Forced Love

Chapter 6

 After the dreadful news that i sealed my best friend's fate with death, i settled into a deep depression.  I didn't respond when Drake tied my hands back together to ensure that i wouldn't escape again. By the time all the soldiers returned to camp it was time to depart again. All the soldiers packed up and headed out, leaving me in a small carrige with the him.

THe days passed in a continuous pattern.

 HOurs and hours were filled with me practically sitting in his lap due to his need for closeness. HIs hands traced circles up and down my body as if he were memorizing me. I sat there stiff as a rod humiliated that i was letting this man touch me. My dignity was begging me to slap him across the face, but my will to live told me it was a bad idea. the carrige dragged along the winding road and we soon entered the grasslands.

The carrige door was only opened to inform the Prince or bring food. The Black Prince took it in his hands to hand feed me. I tried refusing the food at first, thinking that i could slowly starve myself to death if i refused to eat. but i quickly learned there are ways for Drake to shove the food down my throat. He pinched my nostrils together until i was forced to open my mouth and then he crammed the dry biscuits down my throat followed by the disgusting taste of rum.  He seemed to take delight in feeding me. Like I was some sort of pet.

My bathroom breaks were the most embarrassing. I was allowed no privacy. Drake followed me behind a bush and looked me in the eyes as i relieved myself as quickly as possible. THen it was back to the dreadfull carrige ride.

When nighttime came camp was set up and i was whisked out of the carrige and into a tent, where i was chained to the bed. Drake would go off and attend to buisness for some time leaving me to my depressing thoughts.

He would come back in a cheerful mood, and order the soldier standing guard outside my room in "under no circumstances is he or anyone else to enter the tent". Then he would proceed to do dirty awful things to me like the first night. Although he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, i only felt cold and violated when his huge fingers thrusted into my intimate place or when his mouth roamed all over. Like before i lied there motionless. But unlike before, i was chained by my hands to the headboard.

He also didn't rape me, which i expected from a man like him. My body would unvoluntarily tense up when he would get too excited and place himself at my entrance. I squeezed my eyes shut and awaited for that dreadful moment when my innocence would be stolen. But it never came. I opened my eyes to see Drake staring down at me with a knowning smirk. "As much as i want to plunge into your tight sheath, I must wait until we are properly married. It is the moral thing to do if i want you to be by my side as my Queen. But don't worry love...It will be soon."

I was restless at night. Drake's body was basically on top mine and it was hard to breathe around him. My escape options were limited thanks to the stupid chains. netherless my dreams were filled with thoughts of freedom. But then i woke up to find myself still in a nightmare.

Drake only removed my handcuffs when we were in the carrige. About a week passed before i saw signs of life outside the carrige window. I leaned from where i was sitting on the Black Prince's lap to get a good view. At first it was rundown huts and shacks. Farm fields covered the country side, and slaves were out harvesting. Starving peasants roamed the streets of a little town. THey looked so miserable. but they quickly kneeled and bowed their heads when they caught sight of the carrige.