DISCLAIMER: "Pitch Perfect" and "Pitch Perfect 2" are the property of Golden Circle Films. The author of this fan fiction does not profit, in any way, from the story and that all creative rights to the characters and titles belong to their original creator(s).
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I apologize for the delay, but the real life horror story currently playing out here in the United States has taken precedence over my writing. Thank you to RJRMovieFan for the PM nudge and to Anna Kendrick for her words about how writing her memoir, "Scrappy Little Nobody," made her feel empowered. I wish I was in New York right now, because she tweeted she hid a few signed copies of her book in the subway.
Fighting for Love
"Leave us," the princess ordered.
The four servants stood and left the princess' bedchamber to return to their respective duties.
Beca did not stand when the servants did.
"Stand," the princess commanded.
Beca stood and stared at the princess, once again mesmerized by the bright light blue appraising eyes. The princess stood and walked over to Beca. As the statuesque blonde she knew as "Kommissar" took stock of her prize, Beca's emotions vacillated between pure unadulterated hatred for her lifelong enemy and appreciation for the blonde goddess.
"What was mother thinking? You're so tiny," Kommissar laughed, "No more than a mere snack."
Beca was not amused and itched to say something, but remembered the servants' earlier warning.
"You might break…," Kommissar's eyes glinted, "…tiny mouse."
"That's it! I don't care if you kill me," Beca defiantly huffed and stared down Kommissar.
"Ahhh…," Kommissar invaded Beca's personal space, "You're a feisty tiny mouse. I enjoy feisty," the blonde licked her lips.
Beca swallowed down her fear. The blonde towered over her and seemed to delight in invading her personal space. With the princess this close, Beca found herself bewitched by the blonde and surprisingly aroused. She silently reprimanded herself and quickly scanned the room, looking for either a weapon, an escape route, or both.
"Do not bother…," Kommissar smugly stated, "…there are no weapons or an escape route…well, not one a mere human can survive…feisty mouse."
Beca could not hide her shock, which elicited a wicked smile from her captor. She internally kicked herself for not having better control on her emotions.
"Poor feisty mouse…," Kommissar laughed, "I can read your mind…and smell your fear."
Once again, Beca failed to school her facial expressions, but since her enemy can read her mind, she no longer cared, and this emboldened her. She locked eyes with Kommissar and took a step closer. It was very slight, but Beca caught the blonde's flinch. For the first time, Beca saw a tiny crack in her captor's armor. It was then the brunette realized the princess was unaccustomed to being challenged by those she deemed beneath her.
Beca pushed further into Kommissar's personal space and taunted, "What's the matter? All talk…princess?"
Kommissar swiftly turned the tables on Beca by getting even closer to her prey, "Feisty mouse…," the blonde growled in Beca's ear, "It is unwise to play with me."
Beca stared in to ice cold light blue eyes and decided it was time for a Hail Mary pass. She wrapped her arms around Kommissar's neck and deeply kissed the now shocked blonde. The princess tried to peel Beca off her, but the feisty brunette refused to let go and upped the ante by wrapping her legs around Kommissar's waist. Beca heard moaning, but she was not sure who was making the lusty sound. Several seconds later, Beca felt a soft mattress against her back and a rather heavy blonde pressed onto her front.
"Time to eat…feisty mouse," Kommissar growled in Beca's ear.
Somewhere else in the compound, a burly guard pulled a shackled Bumper towards one of the residential units. When they reached their destination, the guard ordered Bumper to his knees. The terrified young man dressed only in a wrap around his waist and sandals on his feet, whimpered in pain when his bare knees hit the ground. Bumper gave the guard an imploring look.
"Eyes down," the guard ordered and pounded on the door.
The door opened and the guard yanked Bumper back on his feet, "With the queen's gratitude."
Bumper raised his eyes and briefly caught a glimpse of a female before the guard gave him yet another hard lesson in respect, "CUR! I told you, eyes down!'
A hard blow to the back of Bumper's head knocked him out cold.
Inside the queen's royal residence, Beca woke to find she was completely alone and dressed in a nightgown. She scanned the room and realized she was no longer in the princess' bedchamber. Reflexively, she touched the side of her neck. When she did not feel any wounds, she breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to get out of bed and realized every muscle in her body ached and flopped back against her pillow.
"Better than shackles," Beca bitterly quipped.
As Beca stared at the ceiling, she tried to remember what transpired in the princess' bed, but came up empty. She fell back to sleep.
Outside the compound, Chloe maintained her vigil. She and Emily spent several hours stealthily walking the perimeter, desperately searching for a way to breach the elaborate security system. Emily began worrying about her new mentor's mental state after Chloe made the decision to run silent.
"Chloe, shouldn't we check in with the others? They're probably worried about us," Emily softly said, trying not to upset her already agitated mentor.
"No!"
Emily sat on the cold ground, wracking her brain. She hoped Chloe was not too far gone to listen to reason.
"If we don't check in, the entire team will track us down through your father, and descend here. Wouldn't that ruin the element of surprise?" Emily softly asked.
Chloe silently glared at her young charge. Emily stared into Chloe's eyes, waiting for reason to take hold. As Chloe stared through Emily, a blood-curdling scream ripped through the silence of the night.
"What the hell was that?" Chloe exclaimed.
"It definitely wasn't Beca. That was a guy's scream," Emily managed through her now palatable fear.
Chloe immediately grabbed Emily, yanked her up on her feet, and ran back to town. As she ran, Chloe called her father and instructed him to call a meeting at the house.
Sweaty and winded, Chloe and Emily entered the redhead's home. Emily followed Chloe to the meeting room towards the back of the house.
Aubrey was immediately up and out of her seat when she saw Chloe's disheveled appearance, "Chloe, what happened to you?"
Chloe brushed off Aubrey's fussing and stood at the head of the room. She scanned the room for any missing team members and found, to her relief, everyone was present, "Is anyone missing from town?"
A loud murmur ran through the assembly, until finally Amy stood, "Bumper's parents said he is missing. They didn't report it, because he tended to stay out late."
Chloe felt her knees buckle and braced herself on the table. She took a deep breath and began her debriefing about the compound.