His Princess

King

The smell of rotten death and evil filled my nostrils as i woke up. I saw myself in a dimly lit room with one light bulb. The cold concrete floor was hard and painful against my legs. I felt dizzy and weak. I need to find a way to escape. I get up but im immediately pulled back onto the ground by cold metal against my wrists. Rusty and dirty chains are wrapped around my wrists pinned to the floor, well nailed into the floor. Oh my god am i going to die in here?! I started to panic and feel my air slowly leaving me. I feel tears come rolling down my cheeks rapidly as i start thinking about Romeo and my certain death. After what felt like hours in this hell i saw the metal door forcibly open and see a tall dark figure holding a bag. Is it Romeo?!! I start feeling sudden relief. My relief quickly disappeared and my heart shattered once i saw the tall figure come closer to the light seeing a 50 something year old man with an expensive white suit. "Hello princess good morning" his yellow smile appears on his face. "There are some clothes in this bag, put them on and come down" he says and he shoves the bag into my face. He takes off the restraints, i thought about hitting him and running but i knew i wouldn't get far seeing a gun on his belt. "You got ten minutes you better hurry or ill drag you down by your hair" he threatens and slams the door shut. I looked into the bag and see the clothes. I shakily take my clothes off and shove them in the bag as i put on the clothes and shoes the old guy gave me.

i stared down at myself feeling disgust, i put on matching red lace up heels. I look around the room seeing a sink and a mirror in the far right of the room. I go up to it cleaning my face and staring into my reflection. Im rudely interrupted by a bang and a yell "Hurry up or i swear ill drag you down!" i heard a almost muffled voice on the other side. I open the door seeing an empty dark area and the only light was light coming from downstairs. I slowly go down seeing middle aged woman around a chair in front of a huge mirror. "Hello miss, we are instructed to get you ready" One lady said with a pity filled look. "My name is Lucinda, this is Mary-she pointed to an younger girl in her middle 20's organizing the makeup-this is Leandra-she pointed to an older woman connecting a strainer-and finally Wendy-she pointed to a lady who was cleaning around the room. "You miss..." "Natalia" i say with a small smile-"Natalia can sit here" she pats on a black leather chair. The women all start getting to work, straightening my hair and putting makeup on me. After almost an hour and a half they were done. I looked into the mirror feeling uncomfortable. "Thank you" i say as i look down. "Boss wants you to go through that door" Lucinda points to a dark wooden door at the other side of the room. I stand up feeling anxiety coarse through my veins and i walk up to the door and slowly turn the knob. Feeling the room spin around me i see a long vertical table table with old men on each side with an empty chair on the side of the old man in the white suit at the very beginning. Hearing them all talk and suddenly it comes to an abrupt stop and silence fills the room as eyes are being stared into my soul. "Welcome Cheryl" The white suit man says and points to the chair next to him. I slowly walk up and sit down. "This is Cheryl, she's fresh meat and will only be sold in hundredth thousands and over" he states as the men all nod. I feel my self slowly living my body not wanting to believe a word he says and not wanting to accept that this is actually happening. "Shall we start at 150 thousand" he asks. "200 thousand" one man with a maroon suit states. "250 thousand" once with a nave blue suit says. "350 thousand" one with a black suit says. "500 thousand dollars" a sixty year old man with a dark purple suit says as he creepily smiles at me. "Anymore? Going once..going twice...Sold!!" the white suit man proudly says. "She will be given to you once im done making and filling the contract" he says. Feeling disgusted and desperate to be saved. The boss whit suit man grabs me and takes me up the room. "You'll stay here for now  but once im done with everything you'll leave with Larry" he throws me into the room. "Fuck No!! I'm not going to be sold like some product!!, let me go!!!" i yell so angry i start to shake. He comes up to me and slaps me hard enough to calm my madness down and pulls me up by my hair. "You stupid bitch you are lucky i have shit to do because if i didn't i would beat the living shit out of you, you disrespectful whore!" he yells and slaps me again shoving me against the wall and slams my head again the hard stone wall then punches my stomach making me fall to the ground feeling like he broke some ribs. All i felt was excruciating pain throughout my body. He laughs madly and leaves, slamming the door. I didn't even have the strength to cry, i just want this grave pain to end. Will he even come for me?..

~~Finals are in three weeks and im wanna dieee :))~~