His Dungeon Princess

It was dark and filthy, everything inch of this Godforsaken cell or dungeon or whatever pathetic name they are giving it. It seemed unbelievable that only two weeks ago I was in the arms of a man I had called my love, a man I had kissed and caressed and had made love to in every way imaginable. I remember his hands, big and strong lined with veins that bobbed with every movement, those hands had touched every part of me, those hands knew places no one else could reach. My eyes stung with tears but I refuse to cry, I refuse to let him win. The door to the dungeon shook as one of the men shouted orders for us to stand and line up in a straight file, I have been here for seven days now along with eight other girls, sometimes they'd come in and take a girl or two. They all looked like me, dirty, tired and abused, I had no idea what happened to the girls that they took, I knew of Alexander's numerous "businesses" but he made it clear that I was never to ask any questions about them and now I regret it, for Goodness sake I didn't even know this place existed!. A man in a gray suit walked in, he held a thick stick of tobacco and had a thin scar across his face, it looked very similar to the one Alexander had only his was right across his brow to his cheek kind of like Mufasa from lion king, we used to always joke about it and he would tell me how he would never hurt me well guess who is starving, half naked in a freaking dungeon but of course this was the best time to make Mufasa jokes. He was followed by Milo a bulky giant who was one of Alexander's most trusted men, he cleared his throat as if to get our attention, we made eye contact and he quickly averted his eyes as if he couldn't stand to look at me this same man who had once called me a blessing to his boss and had eaten breakfast on our table almost everyday for six months. The stranger in grey stepped forward and I saw his face a little more clearly, he had cold gray eyes, I could see his tattoo peaking out from his shirt and his hair was long and wavy almost like he was trying to mock me I had done all the hair care in the world but my hair was stuck at shoulder length but I wasn't going to give up if I needed any motivation the showoff standing in front of me was more than enough, all that was left was to escape this hellhole so I could stock up on my shampoo and conditioner and get on with it. He moved away from the three girls to my right studying them and occasionally touching their hair or hands, when he stopped in front of me I expected him to do the same and move along so I could continue to pretend like I knew how to escape this prison. He gripped my chin roughly and grunted, it sounded like a sound an animal would make only the person in front of me was human or at least he kinda looked like one, he pulled at my hair and I winced and gave him the dirtiest look I could muster, he closed his hand around my throat and grunted again, could this man even talk? "Take it off" he said in the deepest and arguably the most attractive voice I had ever heard, I stared at him in utter confusion, take what off my hair? My neck? He had to know that was impossible, my hair is my baby and I wasn't about to cut off my neck just because he commanded it I didn't even know the man. " Your clothes" he said as if realizing he wasn't elaborate enough but this time he got an even more confused look, there was no way this man was being for real. I was wearing an already ragged tank top and shorts and he wanted me to take them off? "Did you bring me to look at a deaf b***h?" He asked Milo with his eyes still on me "oh she is definitely not deaf sir" Milo replied a very irritated look on his face, I had never heard him refer to anyone who wasn't Alexander as sir but that was the least of my worries, I had two grown delusional men who thought I was going to get naked in front of them upon demand, I almost laughed. "How can you be so sure I didn't pick up a nail and stab myself in the f*****g ear?" I barked back "Well definitely not deaf then" Mr gay eyes said before he ripped my tank top with one quick movement of his hands, I gasped in shock and impulsively took a few steps back while covering what I could with my hands. I was naked from waist up and very conscious of it, it wasn't that I had an ugly body I was thick with moderate sized breasts and a slim waist, what made me conscious were the scars on my back that i had no intention of showing anyone. He moved towards me and touched my neck before trailing his hands downwards only stopping a inch from my right boob and turning around to face Milo "I'll take her" he said simply and walked out.