Alright peeps, here is part 2. I'm just going to warn you that this contains awesomeness. I'm listening to Atlas from the Catching Fire soundtrack! Okay, uh, *Clears throat* I'll let you guys get to the story, even though I'm guessing you have already skipped this part, again. It's alright; I only do this because other fan fiction people do it. Okay, seriously, bye.
Like he promised, I am awoken early in the morning by guards. I am led to room which looks to be a bathroom. It contains a shower, toilet, mirror, access clothes, and a single brush. The guards leave me, giving me a warning, which I guessed meant that I had limited time. I strip off my clothes still holding the remains of the battle on the ship; of Ren and Kishan. I missed them so much, and besides Lokesh, all I could think about was both of them. There was no one in the world who could steal my heart as they did, but, the question is, "Which one actually did?" I dismiss those thoughts from my mind, and step into the shower that spurted out cold water. Cold water is better than no water, I suppose. As the freezing water runs over my battered and bruised skin, I scrub my hair and scalp until it feels raw. There was a single soap bar, which I used for my face and skin. Blood and dirt run down the drain, and I finally finish. I jump out of the shower and grab an overhanging towel. After drying my skin, I wrap my hair, and check for extra clothes. Lingering on a basic sat lavender shirt that was lower in the back than it was in the front, some dark blue, boot cut jeans, and some white sandals. I quickly get dressed and then tend to my rats nest. My brown curls took awhile to brush out before it was soft and smooth once again, but afterward it felt as if someone had plucked my scalp of each individual hair. When I look back at myself in the mirror I see haunted eyes, cheekbones covered in bruises and scratches, and a cut lip. I couldn't consider how I had received the wounds, but I knew the battle on the ship wasn't all responsible for it.
Thank goodness I had finished when I did, because the guards soon arrive to pick me up. They lead me down a hall and I remember that this hall is not the same as the one that is directed to my room or, I guess, cell. This passage lead me to a beautiful and large room with golden chandeliers, candles illuminating the room with their soft glow, paintings and portraits that were mostly Lokesh, and violet, plush seats that were sat in front of a long table. The long table held various amounts of dishes and I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. Sitting at the end of table reading a thick book was Lokesh.
"Hello dear. Please, take a seat." Lokesh offers to me again, and I once again know that it is an offer that has only one answer. I obediently take a seat at the other end of the table without a word and look at him confidently in his black eyes. He sets his book on the edge of the table lightly and clasps his hands together while resting them on his crossed knee. He then says,
"I told you I would not waste time, correct? Well then, I suggest we should get to the point." I nod again like I did last time I came to face him. I will not be weak and I will not fall to my knees by this man. He goes on.
"I'd like to get married, if that's alright with you?" He chuckles knowing that he has the authority of me and I can do nothing about his actions. Well, not nothing. I still try to fight to show him I'm not pathetic.
"How would I get out of this?" I ask him.
"You know that there is no getting out of this. Unless you'd like me to give your tigers a little treat of course. And then if that doesn't motivate you to cooperate I can keep going all the way to the last person you ever knew." He tells me coolly. I stare at him intently and say nothing and he grins in victory.
"Then it's settled. Now before we are to even become engaged I'd like to have a special meeting with you a couple times. I would like to get to know you better." He explains.
"Why not get to know me during our engagement and marriage?" I question him. I was becoming suspicious, and although I would like to prolong the engagement and marriage as best I could, I would like to know the truth more.
"Are getting the impression that I am not trustworthy?" He asks, and I raise an eyebrow in a sarcastic way.
"I suppose you are correct to feel that way. No worries my dear Kelsey. I will treat you very specially." He notifies me. I involuntary shiver at his statement and I wished I was back in my cell alone, than being out here with him. Seeing my uneasiness, he gets up out of his chair and takes long strides over to my side of the table. I don't shrink away, but instead stand up straight boldly and await him. He takes a ruff hand and strokes my face and I intend he wants to be softly, but I could be wrong. He then grabs my cheek and pulls me up out of my chair. I keep my hands to my side and don't make any movement as I stare into his soulless eyes. He then kisses me hard against my lips and I struggle to pull away so I instead bite his lip. Then he releases me and I see a drip of blood trickle down his chin and he is…grinning? I swallow and he snaps his fingers, alerting the guards and the guards roughly take my elbows and lead me back to my cell; the place I most wanted to be in at this moment.