The Missing Princess

Meeting the King

Alex's POV

After being denied my request for a clean pair of underwear, I figured that I could just wear the same ones that I was wearing before I took my shower. When I turned around to look for my clothes where I had left them, I noticed that they were not there. I started to panic because I thought that one of the two guys who kidn*pped me had come into the bathroom while I was taking my shower and stolen my old clothes. Was this a ploy to force me to not wear anything but the dress in the presence of the King? I couldn't waste anymore time contemplating these two and their motives. I started scrounging through some of the drawers looking for anything that I could take with me to defend myself against anyone if need be. However, my search ended in vain as all I found was a brush and hair dryer available for me to use. I decided that I would comply with the requests of these two for the time being until I can find an opportunity to be able to escape. The only problem was that I had not sensed Reika since I woke up and that started to give me lots of concern. My father had taught me some very basic fighting skills and moves but we never regularly practiced them, so I kind of forgot a lot about what I should do in a situation like this.

"Time to go!" Stumpy said as he pushed open the door wide. The other guy approached me and again I was put in chains. This time they put the chains not only around my wrists but also around my ankles and I felt like a slave that had no chance of escaping from the tortures I might experience.

They take me out to a white unmarked van but before they put me inside the back of it, they cover my eyes with some type of cloth so that I cannot see where we are actually going. I guess they feel like I already know where we are, which is false because I have no clue where we are at all. As a matter of fact, the terrain looks so different that the only thing I am certain of is that we are no longer in the United States of America. They put me in the back of the van and I heard a clicking noise telling me that they must have put some type of lock on my chains and had possibly chained me to the inside of the truck.

The drive seemed like it went on for ever and I almost thought we would never reach the place where the two guys were taking me, which I would have been very grateful for. Then just as I was about to ask the two kidnapers about pulling the vehicle over so I could take care of lady business, the truck we were in stopped and then I heard voices between one of the kidnapers and someone outside of the vehicle. Suddenly, the doors of the truck were yanked open and slammed against the sides of the vehicle with a lot of unnecessary force. I felt two hands grab my arms and drag me out of the vehicle. I still could not see anything as my eyes were still covered.

"Take her to the king's chamber, he wants to have some fun with her." one of the unknown voices said. The two people who had ahold of me started to pull me in an unknown direction, they were kind enough to not completely drag me and I was able to walk on my own. After about 10 minutes of walking, the two guys stopped and had a conversation with what I guess were guards around the place I was in. I heard a loud creaking noise directly in front of me and I started to struggle in the arms of the two men because I couldn't see what was going on. The two men didn't want to put up with me struggling anymore, so one of them grabbed my arms and the other grabbed my legs, picking me up they carried me to wherever it was we were going. I was still struggling the whole time because I was very uncomfortable with this whole situation. Finally, they threw me down onto a very soft surface which felt very much like a bed. But just as I tried to move so that I could possibly get the blind fold off, each one took one of my wrists and tied my wrists above my head so that I couldn't move from where I was. The thing I wanted the most was just to have this stupid blind fold removed so that I could see and understand what was going on a little better. When they were finished with my srists they moved to my ankles and repeated the same procedure so that I would not be able to do anything except for struggle on the bed that I was assuming I was on.

"You can leave now" I heard a deep voice bellow. With my sight gone for the time being, I was listening as much as I could to be able to understand where the stranger with the deep voice was and if he was moving around the room. I kept hoping that he wouldn't move in the direction of the bed as I didn't want anyone close to me, especially because I just remembered what I was wearing and it didn't cover very much of my body at all.

"What is your name?" the voice asked.

"A-A-Amber M-Milligan" I stuttered out because I didn't want to give him my real name.

"Those idiots!" he roared "They kidnaped the wrong girl! I will kill the two of them the next time I see them." he grunted out, storming over to the door and opening it.

"Guards, get the housekeeper of the servants up here." He yelled as the door was slammed shut.

So this man with the deep voice was the king. I wonder who he is actually after.

10 minutes later, a soft knock was heard at the door and then it was opened very gently.

"You requested to see me your Majesty?" said a very soft female voice.

Yes, this girl was brought to me today and she is not the girl I have been looking for. Since she has come all this way, I thought she could be of use to you as one of the servants of the residence." He responded back as I heard something tapping against wood.

"Thank you, your Majesty. I know exactly where she could be helpful. But first, do you know how old she is? Her body seems a little young for what I had in mind." The woman said.

"How old are you girl??" The deep voice asked.

I didn't want to answer them so I stayed silent. Suddenly I heard what sounded like a chair move across a wooden floor and, before I could really think about what was going on, my cheek was burning from someone slapping me.

"I asked you a question, and when I ask questions I will get answers or there will be consequences for those who choose to defy me. Do I make myself clear?" He said as I could feel the bed dip and his hot breath was getting closer to my face.

"I-I'm 14." I stuttered out again.