The Princess Pages: A Girl Like Cinderella

Song Seventy Two

THE PRINCESS OF DISGUISE IS NO MORE

A heaviness weighed down Cara's body as her consciousness slowly returned.

When she came to, her hands and ankles were bound, and Luther was on top of her, slicing away at her red gown.

"Hurry up, I want to get in on this," Nicholas said as he smirked, holding up his phone.

Cara's blood ran cold as she started to struggle and scream for help. Luther gagged her with a piece of cloth.

"I've been fantasizing about this for weeks since I first saw you at the Valentine's Ball," Luther said with a sick grin, his ginger hair drooping over his dark eyes as he tantalizingly used a pair of sharp scissors to slice her clothes into pieces.

"Shut up and cut faster," Nicholas Brooks complained in a harsh tone.

"Don't rush me," Luther hissed. "I want to savor every second." He leered down at the blonde girl beneath him on the bed, proud of himself for discovering this small and cold, dark basement.

The ginger-haired pervert feasted his lustful eyes over her half-nude body. He traced a long finger from her tear-streaked cheek to her collarbone, down to the side of her bust, his caresses trailing down to her small waist and milky long legs which were pinned down by rope binds.

"You're so hot," Luther said, resuming to slice at her red dress. She was trembling uncontrollably as the tears were relentlessly falling from her eyes. "And you're all mine tonight."

I am not and will never be yours, you bastard! Cara wanted to shout at him, but they'd bound her real tight, and with her mouth stuffed, she couldn't get any words out. More tears leaked from her eyes when she realized what was happening.

She was going to be raped, and she couldn't do anything to defend herself. She squirmed violently when Luther grabbed her moon necklace and yanked it from her neck, snapping the silver chain in half and tossing the small pendant to the drab floor with a CLINK.

"I like it when they struggle," the bastard said, wearing a lewd grin.

What had she done to deserve this?

Cara was stripped down to her underwear, and she cried even harder. She hated being weak and defenseless. She hated Luther and Nicholas with a passion. She loathed Luther and cursed him to hell, because not only was this situation bringing back horrible memories from two years before, but that he'd gotten another attempt to molest her, this time as Cara and not Lucy.

When she felt Luther's hand on her chest, Cara shut her eyes and steeled herself for the inevitable. He reached for her head, running his other hand through her yellow hair in a way that showed his ragged want, and she shuddered while more tears trickled down her face.

She tried to close her mind, but all of a sudden, someone was pulling Luther off of her body.

"You fucker!"

Carter? He went on a rampage as he pummeled Luther to the ground. Nicholas was about to run but Jackie caught up with him, took his phone, and repeatedly stomped on it with her heel.

Carter yelled furiously: "You asshole! I told you you had no right to breathe the same air her!" He socked Luther in the jaw and stomach, throwing hard punches until the ginger guy was writhing on the floor while coughing out blood.

Jackie didn't waste a second and gave Luther a rough kick in the side after she repetitively slapped Nicholas on both cheeks, making his face redden in pain as he fled away.

Cara groaned to get either one's attention. Carter immediately went to her and he released her from her bonds. She was shaking as he took off his maroon jacket and wrapped it around her.