The Prince's Indentured Bride

prisoner escape

Their voices were coming from the other side of the room, because there was a bed, I am determining this to be a room, and the window was tightly shut but there was only a slight gap between the closing which was the reason the cool air must have been coming through inside this hot room.

I was some VVIP guest, couldn’t they arrange for an A.C at the very least?

Being in a position like this I didn’t have the chance to be calculating and smart, I just needed to trust the timing and go for it. Taking in a deep breath I opened my eyes, half expecting a camera zoomed into my face, but my imagination can go wild sometimes, and only a white wall met my view, giving me another headache spree. Why wasn’t the wall painted blue?

Everybody knows; white for repent, blue to calm!

“Hello guys! The world is filled with happiness. Don’t hold grudges!”

I shouted with whatever energy I had in me, focusing my concentration on hitting whoever I meet first. And unluckily it must have been flaring horn because I hit a horizontal palm into her neck’s back and twisted it, movie style, that one moves I’ve always wanted to use on someone.

Having no time to waste and contemplate I went for the man, punching in the right eye, which he easily dodged, must be a trained person, so I upped my strategy and scanned for something to hit with; a table lamp connected to the socket, a baseball bat? And even a glass water bottle.

I had enough time to know that I couldn’t use a glass item to hit, because I didn’t know who were these persons I was dealing with, so I went for the easiest target. Jumping in through the table I took hold of the baseball bat and turned around, his face looked too cute for me to hit it.

“I am sorry sweetie.” Sweetie. That’s what Emmet had called me. Is she also trapped here somewhere? I apologised only because he was having an innocent aura, and went straight for his leg, and fast was my action with kneeling him on the ground.

Not giving him a chance to counter me back I ran for the door, and quickly slid outside. Locking the door from out I leaned my head into it, my throat was feeling dry. I checked the condition of my hair, and smoothed it with my rough hands.

“What the hell is this place?” I exclaimed once I gave a look around me.

This was definitely not what I thought it is. Am I in a dream?

Large castle like walls with white painted tomb railings surrounded the whole place and nicely gardened shrubs read GLORY, and on the other side there was a large waterfall with a nude ivory lady standing in the middle while bathing in the water, and the men dressed in uniformed military sort of coats with a gun hosted in their hip belts, and that alerted me to duck down.

I didn’t have my phone too. Not even my pocket knife. Someone thoroughly checked my belongings. But who?

Who could these people be? Mafia was a thing in Mumbai, as I heard from Abhi, so am I in Maharashtra, for goodness’s sake, no!

I heard a collective set of shoes coming, running through the corridor, and my heart brimmed with fear. I can’t get killed in a place where nobody can find me.

“Find her at all costs or else you all are dead meat!” A strong voice echoed all around the corridor and nausea kept creeping into my head.

“Open the door. The guest ran away!” It was flaring horn, and I wondered if guest was the word, they used for their victims to be dead. The banging on the door continued from inside, and everything felt to be crumbling around me. I felt like a fainting fairy about to lose everything to darkness again. I needed some water.

“There is someone on the door number 32!” Another voice screamed and I let my spine shrink down seeing that I was the one under that Door 32. And someone saw me.

“Halt. Don’t scare her if you value your jobs. Arrange for refreshments!” The previous strong voice called in and I didn’t know if I was supposed to be thankful or not.

On one side I felt relieved that I am about to get some water, but it seems like giving me the last sumptuous meal and comfort before being hanged.

I kept my head low, and I knew someone tall was standing beside me. I only glanced at his shoes, and they were similar to military boots.

“Sorry for the inconvenience ma’am. Please let me escort you somewhere comfortable.”

The voice was fierce but not really promising in this situation. It sounded more of like, Get ready to say your final goodbyes in your sleep. The world has been good enough to you, now donate yourself to it.

Is this how I die? Without a proper funeral? Without finding father’s murderer?