The three sounds coming from her door drew his attention. He knew just as well as the others that her door was busted and that it couldn't be locked, the reason was that there was no lock. So why was it locked? Sending his foot out he heard the wood crack, three more times and the door shot open, broken bits of wood flying to the ground. On the floor lay Sarah, in a dark blue gown. She wasn't moving very much. "Sarah?" Kneeling he saw that her eyes were open and they took time to focus on him. "Sarah?"
"Too, tight." She whispered softly. Picking her up he vaguely noticed the two other women in the room. He could feel the stiff something beneath the dress. Flipping her to her stomach he pulled out his pocketknife. Taking care not to cut her he began to slice through the thick velvet cords that held the dress tight.
"What the hell?" Suzette started as the sight of a corset met their vision. Growling in frustration he repeated his previous action. He had half of the strings torn before Sarah started to breath deeply again. Finishing the last four he let her sit up. The back of the gown revealing all of her back and most of her shoulders. "Sarah." The blond took their youngest group member in her arms and gently held the teenager. "Are you ok?"
"He." She panted breathing deeply, the front of her gown slipping with each breath. "He didn't like my clothes, so he changed them."
"He?" He demanded, she looked to him and Suzette along with her. The blond answered.
"That Goblin King. I knew you didn't believe us but this has got to be beyond your skepticism. For gods sake look at her. We didn't put her in this and none of us would put the torture contraption on her let alone so tight that she couldn't breath. And we know that door lock doesn't work!"
"I believe chica, I believe." He muttered, looking to Sarah and then sending his eyes somewhere else. Her swimsuit revealed less. Sarah noted and weakly pulled the fabric up.
"Berny, could you get out? The girls will stay, I just want out of this." Not being a brave enough soul to defy Sarah in her current rage he left. But stood next to the door until ten minutes later all three women exited her room.
"What took you?" Sarah held up a roll of cloth, some of it colored the same as her dress.
"We had to figure out how to get me out of this, I determine it impossible to get on by ones self without the aid of magic. Bernardo, thank you."
"You go nowhere alone for now on chica. Comprende."
"Si." She muttered, moving past him and leading them all to the kitchen, as Mick came in through the side door he noted all the dark expressions. That was until Sarah pulled a mask on her face and began to coo over her brother and fawn over Angie.
"What's wrong?" He wasn't stupid, that mask could fool a lot of people but he was not in that mass. Something had just happened and Sarah was refusing to deal with at the moment.
"That nut showed up and somehow got her in a dress." Nicky growled.
"Berny had to cut the straps so Sarah could breath, she was in a corset Mick. Plus, her bathroom door was locked. That door has no lock; it can't lock, only close."
"She ok?" He looked to the living room and saw that Sarah was playing with the pair. If he didn't know better he would have thought her to be the mother of the pair.
"I think so. When she was changing all the damage we saw was a bruise on her wrist, barely noticeable now. I think its time we corner our baby and make her spill the total story. Starting with when she lost." The quartet looked to her steadily and it took Sarah no time to notice that she was the object of four sets of eyes.
"Wall Flower." He called out, meeting her steel gray eyes. When she was this mad the brown in her eyes somehow disappeared and all that was left was a cold gray. "You're going to tell us everything. And no glazing over or leaving out facts. Clear?" She set her jaw to show her stubbornness and pointedly began ignoring them. "So nice to know you plan on co-operating." He muttered darkly. "Come on troupes. Lets ready for war. Who has a rope?"
Sarah was not foolish enough to think her evil eyes glare would deter them. And when they circled her like vultures she sat cross-legged and glared. Both exits were closed off and the kids were asleep. She was not going to get out of this. "I'm not even going to ask what you four want."
"Then save us all the trouble and tell us all that bastard has done."
"You can't change it."
"Come on Sarah tell us." Nicky whined.
"You want to know!" She hissed. Anger raging at the fact that she was helpless, knew it, and still couldn't do anything about it. "Fine, I'll tell you! For gods sakes I'm his slave there. I reordered his library and had to eat with him at dinner. We had a food battle and I won only due to my bones poking through." She was given a round of glares and Mick hit the backside of her head lightly.
"You haven't answered Sarah. That's what he made you do. We want to know what he's done to you." Mick growled. She felt her shoulders slump and shame fill her.
"I-I-I don't want to talk about it."
"Tough." Bernardo snapped.
"Sarah we know it had to be rough on your pride." Suzette cut in soothingly. Sarah's eyes went to ice.
"You have no idea. He could order me around. And trust me when I say that disobeying him is a stupid and foolhardy thing to do. I'm not as naive as many seem to think. I know what he wants and the fact that he's stronger then I'll ever be and doesn't even need magic is not lost upon me."
"He also seems to be making it more clear with each visit." Mick added, taking her into his arms in a comforting embrace.
"He hasn't gone any farther than kiss and feel me up slightly. But his intentions are quite clear."
"Has he hurt you?" Berny asked tenderly. "Physically and mentally that is." She shook her head slightly and spoke.
"I usually tend to throw the first punch. He just grabs my hands and keeps me from attacking. I've only really hit him once."
"Then what about the bruise on your hand?" Nicky growled. Sarah looked to said appendage.
"The night I escaped I think I pushed him too far. I swung at him and he caught my hand, he held it a little too tight. He kind of left after that." She looked sheepish. "I've never swung at anybody before but bring him into reach and I'm willing to knock his block off. Or at least make a try at it."
"He deserves it." Suzette muttered, fists forming at her sides. "Sarah, he hasn't, I mean, well."
"He hasn't made me lie down with him if that's what you want to know." She let out softly, not being able to say the words. "I even had my own room there, but considering he can teleport anywhere that doesn't really matter." The knowledge of what could happen made a shiver run down her spine. Should she ever push him too far she was sure things could easily become unbearable. As loath she was to admit it she knew he had been lenient with her. She doubted many were ever able to get a chance to swing at him, let alone every time they met. "Guys, I'm tired. Can I just go to sleep now?" Her voice was soft, and as they each debated over the watch hours she allowed Nicky to follow her up to her room. Crawling into her bed she noticed Nicky lift the traitorous book up and begin studying the tale. Forcing her mind to blank she felt her body slowly relax. Forcing herself to sleep she was soon in the realm of dreams.
A place where there was no one to protect her from a King who could offer her, her dreams.
Not much of a cliffhanger if you ask me. But what do you think?? And requests for things to happen? I mean I have my master plan but that doesn't mean I'm not open to scenes that could be funny or dramatic. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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