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Nice change of clothes. ‘Nice change of clothes,’ he said. I look like a freaking prostitute. Or Princess Leia from Star Wars. It’s almost exactly how I’m dressed. I’ve got sleeves, though. I guess that’s a plus.
I don’t even know how long I’ve been locked in the castle. A week, at least. At first, I kept track by the guards that came in to feed me. Then one tried to touch me. I gave him a swift kick to the groin, and stopped eating after that. Well, when I felt like passing out, I ate.
That was the fifth day.
After that incident, Nicholae chained my ankle to the wall. And he’s got me sitting where everyone walking by can get a good look at me. I’m like the ape exhibit at the zoo or something. I have to sit on this stool that’s in my cellar. It’s either that or the floor. And there’s no way I’m sitting on the floor. Except when I have to sleep. Yeah, that’s right. Go ahead and complain about your hard mattress. I sleep on cold cement.
Every once in a while, a guard or some woman comes by to let me out so I can go pee. Once the woman who broke Yasuo’s arm came by.
She won’t be breaking anything else, to put it shortly.
When I’m taken to the bathroom, I’m put on a chain leash. Which sucks, because it hurts a lot. And the guard usually tugs on the leash. At least I get privacy in the bathroom stall.
On this particular day, I’d started my period.
“Hey, you,” I called from inside the stall.
“Y-yes?” the startled guard answered. Usually, I didn’t talk, just gave everyone death glares. This guard was a regular.
“Get me a tampon,” I said.
“A t-tampon?”
“No, the Toothfairy. Yes, a tampon. Go get me one now.” I heard the guard scramble off. After waiting for an eternity, he came back.
“I f-found some!” he said, flustered.
“Some?” I repeated. “Well, that’s good, considering I only asked for one.” I stuck my hand under the door of the stall. “Hand them over.” The guard quickly shoved the tampons into my hand, seeming like the last thing he wanted to be doing was touching one.
A few minutes later, I came out of the stall and washed my hands, then handed over my leash.
“Take me to Nicholae,” I said. No questions, I was just lead away.
Unfortunately, Nicholae was in his ‘bedchamber,’ as they call it. He grinned when I went in.
“Oh, how lovely—” he started before I cut him off.
“I want to take a bath,” I said bluntly.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve bathed three times since I’ve been here, thanks to you locking me up in that cellar. I want to bathe.” Nicholae chuckled, looking me up and down. I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at him.
“Find a woman to take her to the bath,” he finally said. “Make sure an eye is kept on her.” He seemed to be plotting something, and I glared at him as I was tugged away.

I was up to my chin in hot water in the outdoor bath. Not that it was a bad thing. I sighed, closing my eyes and ducking my head under the water. I wanted to get clean, and by Jove, I was going to. I could feel all the dirt and grime coming off my body. When I came back up, I stared at the woman assigned to watch me.
Naturally, I’m a bit nicer to the women, since they are female. I’ve only seen four or five of them while here.
But then I remember: they work for Nicholae. The bad guy. So they still get abuse, just like the men.
Anyway, I was staring at the woman. Her back was turned, so she wasn’t doing a very good job of watching me. I could’ve tried to sneak away. Unfortunately, I was outdoors, naked, and the sorry excuse for my “clothes” were inside. I sighed, and submerged myself in the water again.
Alek, come save me, I thought. This place is awful. I miss you and Yasuo. He probably wouldn’t be able to hear my mind from so far away, but hey. A girl is allowed to hope, right?
When I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I came up for air. This time, instead of the nanny, it was Nicholae who sat watching me. He grinned.
“Why, hello there,” he said. He sat in all his creepy-old-man naked glory. Which, let me tell you, was close to being at the negative 4,000 mark. Luckily, only my head was peeking from above the water.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed, backing away. My wet bangs were in my eyes, but I didn’t dare close them to get my hair out of the way.
“What am I doing here?” he repeated. “Why, I just wanted to take a bath.” I glared.
