Captured by the King

Chapter 5

Alexander sighs, looking up at the ceiling idly. He regretted asking the king to untie him, first and foremost. He felt like a prick. The king was risking a lot to keep this kind of relationship, and asking him to do more, was honestly a dick move.

Fucking Idiot... He does so much for me. Why the hell would I ask that?!

          He shakes his head, realizing that this line of thinking was the opposite of his previous thinking. He was being brainwashed, he knew that. But the other way just seemed so right. He thinks back on his life up to that point, trying to remind himself of who he was.

You were Washington's aide de camp.
                         You were a fond lover.
                                       Were.

           That blasted past tense. He is a soldier at heart. He knew this. He just couldn't understand why he was thinking so radically against what he had always known.

           He jolted from his thoughts as two soldiers walked into the room. They had stern faces, and carried muskets.

Oh shit, what the hell are they doing? Is the king coming in after them?

He holds up his hand defensively.
          "Woah woah woah woah! Wait! Hold on- what are you-?!" He was cut off as one of the guards knocks him upside the head with the butt of his weapon.

Ouch! Fuck! Mother fucking redcoats! I'd stab you in the neck if I could!

He grunts, whipping his head back to glare at the soldiers.
          "You did not have the kings permission for this! You will both be- GHH!!" He has the wind knocked out of him as the weapon was slamming into his gut. The other soldier quickly turned Alexander onto his stomach, exposing his back.

Let go of me you fucking pricks! I didn't do anything to you!

The main soldier growls.
         "Maybe not, but we keep watching the king come in here with food we would dream of! He comes out with the largest smile on his face most days! What the hell is going on between you two?!" He yells.

What the hell do you think asshole?! Can't you think for yourself, or do you need the kings permission?!

Alexander growls.
         "I'm not going to tell you asshole!" He hisses. The soldier huffs, taking a whip from his belt and lashing Alex across the back. Alex convulses, letting out an agonized scream through his teeth. The burning welt left by the whip was unbearable.
          "GHHHHHH!!!" He fights, trying to shove off the other soldier. He manages to shove them to the floor, landing with a thump.

I will fight until my dying breath you assholes! I won't stop until I'm dragged to hell!

The other soldier huffs, lashing him across the back again. Alexander screams this time.
           "GEORGE!!! PLEASE!!" He screams for help. He hears rapid footstep beyond the third crack of the whip. He screams again. George bursts into the room, holding a pistol. He aims at the soldiers, his eyes filled with a cold fury.
           "Both of you. Release him immediately." He says calmly, cocking the pistol, finger on the trigger.

Hah... You fucks are in trouble now. Shoot them George. You want to. Do it!

The soldiers desist, stepping away from Hamilton quickly. George gestures to the door with a quick tilt of his head. The soldiers stand their ground. The king's calm expression quickly turning to rage.
             "Get the hell out you bloody minging cads!" He curses. The soldiers leave with a huff.