Yay! I got reviews! So this next chapter is… sort of scary. I mean seriously evil guy captures girl then torture scary. If you don't read this I totally understand.
"Wake up freak!" A voice yelled followed closely by tap upside my head.
I opened my eyes and drank in the scenery around me. It was dimly lit and there was only stone surrounding me. Was I in a basement of sorts? I was still wearing my dress from the castle, but there was a chain wrapped around my ankle. "Good, can't have you dying just yet now can I?" The man smiled cruelly down at me.
I was scared, but me being royalty I was learning how to conceal my emotions. "They will find you and kill you." I said my tiny little voice making him laugh.
"Turn around!" He barked standing up and picking something up.
I shook my head, and he frowned. Whatever was in his hand unfurled, the tip of it with a piece of metal on it. He moved his arm up and then brought it down fast. I heard the crack before I felt it. My upper arm had a slash on it which was starting to bleed a lot for such a small cut. I screamed out in pain. He slapped me and told me to turn around again. Not wanting to reveal how scared I was, I did. Again I heard the crack before I felt it. My hot blood ran down my lower back, and I was crying out in pain. He did this so many times I eventually passed out from the pain.
When I came to, he was there again. "Stand."
I did, my legs wobbling and my back screaming in pain. "Do pull ups until I tell you to stop."
Wait, what? Why? "Now!" Not wanting to get punched or whipped I turned around and saw a bar above my head. I reached up and started doing pull ups. I've seen Zachary do these so they shouldn't be too hard. It turns out I have no upper body strength. After that he made me do sit-ups. Why was he making me work out? "Good. Now in seven years my little toy will be perfect to use." He laughed as realization hit me, causing all the color in my face to drain.
As he left he tossed an apple to me and I devoured it greedily. I grabbed my stuff from the bag on the counter, and wrote about what just happened. I then drew a picture of my family hoping it would make me feel better. It did in a way. I clutched the stuffed rabbit to my chest and fell asleep curled up on my side.
When I woke up the next day the same things happened. I would be whipped and then forced to exercise. This went on for days, then weeks, then months. Finally a whole year had passed. I was starting to lose hope that I would be found.
Then one day something rather sad happened. I was forced to write a hate-filled letter to the ones I loved when they finally got too close for His comfort. I had swore in that letter that if they kept looking I would kill them, because I hated them. When He came down and told me they had stopped looking I broke down in tears. I still wrote in my diary, for it was one of the two things I had left. That night I did something I hadn't done in a while, used my powers. I conjured up some water, some soap, and a towel. I cleaned out the wounds on my back hissing a little when I first started. But after I had finished my back looked a little less gory. I made the soap and water disappear, using the last of my energy up. I sat down on the ground and grabbed the worn down stuffed bunny. It reminded me of Jennie.
Gosh don't worry it will get happier. Please tell me if you have any suggestions or anything.
