I'm the Queen Dammit! ...And That Makes You My Dirty Little Secret

Just when you think your life is perfect, it can turn just. like. that.

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Julia's POV

It's the day I'm supposed to leave, and I feel much unaccomplished. I must do something to make this trip worthwhile, and I think I have an idea.

It's around seven in the morning when I decide to make my plan happen. Kelli and Mariska are both in Mariska's room right now, and I have to act fast. I sneakily make my way toward the room with two napkins with toxins to make them pass out in my hands. I hear the girls outside of the door, both of them talking about some foolish nonsense. I never understood either of them. I suppose that's why I hurt one, and faked my death with the other.

Kelli comes out first, and I hooked my arm around her neck while putting the napkin on her nose and mouth so she's breath in the poison. Mariska (The weaker one in my mind) comes next, and I do the same to her. Now, both woman lay in front of my feet, both out cold and100 percent vulnerable.

I take Mariska's wrists in my hands, dragging her to her bathroom. I take the string from her robe and tie her arms to the sink. Next is Kelli, the sweet, kind Kelli. She is still in the same place as she was when I left, and I take my time to pick her up. I take her a broom closet on the other side of the castle, where her screams won't be heard.

When I reach my destination, I lock the door behind me, and I take a pair of shackles I had left there from last night. I take one and put it on Kelli's wrist. I swing the medium-sized chain over a bar that holds supplies to dry, and then put the other shackle on Kelli's wrist. I begin to cut her clothes with the pocket knife that I now know is located in her pants.

I take her tie and toy with the fabric before yanking it off of her body. I pull her jaw slightly agape to where I can use the tie to muffle any cry for help. Next, I take the tip of the blade and pierce the flesh on her forehead until her eyes open quickly. Her scream is collected by the clothing in between her teeth. She looks at me, her eyes glistening with tears of pain.

"I know it hurts now, but I promise we'll have some fun before Mariska wakes up and I flee to another country," I say as I stick out my lower lip. Her eyes are now filled with anger, and she looks as if she would rip me to pieces if I didn't ties her up.

"Oh, don't worry; I didn't hurt her, I already did that a while back. It's your turn, sweet heart. But only for today!"

She still glares at me, her eyes filled with rage. "Ah, ah, ah; don't glare at me or I'll have to cut those pretty eyes of yours up with this knife right here."

She looks away after I warn her. "Good Girl."

I begin to take the knife and slice the buttons off. I go down the row of buttons, and they fly off in every direction until I am forced to take the shirt of out her pants and finish the row off. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, and she is sweating intensely.

"You know; I heard what you said to Mariska last night. Saying that you didn't want me, or how you didn't do anything. That hurt my heart, and I don't think I deserve that. I think you deserve to be chopped up into little pieces and fed to the alligators in the swamps. But where's the fun in that?! I want to watch you suffer, just like Mariska did, and I want to feel the pain I did when you didn't want to return my feelings last night."

Kelli's shirt was now torn to pieces and her jacket lay on her bare shoulders. I cut the fabric closest to her chest so it's out of the way. I cut the tail off her coat too. Her eyes are closed shut, and she is breathing heavier now. I take the blade and drag it lightly down her sternum. The knife leaves a small line of blood on her chest, painful enough to make her scream, but not deep enough to cause any fatal damage.

I slowly bring the knife back and forth on the bridge on the cups on her bra. The fabric is slowly separating and I watch the clothing disappear from her breasts as the knife makes its final slice through her clothing.