My dark prince

The dark

Past

That man, the evil man. He isn't supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be here. At least I don't think I am. I can't quite remember.

All I can remember is the boy, my boy. We are supposed to be together. But I'm all alone, and it's so dark. I'm scared, I want to go home.

I dont want to see the bad man, I don't want him to touch me again. I just want to get back to the boy.

"PLEASE!! SOMEONE! ANYONE!! please, let me out" I cried, sobbing.

Suddenly a door slide open from the wall. Two men stepped into the small dark room. One of them was the evil man.

"Why won't you let me go please just let me go I want to go home." I said curling into myself. I scooched as far away as possible from them in the corner of the room hiding my tiny body.

I watched them from where I was sitting as they started to come over. I screamed but no one heard me, or seamed to care

The evil man smiled. He said "You have no home. I found you on the streets and now you are mine, To do as I please." the other man reached over grabbing me by the hair and dragged me out of the room.

I tried as hard as I could to get him to let go I kicked and hit at him as hard as I could but my hands are so small. It barley did any damage.

"Please let me go, I don't want to be here. I'm not supposed to be here. please I just want to go back. Dont hurt me please, I don't want to go back to that place with that monster! He hurt me please don't let him hurt me! Pleeeasse" I sobbed

" I won't be helping you anytime soon girly, there is no escape from this place. I suggest you just listen to what we say. Or I'll be doing to you what he is about to. I don't know maybe I will, it kinda sounds like fun to me doesn't it to you girly." said the man.

This man was much more muscular than the evil man a little stockier, a little taller than him and so strong.

The evil man was older than the stocky man, he had gray hair and cold blue eyes like ice chips. He was skinny but not too skinny and had tattoos on his arms.

The stocky man threw me into a big room onto a bed that filled most of it. it was the only thing in there that I could see. no other way out than the way that we came in.

Looking up at them I realized they were coming tward me. Please someone save me, I want my boy,

I thought. "Please don't do this. I'm scared I don't want you too." I said

"Don't worry little girl, you might like it in the end." said the evil man, shutting the door.

"It will only hurt a bit won't it bron" said the burly man.

Soon enough there hands were on me. under my clothes touching me in places I didn't want to be touched. "please help me " I begged to the air, to nothing, maybe to a passerby. But somewhere in my mind I knew there was no one. No one was going to help me not even my boy.

Future

I've never liked the dark but sometimes you just have to get used to it. The dark can hide you, can protect you. The dark can also hide things from you. The bad things the monsters that haunt your dreams, and the things you can't quite remember. The dark is a protector and an instagator. For the Many it is dangerous, scary, volitial, even haunting. For people like me it's safe, until it's not.