Princess Amara

Chapter Sixteen

You couldn't write how un-fucking-lucky I was. 

I'm serious too. Everything that could possibly go wrong in the span of a week, had. 

My Father had lost his mind and declared that my sister's and I get married, I was forced to go to the awful ball, some bitch in a bright yellow dress mind fucked my Dad, and caused him to sentence us to death. I had to jump out of an extremely fucking high palace, only to be saved by another fugitive, then to have the Death Knights low key kidnap me, now to be here. 

Here. 

Right here is officially my low point. 

Right here, now in a much skimpier yellow outfit, my hands bound by some invisible magic and being hand fucking fed like a child, on the lap of one of my many enemies. 

I tried to stop glaring at the side of Razor's face as he continued to try to press different foods to my lips, a large smile on his hideously handsome face. 

"My Flower, eat. Or else I will get very angry again, and you'll lose more than just the length of your dress" he smirked up at me, his hands holding my waist down with his one hand that had been slowly seeping lower and lower over my hips. 

The feeling was like having insects crawl over my skin, but he had long taken away my ability to move after the third attempt on his life. 

You would think he would find that reason enough to let me go, but all it seemed to be doing was making this fucking creep more and more interested. 

I tugged at the magic bounding my hands again. No luck. 

An insufferable sigh left my lips as I looked down at my 'outfit'. After he had walked out, I immediately threw a lamp at him and darted for the door. 

That was when my gown turned into a tight fitting dress that only reached the top of my thighs. 

Demeaning enough, but at least my chest was covered. 

After he forced me to sit down and have dinner with him, and I failed in gauging his eyes out with a fork, my dress turned into a two piece outfit, the top just barely covering my dignity let alone my chest. 

He then felt it was necessary to have me sit right next to him, since I had flight risk stamped on my ass, which led to me trying to use the table cloth to strangle him to death. 

Failed. 

A for effort though, and creativity, if I must say so myself. 

I now was sporting ample cleavage and under boob. The once regal looking yellow satin dress down twisted into a clubbing outfit, straining against every curve I had, which was a lot. 

If I wasn't running on pure hatred and homicidal thoughts, I'd be extremely uncomfortable about not being able to bend over without having to charge a fee. 

"Razor, for the millionth time, release me. You cannot keep me here" I breathed deeply, trying to sound as absolutely calm as I possibly could. 

He turned his strange eyes onto me, the whites alight with something like victory, "I love you, Amara, my beautiful Flower. I let you go once, and I will never let you go again. I've been waiting for your return, and now I'll never part with you" he sighed, looking up at me. 

"LISTEN YOU POSSESSIVE LITTLE SHIT. I-" I coughed, laughing a little, trying to defuse the situation as he only stared at me with bated patience. "I-I'm sorry. I don't mean to yell, I just feel like you're not listening to me, Razor, and you know how I am when you don't listen. I cannot stay here, you know your Mother does not like me, and I have things that I need to attend to. I really enjoyed this extremely demeaning interaction that we shared. I apologize that I wished injury to happen to you, that was wrong of me ... to wish it and try to carry it out. I need to go, okay? This was ... an experience that I will never be able to really forget no matter how hard i try, but it's time to let me go" I said, trying for the calm angle.