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Part 36. The Queen.

Darkness. That was all Red could see as she became conscious. She could feel herself being dragged, and she knew she wasn't wearing her regular clothes. It felt almost as if she was wearing some sort of long sleeved dress. As she tried to move her hands, she realised that her wrists were tied together behind her back. Her ankles were also bound together, rendering her unable to move.

Suddenly, Red was thrown onto what felt like a concrete floor, and she let out a cry of pain, muffled by a cloth that was covering her mouth. After a few moments of silence, the cloth covering her eyes was removed, temporarily blinding the redhead from the sudden exposure to light. Red blinked several times, and once her eyes had adjusted, she was met with the smirking face of King Xavier.
"Finally awake, I see. How was your sleep?"
"Wh-what the hell!?" Red tried to break free from her restraints once more, still being unable to do so.
"Still as feisty and disobedient as ever, Burgundy." Red's eyes widened in horror.
"H-how the fuck do you know that name!?"
"I saw the tattoo on your arm while I dressed you in proper attire."
"You dressed me!? You're a fucking freak!"
"Now that's no way to treat your king, Burgundy."
"Stop calling me that! And you're not my king!" Xavier forcefully grabbed Red's chin, his mismatched eyes glaring into her hot pink ones.
"Oh but I am. And you are my queen, Burgundy. Glad that I get to know my queen's real name before the wedding."
"I would never marry-" Red's shout was cut off of as Xavier slapped her hard.
"Now now, my queen, no need to fight. You don't have the option to say no to me, so why don't you just get comfortable in the lovely dress I picked out for you, hmm?" Red looked up at him through her fringe, fire in her eyes as she spoke, her teeth gritted.
"Over my cold, dead body, you freak..." Xavier stood up then, leaving Red on her knees on the floor.
"If I didn't want you to be my queen, you would be rotting away in that tiny cell in Castelia. You should be begging me to marry you after so graciously saving you."
"I never asked you to break me out, and besides I-"
"You like that police officer right? You do know he'll turn you in when you go back to him, right?"
"He would never do that..."
"How do you know? All men are sleezebags. Except for myself, of course." In one fluid motion, Red finally broke free from the bindings on her wrists and reached up, barely managing to reach Xavier's neck, her nails digging into his skin, trying to draw blood.
"Shut the fuck up! He's not like that!" However, this position didn't last long as Xavier brought a foot up and kicked Red right in the stomach.
"You really need to control that temper, my queen." Two grunts came in and readjusted Red's bindings before exiting, and Xavier turned away from Red. "Soon enough, we shall be wed, and you needn't think about anything else but me, my queen."
"As if I could do that without fucking vomiting-"
"And then we shall live here together, the perfect king and his perfect woman-"
"I'm not a woman!" Red had finally found her 'outside' voice again. Xavier chuckled slightly.
"Of course you are, what else would you be?"
"Genderfluid, you fuck! I'm fucking genderfluid!" Xavier turned to look at Red once more, but was met with the sight of her ripping up the purple gown he had put her in, free from all her restraints. "I'm tired of fuckers like you thinking you can do whatever the fuck you want with me just because I have tits!" Red ripped the sleeves of the gown until her forearms were completely exposed, the skirt of the dress now torn to her mid thigh. "Now you will let me out of this madhouse before I fucking murder you!"