HIS HIGHNESS

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2 ◇ Slave

"I am sure we can work something out," I try to negotiate as they grab for my arms and I manage to move away in time. Holding my hands up, I tried to not panic as I watch their angry faces. This had to be a joke here. Some camera will probably be recording us right now for some television show. There is some humour in this. "How much money do you want? Ten grand?"

They move closer as I back away, baring teeth. And that is when I notice they aren't humans. They're werewolves. Just my luck. Definitely no television show. If I know anything about werewolves, is that they are never ones to make themselves apart of the entertainment. So no cameras here.
But why? Why has Dad gotten himself involved with werewolves of all the creatures on the planet? Isn't he human? Doesn't he know we should stay under their radar? Or is it because he works for them? The only other creatures he should be interacting with are animals such as bugs, birds and such. Couldn't he have some hobby like gardening?

Crap, this has to be serious though. Why would he be gambling me away? Or does it have to be me?

"What about I get you guys another woman?" I ask, grasping at straws here. I am seriously out of ammo. How much life I have lived? A good twenty one years. How much of it have I enjoyed? None. So why does my life have to end like this? They grin then. Oh crap, I am panicking. Calm down racing heart. These werewolves can be our buddies. "Or better yet, another werewolf? By the way, why do you guys want me?"

Seeming to be tired of my games, out of nowhere they grab me and I am held captive. I kick one, but he barely made a sound and I have to bite back a screem. "I am diseased," I cry out. Things suddenly seem a bit too serious. And a whole lot heart breaking as I watch my father at the kitchen counter with his face in his hands. "Dad! Daddy! Don't let them take me away."

Even in the dark, I can see the glistening of the tears running down his face and I want to cry too. Maybe this is a set up. Surely he wouldn't gamble this bad. If he needs money, he knows he can ask me. What could have caused this? And don't they usually knock you out? Jeez, this is a rough ride.

We are suddenly back out into the cold air, but I can't make another sound as they immediately strap on some device over my mouth from inside. What crap is this? It looks too undercover illegal technology. As far as I can see at least. Not getting a proper view from up her.

Trying to smack on of these heavily muscled creatures, I find myself being thrown in a vehicle before I can make another attack. In the boot nonetheless. Banging my hand against the roof, I know it is no use as they start to drive. Where we are going? I have no idea.

This isn't the least bit funny yet I can' seem to hold back the laugh that is tickling the back of my throat. Is this what crazy feels like? I lie down on my back, the material under me being pure iron. They made this crap especially for kidnapping, huh?

I bang my head against it and immediately regret it. This is getting out of hand now. My hands and feet aren't bound yet I feel useless. I try to move, but I suddenly feel immobile. That is when I see the green light being reflected in the metal ceiling of the boot. This is unbelievable. Is this some conspiracy thing? This thing over my mouth is keeping me immobile.

Explains why I can't even so much as shift. That is when I feel a bump in the road and my head hits into the ceiling before I crash back onto the iron floor, feeling as if more ribs than I have are broken. Well, at least I am on my side now. I sniff the floor. Beside from the metallic smell of iron, it smells clean enough to sleep on. I can't sleep on my back anyhow. But should I be sleeping though?

I try to blink, but my eyelids close and take forever to open. Okay, so apparently these are going to be immobile too. Do I prefer them open or closed? I never knew my life would come to this. I always assumed the worse was becoming an orphan. I made sure of that, but here I am, not able to even shift my butt out a little so I can be more comfortable. Just my luck? Who are these guys anyway? And how did they end up on the royal compound without anyone looking out in suspicion or anything. Are they of royalty?