Chapter Three: Dancing
Circe finally sobbed herself to sleep only to be woken up again, by a guard dragging her into the palace dinning room.
"Come join me for breakfast." Sadik said with a smile.
"No, thank you." Circe said sharply.
"Come now. I hate to see your intoxicating eyes so reddened by tears." he walked towards her smiling.
"If you hate it, then let me go." She demanded.
"Fine. Don't eat. Just put this on!" he shoved a piece of fabric towards her.
"Why?" Circe asked horrified.
"You're going to dance for me." Sadik smirked perversely.
"No!"
"And why not?"
"I hate you!"
"Fine! Guards have fun with-"
"FINE!" Circe frowned. "I'll do it."
The guards grabbed her, but she shook them off.
"My lord, may I walk to my room this time?" Circe asked staring at Sadik with her big green eyes. Sadik melted, and nodded his approval.
Circe walked out the room then broke out into a run to the front gate. I must get there. I must-
Her thoughts were silenced by Sadik's large hands grabbing her forearm. Circe then felt a hand fly across her face, and tears down her cheeks.
"Please. Just let me go."
"Never. You're mine now. So I'd get use to it."
Circe began to sob yet again. So, Sadik sent her back to her room.
~A week later~
Circe woke up to the sound of beating on the door.
A man stood there banging on the door screaming. The man turned to Circe, and gave a small smile extending his hand.
"I-" the man's stomach rumbled "I'm hungry!"
Author's note: I know it's short, I'm sorry.