Prisoner of Love

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Paul quickly smashed the mustache back onto my face. IT WAS GENERAL LEE AND THE CONFEDERATE ARMY. General Lee growled and leapt at me, pointing his bayonet at my heart. "WAIT!" Paul barked, "No.. This is my prisoner."

General Lee squealed in excitement and pride in his son. "Oooooh we only have two of those!" He then grabbed his purse and strutted away.

The rest of the soldiers shrugged their shoulders and walked away. Paul pooped his panties in realization that now I must be imprisoned to keep me alive. Paul licked my ear for comfort while binding my hands with 2 chains of restraint. I felt like Liam Hemsworth trapped in the suffocating relationship with crazy, twerking Miley. "Cmon Cmon. Stand up, let's go." Paul said, lifting me up.

"Wow, you're so Strong, Paul." I said, stroking his left cheek of the booty variety stealthily.

He made a hushed donkey noise, guiding me towards the POW jail. I tromped with heavy feet, disoriented by fear of what would happen. We arrived at the cell and Paul turned to the other soldiers, "I'll take it from here." He suggested.

We walked into the enclosure and he led me into the cell, closing the door, and resting his head on the bars. "Does He Know?" Paul questioned.

"Know what?"

"Abraham, does he know you're here?"

I shook my head, a tear threatening to escape the prisons of my orb aka my eyelid, finding myself missing him and Spanky. Paul grabbed me by the chin and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you. I Wish it didn't have to be like this."

I sniffled, wiping my eyes, "We all have to make sacrifices sometimes." I whisper, barely audible, "I'm just glad I was Taken by you."

"PAUL!" A soldier yelled from the distance, "CAN YOU COME WIPE MY BUTT? YOU KNOW I LOST MY ARMS IN THE WAR!"

Paul groaned, "Not again."

"Go, go help your fellow man and his putrid waste out."

"Fine, I won't be back here until tonight. Because they don't know about us." He said, pressing a final kiss to my forehead and galloping off to tend the butt of his fellow man.

I sit back in the cell, on the raised toilet seat. A figure popped out of the shadows, with spirit fingers a wavin.

"OW!" I screamed in surprise "You gave me a Heart Attack."

"Lo siento no siento." The other prisoner muttered in grimace.

"Who are you?" I questioned.

"Well my real name is Simon, but people here only know me as Prisoner 24601."

"I'm Sharkeisha." I offered.

"I don't like you, Sharkeisha."

"Why not?"

"Because you smell of beef and cheese. Get away from me."

"Simon, we might as well get along because we're all in this together"

Simon scoffed, "I suppose so. It'll be a long time before we get out of here."

To be continued.