(Prisoner AU where basically demons are royalty and ores are peasants, a lil bit of story unfolds here but hopefully you'll understand :3)
TWS ⚠️: Bondage, crying, spitting, biting, hair pulling, slight stomach bulging, edging
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~Skeppys POV~
My knees hit the cold stone floor, a couple stray rocks just barely avoiding the impact. I see a couple drops of blood forming on the fabric where I landed.
"Rarest find today." One of the guards says. "Diamond." A second one says. They shut and lock the metal door behind them, and I take in my prison.
Stone floors, and the two side walls are stone as well to match, the front wall nothing but metal pillars and cage.
Great.
I pull myself to my feet, a big bucket is found at the corner of the room. Nothing other than a small mattress and a singular pillow are found in my cell.
I just had to be picking berries in that forest at the wrong time, now I'll probably never see my family ever again.
I move over to the bars that make up the outer wall, moving my hands to grip them tightly, the rusty metal making my hands feel all gross, but I don't much care.
I move my head to look around, I can see two other cells, one with a coal ore in it, the other holding an iron. (People that are part ore btw)
I let out a heavy sigh, and look down at my knees once again, the cloth there tattered and bloody from the guards throwing me against the hard stone floor.
Suddenly, a door next to one of the cells begins opening up, and a guy in fancy clothes enters.
The prince.
He's got deep black skin, white eyes, long red horns, shortish black hair, and a long long red tail.
I watch him with anger, gritting my teeth and gripping the rusty bars tighter.
He walks around the cell room, until his eyes lock with mine for a brief moment. "Oh wow, what do we have here. A diamond ore." He says while he looks at me.
He walks over, and stands on the other side of the bars. "Quite a rare one you are." He moves his hand to cup my chin, moving it and forcing me to look at him.
I swiftly move my head away and then back, biting hard on his hand, at the same time gripping the bars even tighter.
He tries to yank his hand away, but the grip on my teeth is too strong. "Goodness.." He mutters when he finally gets it away from me.
"Feisty. I like you."
"Well I don't like you." I grumble and release my grip on the bars.
"Guards, bring him up to my room at once, I think I'll have this one be my new pet." He says, which catches me off guard.
"I am not some pet-" I start, before the door to my cell starts opening.
