Captive
869 Words
"Tell me, Princess, are you ready?"
She heard that voice again, she was in a daze. "Please, please stop." Anna cried out, she was in so much pain.
He took the knife and dug it into her side, slicing her open once again.
Anna tried again to mind-link, "Please help me." she pleaded,
Nothing, she heard nothing back.
"What did I tell you about trying to mind-link?" He asked grabbing her roughly by the hair and pulling her head back against his chest. His hot breath on the side of her face. "You're mine," he whispered into her ear making her shiver.
"Please, don't hurt me," she begged in a shaky voice. "I miss my sister, I'm sorry." you could barely hear her words but she knew he was listening. He was always listening.
"Aren't you going to beg me?" he asked smugly.
Anna remained silent.
"You haven't bathed in three weeks." the smile on his face was wide, "If you beg, I might let you."
Anna stayed still and didn't speak.
He still had her by the hair and she was afraid to move or speak, for fear that he would harm her further.
"You must want clean clothes?" he asked as he used the knife to cut more of her clothing off her body.
Anna could feel the hot tears running down her cheeks, she tried to cover herself once again but the silver burned into her wrists. She screamed out in pain and he laughed.
"Beg me!" he ordered.
"Please, let me bathe?" she asked.
Anna had burn marks and knife cuts all along her body. She was covered in filth and most of her clothing had been cut from her body. The little that she was still wearing was soaked in her own blood.
"The little Prince could not protect you, are you ready for a real man?" he questioned with a smirk on his face. When he pressed himself up against her she tried to get away from him.
"Please stop," she begged again.
"Come on," he said taking the chains from her wrists.
Fear consumed Anna and she started to fight against him. He grabbed her roughly by the throat and held her a foot off the ground by her throat.
"If you do that again," he warned as he choked her, not allowing her to breathe. "I will f*ck you right here, against this wall, until the last breath leaves your body." he dropped her to the ground. "Do you understand?"
Anna was gasping and choking, fighting to get a breath into her body. Marks were already visible on her neck.
"Tell me you understand," he ordered.
She looked at him,
"Tell me," he said in a threatening tone as he stalked closer to her motionless body.
"Yes," she mumbled out
"Yes what?" he yelled at her.
The confusion was clear on her face.
"Say, Yes Daddy," he ordered.
Anna looked at him even more confused.
"Daddy?" she asked looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"You will learn," he smirked at her and picked her up from the floor, he brought her to the bathroom and said, "Strip,"
Anna's eyes went wide and she shook her head. "NO," she said quickly.
"I wasn't asking," he said as he tore the fabric from her skin.
Anna started to cry, "Please don't" she sobbed out.
He looked at her, a strange feeling took him over. He reached into the shower and turned it on. "Get in," he motioned to the shower, turned and helped her get in.
Anna didn't know what just happened but this was the nicest he had been to her. "Thank you, Daddy," she said getting in.
"Good girl," he said with a smile on his face.
Anna didn't know if that was good or bad but she really needed a shower. She hissed out as the water hit her fresh cuts.
Hearing her pain, he felt a little bad. He knew he was the one that caused her pain. "Do what I tell you and you won't feel any more pain," he said in a stern voice.
Anna said nothing as the tears continued down her cheeks, she carefully cleaned her skin, avoiding the fresh wounds.
"Did you hear me?" he asked loudly.
"Yes Daddy," she said between sobs.
He pulled back the curtain and turned the water off. Her eyes were wide and she tried to cover herself, only to be stopped by him as he wrapped a large warm towel around her body. She was visibly shaking.
"You will sit down," he said motioning to a chair he had brought in.
She walked over, keeping her eyes on him and sat down. He picked up a box and got down on his knees in front of her.
Looking at her, "Open the towel." she was shaking and looked at him. "I need to see the cuts," he said calmly. She slowly opened the side showing the cut marks. He carefully put an ointment on the cuts and then bandaged her. He went slowly and covered each gash with medicine and bandages. Finally, he ended with her burnt wrists, placing medicines on the fresh silver marks.
"Why?" she finally asked finding her voice.
"What?" he asked looking at her.
"Why are you helping me now? You are the one that hurt me," she said staring at the ground.
"Because you finally learned how to behave," he answered and she felt another needle jam into her neck before she passed out.
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