The Desert Assasin

"You should know better than to trust royalty, whore" Prince Trax smirks, his finger propping my chin up, while my hands were tied behind my back. "But why.. I thought you saw me fit as a bodyguard..." I felt my eyes brim with tears when I realise too late that like any other man in this wasteland only wanted me for my body. Not the skills I possessed. "Tsk tsk, you are only a woman, you belong as a slave, no more no less" he tuts, slapping me on my cheek condescendingly. I could feel my betrayal, anger and frustration welling up inside, my eyes burning with hate. "Trax, you will regret your actions." I seethe, my hands pulling on the ties, I could feel the ties digging into my skin but I didn't care. "Oh? But Arue, men are all the same, you said so before" he smiles fakely, his hand trailing down my face, softly brushing against my neck, my eyes widen as I kick and struggle against his touch. I could feel a burning sensation fly all over my skin, raising my hair on end, my eyes blurring before me. Sand rose around the prince, creeping up his legs before draining his legs dry of water. I hear a thud to the floor followed by a man yelling in pain. "You bitch, you did this" I hear Trax angrily yelling at me, the next moment my vision clears, the bile rose in my throat as his legs appeared to be shruken and wrinkly, like a dried up fruit. I gape at him, the sand dropping when my eyes clear. "I didn't do anything!" I snap, tears brimming my eyes once again. He could put me to death for something I didn't do, or worse yet send me off to be auctioned. The people buying were worse than being sent to death. The guards came rushing in upon hearing the prince yell and bark orders that I be sold first thing in the morning.