I woke up just as the runs rays were pricking the horizon. Crap. I was late.

I quickly threw on some clothes and grabbed the bag I'd packed last night.

It had my knife set, martial arts gear, water and some snacks. Who knows how long I'd be there today.

I checked my watch (someone had left a Rolex in my room, thank god.)

I had 5 minutes. To run 3 miles.

I'm screwed.

I had got Dylan to make sure my door was unlocked.

I sprinted the whole way, yet I was still 15 minutes late.

Either this dude heard me, or what but he was waiting exactly where he said he'd be.

I stopped by a tree and doubled over to get my breath back.

Once my breathing was normal again, he spoke.

"Why did you rush?"

I answered him between breaths,

"Ash... Knows... Run..." I managed to get out just before I heard a twig snap behind me, I snapped my head round and saw Ash standing there.

"Too late." Durion murmured behind me.

"Why the fuck aren't you in your room." Ash demanded

"Ash, please. I can't stay locked up. I can't handle it.." I felt my eyes start to water.

"Come here princess."

I took a step back, shaking my head.

"I don't want to. Ash, please. I don't want to be a princess. I don't want to live in a castle, I don't want to be known as Forsythia. I don't want this life. Don't make me go back. I can't go back." My voice had started shaking..

"Princess. Come. Here. Now." I tried to turn and run but a root snaked out and tripped me up.

"Last chance princess."

I sat up, shook my head again and tried to shuffle away, the root still tangled around my ankle.

"Your choice."

I watched as he closed his eyes and cast a spell.

suddenly, I felt all my muscles tense. I wasn't in control anymore.

Ash had complete control over my body.

I hated this feeling. It was like my brain was saying one thing, but my body was doing another.

It was lie what I imagine paralysation to be. I couldn't feel what I was doing.

He made me stand up and walk over to him. The remnants of my tears fell down my cheek.

He made me stand next to him, watching what was about to happen but unable to do anything to stop it.