Ok its from April's POV as I promised.

                                                                      Chapter Six: Sirin

He was gorgeous.

He had silky blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. The outfit he wore showed his firm chest. Still, he had a cruel, uninviting look to him.

After a few minutes of looking me up and down he spoke with a sly smile forming on his lips. " I've been waiting a long time for this moment. Now finally April O'Brien is mine! Forever!"

Forever? I didn't even want to be his for a day!

"How do you know my full name?" I asked, taking a brave step forward. It wasn't easy to do because of the way he was staring at me.

"I have heard you're companions use it before."

Was this guy stalking me? How often did he watch me?

"P-please let me go." I begged.

"My dear, this is your new home. In time you will learn to love it." He walked up to me and placed a hand gently on my cheek. My eyes had begun to burn with tears.

I looked down at the ground, but he lifted my head up so I had to look into his eyes. They weren't very gorgeous now that I looked closer at them. They were cold, and filled with greed.

He stared at me for a long time.

"I have been alive for twenty-one years, and never have I seen such beauty." He said, bending down closer to my face. I quickly jerked my head away and kicked him in the place where no man wants to be kicked.

He gave a grunt of pain, and fell to his knees.

Ten of his guards pulled their swords out and jumped toward me the minute I raised my foot.

"No!" gasped Sirin from the floor. "She has fire in her. I like that in a women." He managed to get up off the floor. "However, she will need to be punished." He grabbed a dagger from his belt and started to walk toward me.

Oh god! Why did I have to kick him?

Lucky for me he stopped when a breathless guard burst through the door.

"My Lord, we have captured two of the intruders." He bowed when he approached Sirin.

Two of who? Oh no! I prayed to god it wasn't David, Jalil or Christopher.

"Two?" Sirin said. "Weren't they're three?"

I could have cursed! If there were three, then it was most likely them.

"Yes my Lord. The blonde boy escaped up."

Christopher got away! I looked over to Sirin who looked slightly panicked.

"What about the gremlin?" He asked.

What the heck was a gremlin?

"We have not found him yet either." Now it was the guard's turn to look panicked.

"Release the dogs and assemble the guards!" Sirin ordered. He looked from me to the guard. Giving me a lustful look. "I will deal with you two later."

Just before he left the room, he barked a quick, unheard order to one of the guards. Then left.

I didn't care about my punishment; all I cared about was saving David and Jalil from the dungeons. But how could I do that? I prayed to god that Christopher would escape and not come back for me.

I looked up to see that the guard Sirin had been taking to was coming over to me.

It was Ord.

"It seems your friends did come for you." He said to me.

I nodded. The tears finally began to flow down my cheek.

"King Sirin says he wants you cleaned up by the time he gets back, so I shall introduce you to your personal maids." He called across the room and two young women walked over. "This is Anne," He said pointing to the small blonde lady who looked to be about 18. "And Mary." He pointed to a rather chubby, brunet who looked about 25.

They both bowed at me.

Tears were still flowing rapidly down my cheek when Ord left saying;" I must leave you now to join the search."

"Do not cry M'lady." Anne said turning to me. "You are very fortunate to become Sirin's wife."

"I can see why you were chosen." Mary tried to sound admiring, but she seemed more jealous then happy for me.

"I don't want to be his wife." I sobbed.

"In time you will grow to love Sirin." Anne sighed.

How could I possibly fall in love with a man who's forcing me to marry him and wants to kill my friends? More tears began to flow down my face.

"I will never love him." I said coldly.

Anne and Mary exchanged glances. I didn't care. I only cared about getting my friends and I out of here.

Mary spoke next. "Fallow me to the bathing chambers." She and Anne took my hands and led me out of the room

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They half led me, half dragged me down a narrow hall way and into another large room.

A little gasp escaped my throat.

All that was in the room was a bathtub the size of an Olympic swimming pool, and a whole lot of towels. The bathtub was filled with hot water.

Despite all my problems, I was able to relax enough to have a nice, long bath.

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After my bath, Anne and Marry helped dry me off and handed me a white dress.

I quickly changed into it.

They then went to work on my hair. It took along time, but finally they did finish.

I looked around the room trying to find a mirror. When I found one and looked into it, I had a hard time believing the girl in the mirror was me.

The dress was soft and light with a low, graceful neckline. It went down to the floor and fit to most of my curves. And my hair was pulled up in a very fancy, and beautiful bun. I could see why it took them so long.

Mary led me away from the mirror and into another room.

This one contained a bed, drawer, dresser, washbasin and several paintings on the walls.

It was wonderful.

Unfortunately, I was beginning to remember my situation.

It didn't help any when Sirin suddenly burst through the door.

He dismissed Anne and Marry right away, and then turned to me.

"We have not found your friend yet, but we will in time."

 I stared coldly into his deep blue eyes. Like he really needed to remind me.

"Please let them go." I pleaded. "You already have me."

"Well I would, but I don't really want to let them go."

I narrowed my eyes and charged toward him. I went to throw a punch at him, but he was too quick. He caught my fist, spun me around and pushed me on the bed. Before I could leap up, he was on top of me. He gripped my writes so tightly, I lost feeling in them.

"You seem to forget who you belong to." He snarled. Any kindness he had was now gone.

"I don't belong to anybody, especially not you." My voice was now as cold as my eyes.

My cheek suddenly began to burn. It took me a moment to realise he'd slapped me.

"You are mine! And you always will be!" His voice rouse slightly.

 He then got up off of me (but not before he made sure I would have some bruises in the morning) and began to walk toward the door.

"I have no time for you tonight. But I will make sure I do tomorrow night."  With that he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

I lay there thinking about what just happened to me, and what was going to happen to the guys. I still didn't know what I was going to do.

God I hope Christopher gets away.

I still wished he were with me now. I needed someone to cry on, and I guess Christopher just makes me feel safe. I know he isn't as tough as David or as smart as Jalil, but I still liked him.

I tore the bun out of my hair and rested my head on the pillow.

I began to cry for what seemed like the hundredth time.

It wasn't long before the only light in the room was from the full moon outside my window.

Finally I managed to cry myself to sleep, troubled thoughts still polluting my mind.

Finally! Chapter 7 up! I know it took along time, and I'm sorry about that. I had massive writers block. Anyway, next chapter will have major Chris/April fluff (I know that's what some of you where waiting for…lol). Keep checking back because I'll get chapter 8 up as soon as I can.