My Treasure (Norman Reedus Pirate)

Twenty Two: Hurt

After Norman's failed attempt to escape and be free with me, I sat in my room, silently praying that he'd be ok. I really wasn't looking forward to tomorrow. I'd give anything to rewind time, back to when I first met Norman. I sniffed, wiping my eye free of a tear.

Suddenly, the doors behind me opened without my permission. I whipped around, silently hoping that Norman somehow escaped again and was coming to free me. Instead, it was a couple guards from my kingdom.

"Princess Isabelle, you must come with us." The head guard, James, stated.

"Why?" I demanded.

"We're escorting you to your new room." He said. My eyes widened slightly, and I felt anger boiling in my stomach.

"Who's room?" I demanded, knowing very well who's room.

"Your husband's room, Madam." He confirmed my beliefs, and I couldn't have felt more insulted.

"No! This is my room, therefore I shall stay in my room!" I exclaimed, gripping the bedsheets.

"Madam, please don't make this hard on yourself." James pleaded, stepping inside.

"Go to hell!" I spat back. James seemed unaffected by my curse, and roughly grabbed my elbow. I yelped, trying to break free from his grip.

"Princess, we are just following the Queen's orders." He stated, dragging me off the bed. I continued my struggles like a wild animal, and got to the point where I was clawing at his arm, desperate to break free. Unfortunately, due to his clothing, my scratches had no effect on him, and he continued dragging me down the hall, towards the King and Queen's room.

I was shoved inside, with the door quickly slamming shut behind me. I whipped around and started beating on the door, demanding to be released. "You'll all burn in the depths of hell!" I roared in outrage.

"Dear, quit that racket and come to bed." Charles said groggily behind me. I ignored him, and continued to kick and hit the door. "Isabelle, please come to bed. It's cold without your beauty." I gagged, showing repulse. If Norman had said that, I would've blushed to the point where I'd look like a tomato. Norman was sweet, and romantic sometimes, and he knew how to make me feel special. In more ways than one.

"I'd rather die!" I snapped. At least then I'd be with Norman.

"Isabelle, quit being foolish. Look, I apologize for striking you earlier. Please don't be mad at me." I couldn't believe it. Charles thought I was mad at him for hitting me! Not for stealing the love of my life!

"Oh, go burn in hell with your crown!" I snapped, whipping around. But the second I whipped around, I was struck hard across the mouth again.

"Stop swearing! It's impolite!" He commanded. I smacked my lips, tasting a faint trace of blood. I glared at him, the flames of rage boiling in my stomach. He was dressed in a nude one-piece outfit made for sleeping, and his grey eyes were flaming in anger.

"Make me." I challenged. Like I suspected, Charles struck out at me again, although this time, I dodged him, grabbed his arm, and flipped him onto his back. He let out a gasp of pain when I planted my foot on his chest. "I am going back to my room, and you cannot stop me." I declared, pressing roughly on his chest before turning away.

It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

The second I was turned around, I heard Charles get up, and before I could turn around and shove him down, his arms wrapped around my waist and mouth. I tried biting his hand, but failed and was led towards the bed. "Isabelle, I love you. We are supposed to love each other, and have children! You will have my children!" He growled into my ear, and I started struggling again. Now that I knew his intentions, I had even more reason to fight. I tried kicking him, but I lost my footing, making it easier for him. I also tried elbowing him in his fat gut, but that failed as well.

I was shoved into the bed, stomach first. I quickly tried getting to my feet, only to be shoved back down by his fatness. I felt him starting to undo my strings, and I felt panicked. I tried sitting up, but couldn't. My dress was ripped away from my body, leaving me in a pathetic underdress. I tried screaming for help, it being my last resort, when my face was shoved into the pillows, stifling any cries for help. Charles stripped me bare, and I heard his pajamas being removed. I cried, feeling my legs being spread apart.

"You fucker! You'll burn in hell for this!" I screamed. He ignored me, and that night was the worst of my life.

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I lay on my side, tears streaming down my face. Charles was on his back behind me, snoring like a freight train. I held my legs together tightly, still feeling a small drizzle of blood coming out. I whimpered in pain, my whole lower region aching. I was laying down, thinking deeply about what to do next. I couldn't think of anything. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed and exposed. I didn't want what I had received, and I knew Norman would be mad. But I wanted Norman. I wanted him to give me a hug and tell me that it'd all be "Ok".

I sat up, wincing at the pain. I swung my feet over the bed, tears rolling down my cheeks. The frigid air wrapped around me, giving me goosebumps. I slowly made my way over to my dress, and slid it on. I only wore the underdress, it being the only untorn clothing in the room. My elegant dark green dress was done for. I glared at the sleeping body of my "husband". I hope you get your testicles smashed between two boulders. I growled silently. Better yet, I hope Norman slices them off and feeds them to sharks! I may have been a little violent.

I left his room, and slowly made my way down the hallway, limping slightly. I made my way unnoticed to the dungeon, and started down the seemingly endless stairs. Inside, I found only a few guards guarding a single cell. Since Norman had released all the other captives, he was the only one left. I walked towards his cell, and as soon as the guards caught sight of my horrid state, they broke their positions and raced to me.

"Princess! What happened?" One of them demanded.

"Prince Charles is having a heart attack!" I exclaimed. They nodded, and were quick to abandon their stations and race up the stairs. At the moment, though, the threat was the least of my worries. I grabbed a rack of keys off of a nearby hanger, and unlocked Norman's cell. He was chained to the wall in a standing position, his fists and ankles held by chains to the wall. He was gazing at me with concern, and I quickly ran to him. I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his collarbone.

"Isabelle, what happened? Tell me what's wrong!" He ordered, pressing his chin to my temple.

"Ch-Charles. He...he..." I sobbed, which was something I rarely did.

"What'd he do?" Norman asked, concern lacing his voice.

"He raped me!" I blubbered. He instantly stiffened, and I felt him giving my head kisses.

"Isabelle..." He mumbled. "Please look at me." I looked up at him, keeping my arms where they were. I could see faint traces of tears in his eyes, and also an amazing amount of anger and fury. "He will be killed. I will make it my personal mission to behead him, and make him sleep with the fishes." He growled. But I shook my head, tears running down my face.

"You can't. You're to die tomorrow." I pointed out, letting a small sob out of my lips. Norman gave my forehead a kiss.

"Please don't cry. I hate seeing you cry and I can't do anything about it." He pleaded, and he leaned forward as far as he could go so that his chin rested on my shoulder. I sniffed again, holding him tightly. "I love you Isabelle. Never, ever forget."

"I won't." I murmured, giving his neck multiple kisses. I held Norman close, not letting go until the guards returned.