His Dungeon Princess

Acquired

It has been five days since he came and I had a plan, I would play along with their little game till I got out of here and then ESCAPE. I know I would need a lot more than that but that's all I had for now, I could get into the details later I'm sure I still have time Maria had said he was coming soon but it had been three days already he probably wouldn't show up for another week and that would give me enough time to..... the door to the dungeon rattled as it always did before two tall men who appeared to be twins walked in followed by Milo, he pointed at me and the two men walked towards me and didn't even introduce themselves before one lifted me and threw me across his shoulder, he turned around and walked towards the door, I stole a quick glance at Maria and she waved and smiled, this b***h literally smiled I was probably going to get my arms chopped off and she was smiling I knew she didn't mean any harm but I guess I thought she'd shed a tear or two at least, so much for having a bestie in a dungeon you just couldn't trust anyone these days.

The guy who had me on his shoulder walked through an hallway while the other one walked behind us, I needed to be smart if I was going to escape I could not make them suspicious if not my half plan could go to hell. They walked through a door and the sunlight attacked my eyes the moment we stepped out I hadn't seen the sun in nineteen days, it took a while for my eyes to adjust and by the time they did I was at the back seat of a car my hand handcuffed to one of the men while the other was starting the car, I had missed my chance to run. What was I thinking? That I could outsmart two big gangstars? These guys had been doing jobs like this probably before they were eight and I thought I could outsmart THEM? It was so pathetic it made me laugh, the guy I was handcuffed to stared at me like I was crazy but I couldn't help it I laughed until my eyes watered and I couldn't breath and then I laughed again, would they let me have my last meal like they do to prisoners before they butcher me? Would they make it really painful or would they drug me first? Would I be buried? At least whatever part of me was left, I had never really given it that much thought but I would want to be buried and I would want flowers taken there every month, I would also want it to be cleaned every other week, I don't want it looking like those dirty creepy graveyards that were all over the place. I wonder if their boss would be up to negotiate some terms, I wasn't asking for much just a nice pretty tombstone and some flowers I mean it was the least he could do right?. For the first time in months I thought about my mum, she was probably in heaven wondering how she gave birth to such a dumb child, first I was stupid enough to get involved with a drug lord and now I was going to get killed by another one how lucky can one get really.

The car pulled to a stop, I didn't know how much time had passed but the sun was setting, my captor released me from the stupid handcuff and I immediately rubbed my wrist which was now imprinted with it, the twin who drove the car opened the door, pulled me out and lead me towards a giant front door while his bully of a brother followed behind. The moment he opened the door I gasped I always thought Alexander's house was beautiful but this house was drop dead gorgeous, I was greeted by an opulent foyer adorned with marble floors, beautiful pieces of art lined the walls and vintage looking furniture spread across the open space. I needed the interior decorator's number even if I had no idea what i would be doing with it since I'd probably be dead before tomorrow. There were a few maids walking around, they stopped to feed their eyes on the stranger who just walked in, I self consciously tried to smoothen my hair. I had no idea who I was trying to impress but I knew I must look like a crazy woman who got attacked by vultures and that was not the first or last impression I wanted to give anyone. We walked up a ridiculously long set of stairs and by the time we got to the top I was left panting while the two men by my side just acted like it was nothing, well it wasn't nothing!!. We walked through a corridor till we got to a massive wooden door and the ugly bully twin knocked twice, the reply was a grunt before he proceeded to open the door but even before we stepped in I already knew who was on the other side I'd recognize that sound anywhere. It was the sound that had made me wake up sweating for the past five days, the one belonging to a certain man with grey eyes and beautiful hair.

We stepped in and there he was behind a large mahogany desk, his hair in a ponytail and his lips plump I mean his shirt white It was probably the anxiety that made me act like an animal in heat because no sane woman lusts after a man right before she dies, he had glasses on and it was ridiculous how sexy it made him look, three of his buttons were undone and arms of his shirt were folded which gave me a better view of his tattoos, they were bold and beautiful in a way that made your hands itch to touch them, I swallowed hard I needed to stop salivating over this man or any other man God knows I had seen more than enough to prove that. He looked up from his desk for the first time and once again I moved to touch my hair but quickly dropped my hands I DID NOT care what this man thought of me, he grunted again and one of the twins slightly pushed me forward, could this man just talk instead of making that sound? And did everyone else understand what he meant when he did it cause I didn't, I speak English thank you very much.

"I have just one rule" he said and I whimpered, I was not ready to hear his voice again it was just as I remembered it, so thick and deep I had involuntarily reacted to it I could only hope he hadn't heard it. "Obey" he said looking straight at me like he could see into my freaking soul, "Under no circumstances are you to disobey me" he said again his voice holding a hint of a threat, he waved his hand, grunted and went back to the document he had been studying when we walked in, the twin on my right poked me with his finger as if to tell me to move.

"Wait a minute, you're not going to kill me?" I asked, it didn't make sense that I would have to obey him if I was dead, he looked up from his desk, removed his glasses an amused look on his face. "Jattu if I wanted you dead you'd already be six feet under" I didn't know what jattu meant but it wasn't my name

"It's Muna" I said staring at him but all I could think about was how I wasn't dying today, I didn't know what his plans were but I wasn't dying and that was all that mattered. "What?" He asked looking at me like I had a carrot for a head

"My name, it's not jattu it's Muna" he just grunted and I was escorted out and taken into another room where both the twins left me, walked out and locked the door behind them. I had no idea why I was here, I had no idea what to expect from this obviously twisted man but I was alive I wasn't going to have to negotiate burial arrangements or draw out any tombstone design and that was more than enough. I was going to survive, I might even be lucky enough to escape soon and with that thought I smiled for the first time in weeks.