Prince of the ghetto MxM (Staten Krown)

9

I woke up panicking. Where was I?

What was happening?

I was...tied up. I looked to my right. Marcus was the only other person there. I was panicking as soon as I realized that I couldn't move.

"Marcus. Marcus I'm tied up...MARCUS!"

"I know."

"Marcus let me out of here!"

"I can't."

"What the fuck you mean you can't?

"Djimon. I'm tied up too," Marcus stated, "Look..."

He was right. He was tied up as well. We were in a dark room. I was sweating almost immediately. I was panicking. I was breathing heavy. I tried to hold it in, but who the fuck was I kidding? I was such a clown. I was an idiot. I immediately started to cry at that moment. I started to cry my fucking eyes.

"I can't—-do this—what's—going on?—Marcus—"

"Prince, please calm down," Marcus stated shaking his head, "We'll get through this. I'll need you to act mature for a minute. We were kidnapped by people who work for your sister. I heard them talking outside the door earlier.""

That bitch. I knew Amanirenas was behind this.

"What about Brolic and Jalen?"

"I don't know..."

"Dead?"

"Djimon. I don't know."

"She'll kill us."

There was no point. There was no reason to even fight it. She was going to fucking kill us and that was going to be the end of that. I was crying uncontrollably at that point. Marcus kept trying to calm me down but I wasn't having it.

"Djimon, listen..."

"Marcus I can't. I can't take this."

"I'll tell you a story. Remember I used to tell stories all the time to you when we were kids. That was a part of my job."

Marcus was right. I guess it sucked really. He was only a child back then himself. Someone should have been reading him stories but instead he was the one who was sold into servitude and made to read stories to a stuck up little prince. I remembered however that the stories always calmed me down.

"Sure."

"OK Well this is more like a memory. Remember when I first met you. We were just kids back then. The first time I saw you...I remember thinking...well prince...I remember...may I be candid prince?"

I looked over at Marcus. He was hesitating for a reason.

"Marcus I want you to always be candid with me," I told him.

I meant it too. Maybe it was being in New York for so long. Maybe it was being around the others.

"I remember I hating you. It was more like jealousy looking back now, but then I thought it was hate. I had sacrifice my childhood to give you one. Me and the other boys were sold as your playmates. We weren't allowed to play without you being there. We weren't allowed to touch a toy until you touched it first."

"Oh my god...I had no idea."

I remembered playing with Marcus and other boys as kids. The way I remembered it was that everyone had fun though. I had no idea these little boys had to follow rules. They weren't my playmates. They were my slaves. It sickened me a little bit.

"I know. I know because I remember one day you came up to me and asked me why I was forcing my smile. From that moment I stopped hating you."

"I don't get it...why?"