You feel his touch lightly graze your , where the dip in your dresses design is. You close your eyes and see images of you in handcuffs crying alone in a dungeon. You hear your mothers voice scream threw out your head.

“You’ll never be as good as your sister if you keep acting this way now shape up!” You hear your sisters evil laughter threw out the screaming.

“Get out of my head!!! Get out!!!”

You lean up gasping for air, feeling your hair stick to the back of your neck where sweat had been. It was just a dream, thank god. You still felt like you’re dreaming though, you look around your room finding something that scared you more than the nightmare.

“Oh my…”

“The King was right…you are a pretty one” You heard a deep voice, the room was full of eyes watching you. A bag suddenly was pulled over your head, you arms quickly tied with rope.

“Take her to the truck!” Your body was suddenly slung over someone’s shoulder, you started kicking and screaming.

“Get your hands off of me!”

“No can do doll face, an order is an order straight from the king, you should be proud.” The same voice beamed. You continued to kick.

King?? There are no such things anymore! Even if there was a king, why would one ask for you?! Ugh, who ever this is he’s going to pay for kidnapping you!