The Royalty

Chapter 3: Part 2

My thoughts were interrupted as the door opened.

Who now? I thought. Is there another person out there who hates me with a passion?
An unfamiliar woman walked in. She was pretty- not like America, but pretty. She looked young, probably around my age. She was tall and held her head high. She had long, dark hair that went down to her waist. Her brown eyes watched me hungrily. The girl wore a black tank top that was a little too... tight for my liking, and tan shorts.

I gulped. I was getting a bad feeling about her.

"Oh, don't look so nervous," she cooed. Her voice sent chills down my spine. Not in a good way. "I don't bite... usually."

Okay, I definitely didn't like her. Not one bit. I remained stubbornly silent, causing her to frown.

"You know," she said while taking a step closer. "I don't appreciate the silent treatment. Come on, pretty boy. Let me hear that voice of yours. I've been told it's very sexy."

The girl moved in closer, until we were almost touching. She looked up at me, her eyes locking on to mine. I wouldn't let myself be intimidated by this girl, so I held her stare.

"Who are you?" I whispered. She smirked at me.

"Erika. My father sort of runs this whole rebellion."

She said this as if it was no big deal. I, on the other hand, was having trouble processing this information. Erika was the rebel leader's daughter? I wouldn't be surprised to see her dad, but her? What could she possibly want from me?

"Why are you here, Erika?" I made sure my voice stayed steady.

"Not to kill you, I promise. What would be the fun in that? No. I assure you, I have something much better planned for our time together."

Her hand came to my chest slowly, grabbing the tie that hung loosely around my neck. She tugged it, causing me to take a step towards her. Our bodies touched and I tried to move, knowing what she wanted. This couldn't happen. I wouldn't let it.

Erika held on to me tightly, keeping me in place. Her fingers moved to my neck and played with the short hairs at the base of my neck. She moved her face closer to mine, dangerously close.

"Don't," I whispered, trying to put force in my voice and failing miserably. My lip trembled horribly. My heartbeat raced. I couldn't let her do this. If America ever found out, I don't know what I'd do. America would be so hurt and she would hate me. She would have every right to.

"Come on, pretty boy," Erika purred into my ear, her lips brushing my skin. I shuddered. I really didn't like having her this close to me. "Kiss me. I know you want to. Your fiancée never has to know."

Yes she does, I thought to myself. I could never lie to her about this.

"No, I don't want this. I don't want you. And I never will." I pushed Erika away. She stumbled backwards wearing a stunned expression. Her eyes burned with rage.

I hoped that making her angry would make her leave.

It didn't.

Erika managed to calm herself, making her gaze steady and unwavering. "Oh well," she sighed, reaching for something behind her back. "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this, but it'll probably be the only way to get you to cooperate."

She pulled out a golden knife that gleamed under the fluorescent lighting. My eyes widened. She was going to cut me. Erika was psychotic.

Seeing the scared look on my face, she laughed. "No, no, silly boy. I'm not going to use this on you. Well, maybe, if you misbehave. This knife, though, is destined to make wounds that will hurt you just as much as its victim. Who do you think I might be talking about, Your Majesty?"