From Prisoner To Princess [Book 1]

Chapter 1

"Get up girly, its time for fun." The guard says, banging on the bars to my cell. I shiver from the cold air, watching my warm breath becom fog.
This was my new life until I was deemed 'suitable' for society. I was in the prison made for those who don't help benifit the kingdom of Zalaris. They arrest those who do petty crime and bring them here for 'rehabilitation' if thats what you can call their torture.
There were different levels of 'rehab', if you were a prostitut, the guards all line up and rape you until you beg for it to stop. Then a lady from the palace and trains -more like brain washes- them and they leave looking like a lady in waiting. I am just glad I decided to steal and not sell my body.
Thieves were taken to the mines each day to work. It was supposed to teach them that hard work and dedication was a better way then taking what you wanted.
The easiest way I can explain how I got in this shit hole would be by telling you.

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I race across the street, heading to the allyways that would take me to my hide out and to safety.
"Stop in the name of the Crown!" It was the police. So much for my luck.
I dodge the cars and bikes that drive by me, my bag slowing me down with the weight of the food inside. But I needed it if I wanted to survive the winter.
I smile triumphantly as I enter the dark ally, knowing the backways like it was a part of my body, and the truth is that they were. I had grown up in the slums since I was six. I didn't know much about my past, but it was something I couldn't remember anyways.
I keep running, taking the shortcuts of crumbled walls until I see it, the run down shack I call a home.
It just looks like a run down piece of shit but I had done some work on it since finding it three years ago. The place was sturdy and warm and where I lie low after a good week of stealing.
I stop just in the shadows and look around, making sure no police were around befor bolting to the back door and running inside.
I was safe now.
I smiled and started sorting my haul, puting the food away and taking out the money and jewels, removing the loose tile and stashing it all in the tin cookie box. I replace the tile, and make sure its on tight before taking off my jacket.
I smile and grab some food, starved from not eating lunch, sitting on the comfortable couch and turning on the DVD player, putting on a black and white movie fron nineteen sixties I believe, taking my time to eat.
Half way through the movie, the power turned off and I cursed, getting up and going out side where the breaker was, knowing that storms are problematic this time of year.
But I froze when I saw that some one had cut the main line, turning around and getting ready to bolt when I was tackled and pinned under a policeman, my hands held strongly behind my back while one of his kept me in place, the other groped me none to nicely
The next thing I knew I was in this prisson and dressed in a pair of black booty shorts and a hot pink sports bra.

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Thats how I got in this hell hole, presoner #2154. Slowly I exit my cell, falling into the line up of girls as we make our way down to the common area. I was the last in the line and could clearly see the hobble from the girls who used to be prostitutes. Some time last night their screams had died down and I was able to fall asleep, but I still winced at their site.
The way they were broken and beaten was cruel. I was just glad that I hadn't ended up like them. It took me a moment to realise that the line was smaller, and I counted the girls left. Five of the girls were gone, and guess what, they were sluts working the corner. I know they are in the plush room being brain washed and eating amazing mouth watering food.
I sigh, and rub my tired eyes. Two month here and my sleep was freeken horrible. At least the food here was great, not better then the food served in the plush room, but better then gruel.
I smile. The cooks here had become my friends, especially the head chef, as he had always given me a little extra and a lot of sweets.
Slowly the line enters the common area and I sigh at the smell of food and the warmth of the room.
I quickly grab a tray and join the growing food line up, waiting for my turn.