Royal Pain || z.m. [Book 2]

•nineteen•

"This is getting ridiculous!" Zayn huffed disconnecting the phone as he wasn't able to reach Genevieve for the nth time. "She's been gone for hours and I haven't even heard from her. And why won't she pick up or answer my texts?"

"This all does seem quite unusual." Louis nodded agreeing.

"That's it." Zayn stood up from his seat on the sofa. "I'm not just going to sit around waiting for her to answer me or at least try to actually reach her, so she can. I'm heading to Wellington to see what Aria has done with her now."

"We'll all come with, Zayn." Louis stood up also and Harry followed.

Zayn nodded, acknowledging he was grateful for having them to count on and at once existed the room along with the princes closely following behind.

The three had decided on not to travel by a limo together, but rather Zayn take his car he arrived Edinburgh in and Louis take his own as Harry accompanied him.

The young men hurriedly drove out the palace property and out in the city, hoping for the best that Princess Genevieve was safe and well.

Meanwhile in Wellington, Genevieve was continuing to be harassed by Doyle. Her sobbing and screaming never came to an end, but they became weaker over time. Her cheeks were stained with tears that profusely ran down her face. Her body ached in certain areas due to how roughly she was being treated. The princess continued to try fighting Doyle off, but it did no good as she was chained up and pinned against the wall by him, and felt weaker as each second passed by. She was also gradually beginning to lose hope for any help to step through the door and come for her rescue.

"P- please." she whispered as she trembled in her stance. "Let me go."

"But we just started love." Doyle smirked and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"No." she shook her head as a few sobs left her.

"Let's get rid of this dress of yours, alright?" he grabbed the end of her dress in a rough manner ignoring Genevieve's protests, and yanked at it causing it to tear.

"No, please!" she cried out.

Ignoring her requests to stop, Doyle went on to rip off the sleeves of her dress only making her unwantedly expose more of herself to him.

"So soft." he softly groaned as he ran his fingertips over the various areas of her newly exposed skin and enjoyed himself.

Genevieve shut her eyes closed and tried her hardest not to concentrate on the repulsive feeling of his touch against her bare skin.

"God please." she wept as she tried to shake the uncomfortable sensations and Doyle himself off of her. "Stop it ple-"

Her begging was cut short as he joined his lips with hers. The princess tried to push him off and not give in to the kiss but it was quite a struggle to.

Doyle pushed his lips against hers forcefully to have her give up her fight but Genevieve stayed persistent. "Stop... moving!" he growled against her mouth making her feel more terrified of him. Seeing as to the princess wouldn't oblige, Doyle harshly bit down onto her lip and tugged at it making her whimper in pain. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth only making the kiss heavier and more disturbing for Genevieve.

Doyle's hands began to roam all over the front of her body. The palms of his hands massaged her body throughout which only resulted in Genevieve trying to cry out for help, but wasn't able to since her mouth was occupied with his. His large hands tucked inside the material of her dress and travelled to her backside. He roughly grabbed onto the curves of her behind and squeezed them making her yelp. One hand of his proceeded to move up to where the band of her underwear was. As he hooked two of his fingers onto it and slightly tugged at it, Genevieve shook her head and did everything to detach her mouth from his.