Cinderella in the Cameras

Chapter 9- His Carraige Arrives

Oh, why mother? Why must you give into obvious tricks for publicity? Why did you ever think a princess would belong with a villian such a he?! But, yes, this idiocy does exist so I am now in this situation. 

My brain has been in a haze all day and this defiantly snapped me out of it. Must find a way to get to Oliver.

"Duke, nice to see you. How are you?" I gently ask and turn a little to my right to see him. He hasn't shaved in days and looks dishelveled. 

"Well, Princess, if you don't count the fact that this whole nation is looking to arrest me I'm mighty fine." His cold face never changes as he speaks deeply into my ear. He grabs my arm and I trip and squeal loudly. Oliver cant be that oblivious.

"Stop making noises and no one gets hurt." He picks me up and digs the gun deeper into my temple. I hear a shuffle from outside and my heart swells with hope, but the noise stops and disapointment fills me. I look over at Ariana with her running make up and ratty hair. Most people would see a girl looking very unkept, but I see a girl filled with pain. And it takes pain to see pain.

"I'm so sorry Ari." I whisper as Duke drags us through the halls of Ariana's house. She looks up at me with big guilty eyes. 

We stop at  hallway closet and Duke grabs some duct tape and rope, if I wanted to escape this could be my last chance. My thoughts go frantic for a moment with possibilities, but I decide against escape knowing Duke has muscles and I have a broken arm and foggy mind.

Duke drags us along again and we stop in front of a guest bedroom, the one I always use. Duke smiles at me and I can see the crazy in them. He ties both out wrists with duct tape before opening the door to the room I know all to well. Its High ceiling and teal walls compliment the chandelier hanging above. The bed looks lived in, its green and white bedding obviously are not made. The small love seat that I adore sits in the corner, ignored. The thing that grabs my attention though, is the two wooden chairs placed in the middle of the room. Duke basically throws Ariana in the closet and ties the door handles together behind her.

"So, my princess, we are alone again." He slowly makes his way across the room to me and I am too shocked to respond. As he got a few feet away from me I started to step back with every one he took forward until he had me cornered against the wall.

"P-please no." I started to protest, but he put a hand against my wall and with the memories flooding in I felt very light headed. He started kissing down my neck and with that I slumped down and eveything went back.

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I woke up screaming. What a horrible dream...I went to wipe the sweat off my forehead but found my hands were tied. I slowly opened my eyes to find I was laying in a large bed I used to stay up with Ariana in. Now it was my prison. No, it was not a dream.

"Mmmm, baby, your awake." Duke said turning towrds me with a smile, "After you went lights out last night I just had to take care of my own needs. What a shame." He shrugged and looked back at the tv. I adjusted to the light, even though there was barely any with all the darpes shut, and observed the room. I was currently wearing the same jeans and grey knit sweater as yesterday and my hands were tied above my head to the headboard that featured a metal design, and the headboard that mirrored its counterpart.

"What are you going to do with me?" I quietly asked.

"Oh, princess, it is not what I am going to do with you but what we are going to do. It is only a matter of time until you finally realize our fate." Duke replied.

"Sorry, Duke, another guy has my shoe now." I countered.

"Yeah, right. What man would want a taken girl's shoe?" He scoffed, but I could see the anger in his eyes, I was getting to him. Just what I needed, some distraction.