Kidnapped and Forced to Enter a World of Fantasy

KIdnapped and Forced to Enter a World of Fantasy Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Every so often I would start to come around but the people that took me would always inject me with something that knocked me out. Finally after what seemed like forever I opened my eyes. I looked around me and saw that I was on a huge bed in the middle of a bedroom. The bed had red sheets and a black comforter. The room was covered in posters of bands that I have heard of and some that I haven't. I noticed that my hands and legs were tied down when I tried to sit up.

            "Ugh where the fuck am I?" I scream.

            I didn't expect an answer but I heard someone open the door. This totally gorgeous girl walked in. She did not look happy to see me. She sauntered over to the side of the bed. She started to untie my hands and feet. When she finished she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed. She let go and I fell to the floor hard.         

            "Get up, we don't have all day," she rudely told me.

            "Excuse me but I'm not going anywhere with a bitch like you. And where the hell am I?" I said standing up.

            'You will not talk to me like that. You will find out where you are soon enough but until then do as I say when I say it. Do you understand?"She slapped me across the face.

            "Yeah whatever."

            "Good now come with me. We have to get you fixed up and make you look presentable."

            She grabbed my wrist; I swear I will have a bruise there tomorrow. She dragged me into a bathroom that was half the size of the bedroom. One wall was one long mirror with a counter that had two sinks and had about every makeup and hair brand known to man spread across it. Opposite the mirror was a shower that had jets all over the place inside of it. Next to the amazing shower was a gigantic bathtub.

            The bitch tossed a couple of towels at my face and pointed to the shower. If I have to deal with her attitude for much longer she was going to have to buy herself a new nose. I waited until she left the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. For being kidnapped and constantly knocked out I didn't look that bad. The only bad thing was my greasy, knotted hair. I stripped out of my clothes and started to shower. I found that it had my favorite hair and body products. I took extra time washing my hair. As I was stepping out and wrapping the fluffy towel around my body she walked in.

            She looked me up and down and scowled at me. I mean I think I'm pretty but compared to her no one is pretty so I have no idea why she is giving me that look. After securing my towel so it wouldn't fall off I put my hair in the other towel. She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me out of the bathroom. I did something stupid; when we got to the door I used it to stop myself.

            "Ugh, why can't you cooperate? If you did it would make my life so much easier and I won't have to get in trouble for hurting you." She said calmly while trying to pull me.

            "I'll cooperate when you tell me where the hell I am. And go ahead and try to hurt me I don't care if I get hurt or die anymore. You took away the only thing that I care about so go ahead and kill me."

            "I told you that you will find out soon enough where you are. And if I even leave a mark on you it's my head. You don't know how much I want to rip that pretty little head of yours off."

            "Whatever," I say walking through the doorway and to the bed.

            The look she gave me scared the crap out of me but I wasn't going to let that show on my face. She opened another door that I'm guessing is the closet. Minutes later she walked out with two dresses in her arms. She laid them out on the bed, but I couldn't see what they looked like since they were still in their garment bags. She opened both bags and inside laid two beautiful formal gowns. One was black and white and the other was a jade green. She kept looking between me and the dresses. After about 3 minutes of looking at the dresses and me she zipped the black and white dress back up.

            "Put this one on and hurry up we don't have much time and I still have to get ready," She handed me the jade dress.

            "Fine, whatever." I mutter and turn around and put the dress on.

            The dress hugged all my curves perfectly. It was low cut but not too revealing. When I turned back around she already had her dress on and it was a royal purple that had a tight bodice and a flowing skirt. She grabbed my arm, painfully I might add. She sat me in front of a vanity. She grabbed a pair of scissors and brought them to my wet hair, my eyes opened wide but I didn't want to piss her off more so I stayed quiet. With each snip a silent tear fell, I haven't cut my hair since my baby brother died 5 years ago. We never talked about him so no one knows he existed.

            When she was finally done she made me face her and she applied my makeup. She wouldn't let me look at myself. She finished her makeup quicker than she had done mine. She handed me jade heels to match my dress. She grabbed my arm more gently than before and pulled me from the room. We walked to a grand staircase that went down into a ballroom. I could barely see what was going on but I got that bad gut feeling again.

            "You will wait until my brother Andrew is here and when he does show u will follow behind him with your eyes down at the floor. You are not to look anyone in the eyes, nor are you to talk to anyone unless Andrew says you can. Just a warning he will not be as nice as I was." She whispered in my ear.

            "Presenting Princess Cleopatra Vesucci." A random voice said and the whole room got quiet.

            I waited in silence. It seemed to take him forever to get here so I leaned against a wall and closed my eyes as I thought about my family. They were probably heartbroken since they have now lost two children. Just as I was starting to fall asleep someone kicked my leg. I opened my eyes and looked into the greenest eyes I have ever seen.

            "Oh, I'm sorry." I say quickly and avert my eyes to the ground.

            "It's fine, I'm not Andrew nor Cleopatra so I'm not nearly as mean. You can look at me." He gently lifts my face so I look him in the eyes.

            Even though he wants me to look him the eyes I can't because his eyes remind me so much of my brother. I feel tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes.

            "Please don't cry. I want to look into the beautiful grey eyes without them being filled with tears."

            I look him in the eyes. There was so much happiness and friendliness in those eyes I felt safe and like I was home and not in this hell hole.

            "Presenting Prince Donatello Vesucci."

            "I have to go. Save me a dance." He kissed me on the cheek and left.

            I was about to lean against the wall again but someone grabbed my arm again. When I faced the person I was staring into the coldest dark blue eyes I have ever seen. I immediately looked down.

            "That's right you better look at the ground, slave. You better not embarrass me tonight."

            I was about to speak but his hand striking my face stopped me. Tears were forming again. I quickly wiped them away I wasn't going to show this arrogant jerk that he had hurt me.

            "Presenting Prince Andrew Vesucci and his slave Emmeralda Martinez."

            He began to descend down the stairs and I followed him. I knew  tonight was going to be horrible and I could do nothing to stop it.