Twisted Perfection

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Chapter 3|Your Life, For A Job

So, if you and I had not suffered as we have, there would be no depth to us as human beings—no humility and no compassion.

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My hands shot up, latched onto his arms and yanked to pull them off but his grip was relentless. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp to no avail.

I grunted as we stumbled back a little as a result of our little struggle to get a grip on the other. He came out the victor of that battle when he removed his hand from my eyes and managed to hold both my wrists behind my back.

"Bad idea, Darlin'," he leaned down to whisper in my ear, sending chills down my spine. "Let's get you to your appointment. Don't want to be late because that's disrespectful."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him smirk. I glared in response, not caring whether or not he could see.

'The arrogance of this guy!'

He gently pushed me forward, encouraging me to walk but I refused to move an inch. He let out an abrupt sigh, removed his left hand from my mouth and placed it on my left shoulder.

This time, when he pushed me, he had more force and now steered me with that hand.

"You've got to make everything difficult, don't you?"

"It keeps you and your guards on your toes. Don't want you guys getting lazy." It was probably a stupid idea to talk back, but I couldn't help it. Old habits die hard. He chuckled.

"Got a surprisingly smart mouth for a murderer facing their sentence."

"Yeah well, I don't even know what my sentence is going to be. So I don't think it's very surprising to be on the defensive." I glanced over my shoulder to give him a pointed look.

"Talking back with attitude is a defensive?" He sounded amused which caused me to let out a huff of annoyance.

"I don't understand why you find this so amusing. I'm merely speaking my mind." I looked away from him and stared at the passing dungeon wall.

"I'd expect you to be on your knees begging me for your release." He smirked again and gave me a wink. "In both ways."

'Are you kidding me?'

"It's amazing how cocky you privileged people are, especially in the royal family," I scoffed. "As if anyone would be begging for either at all." I shook my head. "ça me fait chier."

The arrogant Prince continued to steer me out of the dungeons until we reached the stairs connected to one of the Castle's main halls. We climbed the stairs in silence, the only sound being our shoes hitting the marble steps.

'Marble leading to the dungeons? Merde. These assholes must waste so much money on pointless junk.'

When the prince and I finally entered the hall, I couldn't help but wince at the brightness of it due to the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Being locked in a cell for four days does that to you.

"Come on." He ushered me towards what I could only guess was the door that led to the throne room. I glanced around the hall as we gradually drew closer to the door.

Large coloured glass windows were structured all along the right side of the hall. The left wall held paintings of the Royals and had suits of armour spaced along the wall. A few maids were bustling about, dusting here and there, giggling and gossiping to one another while they worked. The two guards who entered the dungeons with the Prince were the only ones present in the hall.