Hidden.

Chapter 2

King's P.O.V

When I walked out my guardians that had been asleep for so long awoke and took their places. Standing by my sides ready to kill anyone who dared to challenge me.

"Follow". My voice shook the maids and butler's that appeared in front of me ready to do my bidding.

I strolled down the hallway looking through my side vision every now and then. Seeing a sight that makes the sides of my mouth curl up.

A human being is hanging up by metal chains by their wrists begging for mercy. The creature in there one of my most trusted, getting ready to torture the thing until it can barely be recognised.

When I finally got to the end of the torture chambers a door appeared.

This door was specially for for the creature's to go wherever they're job is. It was made by my late many times great grandfather. He made it from old oak and painted it in a substantial amount of something called Hydrocortisone. It's fireproof meaning he could put some of hell's blue and black flames on it to decorate it.

After I'd stopped staring at it: I told my oldest and wisest butler to get the specially made cloak for me.

My mind starting racing in ways to scare her. I could do anything from the drop down, to the original reach up from under the bed, to even the stare at (my personal favourite because of my eyes.).

I chose to just walk in through the cupboard when she's nearly out and go under the bed and slowly reach up. It's a classic! Can never go wrong with a classic.

"Hurry up! I have an important person to see..." My mouth curled up into an unexplainable smirk that looked so evil you could practically feel the evil rolling off me.

The one butler that I sent off finally came back with my black cloak lighted with the flames of hell. Setting it on my shoulders the door opened ready for transport me to my destination.

The only thing that's wrong with this door is that my grandfather had a kinda adrenaline junky attitude meaning that he of course made it as weird as he could.

Colours flew everywhere, most of them blinding you.

When I finally got to her bedroom it was as clean as my office. There was not a speck of dirt or mess anywhere.

What kind of kid is this?!

I stop and look around. There's literally no toys nothing. There's a couple of worn out books to the side but other than that nothing!

A small sigh got my attention. It was the girl. "Just get this over with.".

Huh?! What.?! I look over to the low level creature in the corner scaring her little brother. He's just as shocked as I am.

I have no choice but to carry on with my job. I crawl under the bed and reach up. "Wooow scary...."

Why is she not screaming!?

Before I can question anything else there's a bang. Quickly followed but footsteps quickly arising the stairs.

"Move over!" I look up to see her on the floor and I move over so she get under her as well. What's going on I'm so confused!

The door bursts open and the alcoholic smell wafts in before I can even see where from.

A big bulky man obviously intoxicated stars shouting  for Charlotte to get out from her hiding spot before he sees her foot.

This obviously drunk man reaches under. Trying to grab her.

Not on my watch. When he puts his hand under the bed I grab it. Slowly lifting myself up from his hand.

"You will not harm my daughter get it!". I put my hand on his check as I moves behind him, whispering in his ear "You will not touch her.".

A shiver noticeably running down his spine as he nods and runs.

I look under the bed and she's shivering. A lot. I pick her up and cuddle her until she's calm. When's she's stopped shivering i tuck her in.

"Goodnight my daughter." Ready to leave and come back tomorrow.

"Goodnight Daddy."

I'm shocked but don't look back. Never look back.