Princess Can Fight |✓

Chapter 36: And you're obviously the only one who deserves normal?

As the knife remained stuck in my thigh all I could think about was Austin Prince.

Not the ever increasing excruciating pain that just seemed to get worse with every passing moment.

No, the pain was there but it didn't matter.

I knew I'd need help in some time. I just didn't know how I was going to explain my behaviour to any of them.

I whimpered. This was not going to end well.

Somehow I had assumed correctly. This did hurt less than having to speak to Prince after everything I said to him.

He was in pain and I guess the only rational explanation for what I had done, would be the fact that I had wanted to feel the kind of pain he felt.

It wasn't something I was proud of. Nor was it something they were going to be okay with.

I stared at the blade stuck in my thigh and let out a loud scream. This was wrong. It was stupid. What the fuck was I thinking.

"Oh shut it Princess!" He snapped.

"It hurts. It hurts! Let me go! Please!" I guess now I understood how Brad felt. Handcuffed. Stabbed in thigh. Feeling more than he wanted to. Helpless. Lacking the motivation to even try to do something to get out of the situation he was in.

"Didn't seem to be this painful a few minutes back." He smirked.

"Grant-- let me go! Please let me go! Cindy said she wouldn't hurt me--"

"And Cindy isn't here, is she?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Who are you? And what do you know about Flynn?"

"Why don't you go ask Cindy?"

"Because I know there's more than she's letting on. And you're right in the middle of this so I expect you to answer or you'll have this blade--" he pulled it out of my thigh and I let out a loud scream, hoping that at least someone would hear me. "If I don't get the answers I'm looking for, this blade will find itself in places you won't particularly like." He stuck it into the already deep cut again.

"I don't know anything!" I screamed.

He twisted the knife while it was still in my thigh.

"Stop it!" I cried.

"Answers. Now."

"I don't know. I don't know anything!"

"Okay Princess, this is going to hurt-" he pulled out the knife and pressed my thigh.

"It's his alternate personality. Flynn is Brad's alternate personality." He let go of my thigh.

"That's a good start. But I already knew that so you're going to have to give me more." Even in the darkness I could see his smirk.

"He--he's a good guy." I whispered.

"He's the guy who killed my best friend in cold blood." He spat scornfully.

"That doesn't make him a bad person! You don't know him!"

"Go on, I'm listening."

"He fights well."

"What has he been trying to for the last few weeks."

"Protect me."

"No, apart from that."

"I don't know?"

"You're a part of this and you don't know what it's about?"

"Nobody tells me anything!"