Our Little Princess*

Chpater 3

King Dice's POV

We rode back to the casino in a carriage. The little child was fast asleep and leaning on me. Dev decided to talk to me about the kid. "Apparently, their name is (y/n) (l/n).  They are currently 8 years old. Their favorite color is (f/c). They are not a very picky eater. They like playing cops and robbers as well as watching (favorite movie). Their father's information is unknown until his disappearance. Their mother, as you know, is an abusive bitch who has alcohol issues, dropped murder charges even though all evidence made her guilty. Back to (y/n), their only friend, Benjamin Drew, lives with his workaholic father. He was last seen at the school yesterday. That's everything we know about their former life," He told me.

"What happened to their father?"

"He went missing and was found dead in an alley . We can ask them when they wakes up. Did that bitch hurt you?"

"I just have some rope burns and my arm hurts, but I am fine,"

"I will kill her,"

"Don't do that,"

"AND WHY THE FUCK NOT? that slimy whore kidnapped you, tied you up, hurt you, and almost raped you! Why should she live?!?"

"Well, so that she can really suffer for what she did. She can endure Horrid torture for weeks, or even months. She'll be begging for the sweet release of death that will never come," I told him

"That sounds great bae!" He told me with a smile on his face .

A smile appeared on my face as I drifted off to sleep. Dev and I will have to explain (y/n)'s presence to everyone tomorrow morning.

Timeskip

Dev woke me up and told me we arrived at the hotel. I carried (y/n) to a vacant room (let's say everyone stays in a hotel that the Devil also owns because I am uncreative as fuck) . I went into my bedroom and fell asleep.

A few hours later

I felt a small tug on my blanket. I slowly opened my eyes and saw (y/n) with tears in their eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare,"

"Oh you poor thing," I said as I picked them up and gave them a hug. "What happened in your nightmare ?"

"I saw my mommy kill my only friend because he was defending me," they said in between sniffles.

"It's ok, it was only a dream," I told them as they cried on my shoulder.

After a while, they fell asleep. I picked them up and thought it might be a good idea to take them back to their room. I heard them mumbling about a song. I thought that was pretty fucking cute. I finally fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next day.