“There are plenty of other outdoor baths to use. Go, find another one elsewhere.”
“You mean this one is occupied?”
“What does it look like to you? The bath talks out loud? Sorry to disappoint you, but that doesn’t happen.” I was starting to get a bit scared. Did he actually plan on getting in with me? If so, I was going to have to make a run for it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my towel in arm’s reach. Grab it and go, I said to myself.
Nicholae stuck one foot in the water.
“So warm,” he mused. I stayed silent as I inched toward my towel, praying he hadn’t absorbed the magic of any speed or teleporting magicians. “Don’t you think, Princess?”
“Hmm…? Oh, yeah. Toasty,” I mumbled as Nicholae slipped into the water. Noooo, I groaned inwardly.
Finally, I reached my towel. All in one motion, I grabbed it, wrapped it around my body, jumped out of the bath, and sprinted to indoors. Take that Nicholae.
I was still running when I heard multiple pairs of heave footsteps coming after me. That could only mean Nicholae sent his goonies to catch me.
You see; even though these guys are “guards,” don’t dress in all that armor stuff to weigh them down. So they run pretty quickly.
I was caught. Let’s face it. I always get caught. As I turned a corner, two guards came barreling at me, and pinned me to a wall. Thank goodness my towel was wrapped very, very securely around my body.
“Let me go!” I yelled, kicking my legs, as my arms were under hands and against a wall.
The smart guards stood out of the way of my legs.
“Let go of me! Get your filthy hands off of me!” I exclaimed, still struggling. Unfortunately, it was in vain. For a couple of young guys, they were pretty strong.
Then Nicholae appeared. Not a surprise.
“Go now,” he said to the guards. “I’ll take it from here.” They left, and before I could even attempt to make another mad dash, Nicholae flung me over his shoulder. Dirty old man.
I kicked and yelled the entire way to my cellar.
It was a surprise when Nicholae walked past it. My eyes widened in fear when I realised where I was headed.
“No, no, no! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!” I screamed, pounding on Nicholae’s back with my fists. He seemed unfazed by it. He actually laughed.
Stupid, dirty old man.
As soon as Nicholae flung me down on his gigantic beg, without missing a beat, I jumped up and scrambled to the other side.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Staying as far away as possible from you,” I hissed. Nicholae laughed, sending chills down my spine. And not the good kind, let me say.
“Come back, Princess, I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“Yeah, right. I’m supposed to believe that,” I retorted. Nicholae smirked.
“Let’s not do this the hard way,” he bargained.
“Let’s not do this any way,” I shot back. He started crawling across the bed. I ran back across the room to the door, only to find it had been locked from the outside.
Damn these castles.
Before I could look for another escape, Nicholae appeared behind me and caught me around the waist, carrying me back to the bed. This time, when he dropped me, he pinned me to the bed, holding my arms down at the wrists, and pinning my legs with his.
“Unhand me, you dirty b*****d!” I yelled. I’d never felt such an urge to swear at someone.
But it seemed like it pushed a button for Nicholae. He looked beyond angry.
Then he slapped me. He leaned down in my ear and said, “I’ll make you eat those words.”
Tears coursing down my defiant face, I heard Alek’s voice in my head, reminding me. “Scream,” it said. So I tried for one more tactic.
“ALEK!!!” I shrieked as loudly as possible. I called his name over and over.
“He can’t help you now!” Nicholae cried over my wailing. “It’s too late now!”
I struggled under Nicholae, screaming for Alek, for help, for anyone. Finally, I felt my knee crash into Nicholae, where-the-sun-don’t-shine-too-often.
I lunged off the bed and back to the door, willing for it to open. Somehow, I still had my towel on. The Fates must’ve somewhat on my side. The door had those round handles instead of knobs, so I grabbed it and pulled with all my might. I must’ve been pretty strong, because the door finally flew open.
When I realised.
Alekzander Mordecai Margendon was standing in the doorway.
“I heard your call.”




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