Taking Back

A Comatose Trip

TW: Massive trigger warning!!! I was hesitate to post this chapter since it covers rape and physical violence. I should hope that everyone who reads this is older than 18+.  please tread lightly, if you wish you can skip to the last part of the chapter if it's too much for you. 

Alisha opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. Her eyes widened the first day she awoke and she didn't want to believe what she was seeing. She didn't see Eddie or anyone of her kingdom. Instead she was dressed in her nightgown and her wrists tied to the bed frame.

"Oh sweet Goldeous, please no. Not this," she cried as she trembled. She felt the rope scratch her hands. She pulled herself up and tried to pull at the knot with her teeth.

Alisha didn't want to remember anything in the cottage. She thought she was free from all of this. She heard the door open and heard two sets of footsteps.

"Did you get the girl?" asked a familiar voice.

"Of course I did, my lord," answered another. "It took quite some convincing to present myself as non-threatening. It was easy."

"I'd like to see her myself if you don't mind my asking."

"Right this way." Alisha heard the voices coming closer, and the door opened revealing two men. One was King Rudrick, and the other, her kidnapper and rapist. Both men stood next to each other. The kidnapper stood as tall as the King's shoulders. The King, however, stood tall, with scars on his legs, which were somewhat covered by a cape of crimson. His stature was like that of a gladiator, in which his arms were built like marbled stone, and his chest protruded out like a gorilla, almost as if it was about to rip his shirt into strands of thread. He had a long, brown and red, scraggly looking beard, reaching almost to the end of his chest. His eyes, though scarred, glowed with an intense and insane shade of red, a kind so indescribable. As he smiled, she could see the faint yellow of his teeth. His laugh was like that of a bear and a tiger having a growling contest with each other.

The kidnapper was a bit on the well built side. He had cold icy eyes and dark black hair. He wore an outfit that fit his status that seemed only Chermono had. His tunic was dark navy blue with clips holding his black cape and matching pants. She had never interacted with either of the men until her kidnapping but reliving her trauma was not on her to-do list. If anything, she wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

"Please, let me go," she begged, trembling. "Whatever it is you want, my dad will pay double."

"I wish your daddy did owe me something, little brat," sneered King Rudrick. "However, he doesn't, and when I hear a prophecy saying that there is a threat in a neighboring kingdom that could destroy ME, well, haha, let's just say that I will take it very seriously," he cracked his knuckles, which made her and her kidnapper nervous.

"You're not going to kill her, are you?" asked the kidnapper.

"And if I was," the king seethed looking at him. "It shouldn't be your concern."

"Well, might I oppose a different approach," he suggested.

The King glared at him.

"Right, why not torment her? If she doesn't have the will to live anymore in the future then the problem will be taken care of by itself."

"You are making it sound like she'll escape."

"Well, maybe not escape, but more like rescued. If her dear ol' dad loves her very much, he must be looking for her as we speak. He'll be sending search parties for her. Why not just torture her as we hold her? I'll even keep a lookout if they get close and get away before they take my head."