My arms were released not before my temple was pushed down to the stoned table before me, weakening me enough to cuff my wrists on the table, my unsteady eyes now seeing white, and my skull is most likely fractured.

'Street rat.' One mutters, just as I force my head up to look at two men bowing to Gunter presence and heading out the door. While he converses with the leader.

My eyes steadily trail along the window to the other two following their every move until they steady to her.

The face of utter defeat, a distant gaze, her glimmering green crown was missing, and her shimmering curls ruffled. The ruins of a doll.

'Look at me.' I begged inside. 'Look at me and make this pain bearable. Even if you hate me for the rest of your days. Just acknowledge me.'

And as if she heard me or felt my glare, she blinked from her trance and rose those eyes to mine. An arrow shot through my solid chest, the pain around me felt alright even if the malice in her eyes were enough to slice me clean.

Her puffy orbs sharpening at the sight of me, and she fills her chest with air, a tear fell from her eyes as she bit her bottom lip and trudged off the end of the hallway. So bad, did I want to call out to her, so bad I could crumble to my knees and ask her to strike me at her hardest if that was to make her feel better even the slightest.

Fingers suddenly snapped in my face, and it follows by a dog whistle. "Look this way boy." Gunter muses, I heard the door closing in the background, and the man pushed a button aside the window, and automatic blinds roll up. Cameras turn off and all witnesses gone. Secluding me and Gunter in the confession's dungeon.

Gunter crossed his arms at the table, cyan eyes shimmer as he sported a wicked gleam. "My, oh my." he says lowly. "You don't look so good brother." his eyes scrutinizing the bruises ornamented on me. "This isn't a good look, you know?"

My fingers twitch to sucker punch him the throat.

"This is bad for the Kingdom, if they know that we could not keep our bodyguard in check." there was a ghost smirk playing in his face, but the blood leaking from my eye prevented me from seeing anything any clearer.