The Rose

Chapter 21 take over

Roselyn woke terrified, her body was shaking and her head spinning. She looked down to see her clothes were gone, she growled realizing she was going to get hurt. She wrapped herself in the soft blanket on the bed she had woken on, and rushed to find an exit.

She looked around the room, a cage sat in one corner, the bed she woke on was pressed against the wall, a small waterfallesk pond/bath in another corner of the room, a closet, a shelf with books and strange symbols then the door and it was locked.

She punched the door, she wanted out, she wanted to get back to Draco. She needed to get back to Draco. She paced the floor, she soon heard voices outside the door. She rushed to grab a the heaviest object off the shelves and rushed to the closet.

She hid within the clothes breathing heavily. She heard the door unlock. "Damn it, you woke up did you princess." Said the voice of the man who had kidnapped her. "Come out of the closet and I won't hurt you."

She stiffened, he knew she was there? She crouched down trying to hide. The blanket covering her petite body. She held the staff like object in her dominate hand waiting for him to approach.

She heard his footsteps. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. He threw open the door his dark yet chiseled features catching the light. His smile grew as she tried to hit him with the weapon. He grabbed it from her swiftly. "You really are a silly little thing aren't you, come here."

He sat on the bed waiting for her. "I said come here."

She slowly began to make her way towards him feel his dark eyes look her over. He smiled and grabbed the blanket. She fought with him for the fabric but in the end it was on the floor, the cold air running over her body making her shiver.

"P..please don't." She cried as his hands began to explore his frame. "Please..Draco..he is going to be angry...he will kill you."

"Let him try princess," he said pulling her in his lap. The rod in his pants poking at her. She whined as he held her tightly, he pushed her down feeling her squirm. He grinned laughter working at his chest, she whined as he played with her. "I do not want to hear about that stupid leach again. You can and will submit to me, soon I will be hearing you call me Master. I will become what that leach was to you."

He began to kiss up her neck, she shuttered terrified. He licked her shoulder and made his way up to her ear lobe and began to make his way back down. She began to cry. "No more tears honey." He whispered. She was terrified, every bone in her body was telling her to run. "It's alright."

"No it isn't you want to make me yours." She hissed. He smiled and picked her up, he pinned her down against the bed, his smile growing wide. She began to scream, he growled and placed his hand around her neck. He squeezed tightly, she choked, he smiled wide.

"This my dear is what we call the level of power. I own you, you will not win this war you are trying to fight, I am going to prevail." She whimpered in his hold, his hand began loosen around her. With her free hand she swung punching him across the face.

He dropped her, she ran for the door throwing it open. She didn't care her body was bare, she could care less. All she cared about was that she got back to Draco.

She heard his yell of outrage, she began to run faster her feet carrying her as far as a cell room. She made her way inside and saw a horrible sight, tons of creatures starving and bloodied.

"Run." They called to her. "Hurry." She raced down the hall and hid behind another door. She heard the princes voice carrying out through the castle like cave. She heard one voice a prisoner call out to him.

"She's in here."

She stiffened terrified. No no no. She looked to see the prince enter the room, a mark on his face from where she punched him. She felt more tears rolling down her cheeks. No no no, not him anyone but him. He walked towards her hiding spot, he grabbed the handle and pulled it away from the wall revealing her.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her back to his room shutting the door. He tossed her on the bed. "I was going to be nice princess, but you have made me angry now."

"Please please...please don't hurt me, or touch me. I don't even know your name." She was curled in a ball. He stopped stalking towards her.

"You do not know my name?" He asked her. She shook her head cowering in fear. "Graham." He replied. "My name is Graham, and your name is Roselyn. Look now we know each other."

"That does not work." She hissed. "I do not know you purely off your name."

"How would you say we get to know each other." He asked sitting on the bed beside her.

"You know how people usually get to know each other, talking, friendship." He smirked growing closer to her. His face inches away from hers.

He smiled widely. "You want to be my friend little princess?"

She shuttered, he smirked and helped her from her cowering position. He placed her in his waterfall bath, he stripped in front of her, stepping into the water, she gasped seeing how perfect his body was.

"You like what you see love?" She shook her head trying not to look him in the eye. His eyes, perfectly hazel. His hair dark brown, his facial hair perfectly kept. "I see, silent. Roselyn, my princess-"

"I am not your princess." She snapped.

"On the contrary, I am a prince, you a princess." He smiled caressing her cheek. She swatted his hand away.

"I am not a princess." She hissed, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

He grabbed her hands. "In my eyes you are." She felt her face cover in a maroon blush. He smiled wide, he wrapped his arms around her. She tried to make her way to the other end of the pool, he smirked tightening his grasp around her.

"Let me go." She hissed.

"If you wish." He waited a moment while she was trying to make it away from him. Then he let her go. She fell forward with a splash, she surfaced with a sputter.

"That was rude." She whined. He grinned and began to laugh his voice deep and his laughter deeper. He grabbed her hair pulling her closer.

"I love these red curls." He whispered huskily against her neck. He was playing with the strands of now wet hair, she whined and tried to pull away from him. He tightened his grasp and bit her shoulder. She let out a cry, he smirked and licked the now bloodied wound.

"No. You can't do that." She placed her hand on the wound, as she pulled it way she let out a whimper. Blood covered her small palm.

He chuckled. "I already did princess. This will make it so all the wolves that see you can tell you belong to me. Now tell me, do you want me to fill you with pups tonight or tomorrow after breakfast?"

"Friends first." She cried.

"Tonight or after breakfast?" He asked again. "If I have to ask again I pick."

"After breakfast." She yelped when his hand snaked down around her thigh. He squeezed it when she replied.

"I can wait that long." He replied softly. He smiled kissing her up and down.

"Please stop stop," She whined. "Please." He nodded but continued unfazed by her cries. The tears salty to the taste, he grinned as she began to cry harder.

He grinned wider. "Good that's good keep crying." She felt her body stiffen, he wanted her to cry. He wanted her to be in pain. He sunk his teeth in her arm and her other shoulder. She tried to fight him but soon he over powered her.

He pinned her against the side of the pool. He body was shuttering, his power over her was intense. He held her wrists down to the side with his left hand, she felt his right hand snake down between her legs, he thrashed but he did not care, this was his new toy, she was his new lover.

"I will be making you my queen by morning." He said pulling her out of the pool and drying her off. He dressed and wrapped her in his arms. "I love you princess."