This chapter has a darker tone. Please be cautious.
-CL
"Get up, Princess," I hear a deep voice say. I groan and roll onto my side, hoping to fall back asleep. "Now, Princess." I feel pressure building in my stomach and gasp awake. I sit up and take in my surroundings. There's a man pushing on my stomach, which is causing the pressure. "It's about time," the man says. I make sure to get a good look at him, hoping I can identify him later. He has messy dark brown hair, is muscular, and is just overall good-looking. His eyes are a startling green, almost like emerald green. "Now, stand up." I comply, too scared to try anything. It's not just my life that's in danger; my child's life is also in danger.
"What are you going to do to me?" I ask quietly, my voice gruff from screaming before.
"We don't really want you, Princess. We just want your child," he drawls. "As to answer your question, we are going to try to force you into premature labor. Hopefully, you'll survive and we can give you back to your precious husband. Until you give birth, you are ours. Do you understand, Princess?"
"Yes," I whisper, nodding.
"You better hope these methods work, Princess."
"What are they?" I ask, almost too scared to.
"We'll be trying exercise, spicy foods, castor oil, breaking your water, and, if none of those work, and you better hope they do, sex."
"No fucking way!" I exclaim. "I'll do the others, but not sex. I do not give consent."
"Well, you better hope those work then, Princess."
I'm so fucked.
"What the fuck do you mean that you haven't located her?!" I roar, throwing my papers to the ground.
"Maxon, they moved her to a different warehouse. We do know that she's in a warehouse," Carter reports.
I run my hands through my hair. "That's not enough, Woodwork! She's been missing for two days! Who knows what sick things those fuckers have done to her. They're after our kid!"
"Maxon, calm the fuck down," America says, standing up from her seat. "I understand, Maxon, but yelling isn't going to help anything! We know that she's in one of three warehouses that the Southerners occupy."
"Ames, this is all my fault. One hundred percent my fault. If I would have taken her with me to find you, she would still be with me. Fuck!" I glance at my laptop again, praying that a pin would have been dropped. "Have you tried locating her earpiece?"
"They took it out of her ear. I had some men go check the location and they just threw it on the ground when they took her," Woodwork says, pacing back and forth.
"Fuckers," I say. "Do we have any other-"
Carter holds up his finger, signaling for me to wait. He touches the earpiece, replying. "For fuck's sake, yes! What in the fuck would you think I wouldn't want this info?" He listens in, starting to smile. "Thanks, Ledger. Round up an army." He turns to look at me before saying, "We're going to get the Queen back."
I groan, the doctor stretching me. He pokes me and I scream. "Shut the fuck up, Princess. Do you think everyone here wants to hear you?"
"Then get him the fuck out of me," I hiss back, biting back another scream when the doctor pricks me again, this time leaving it there. I twist the sheet, preparing myself for another- "Fuck!" I don't bother quieting myself, the pain overtaking my body. I see black around my vision, and I hope that I'll just black out.
"Sir, it's not going to break. Even if it does, I don't believe it'll do much for you now. I'd say just try a last-ditch effort." The doctor finally withdraws his hands from my vagina, taking his tools-torture devices-with him. He packs up and tips his head to me. "Good day, Your Majesty."
I bite back an insult and just allow him to leave. Silas, the rebel who kidnapped me in the first place and has been deemed my overseer, helps me off of the rickety, old hospital bed. I open my mouth to thank him, but then I remember where I am and who he is. I stand on shaky legs, the adrenaline starting to wear off. "You heard him, Princess. It looks like we are at the end of the road. I hope you're ready to get fucked," Silas says, a wicked smile on his face.
I feel the blood drain from my face, realizing that we truly have reached the end of the road. I shake my head. "No, no, no," I whisper. "Just…"
"No buts, Princess. Get down on the floor." I refuse to, but Silas just roughly pushes me to the ground. "Get on your hands and knees." I refuse, but then Silas takes out a gun and points it at my head. "Now, Princess." I start crying, the tears trailing down my cheeks and dropping to the ground. I comply, waiting for the next command. I feel him pulling my pants down. I clench my thighs, trying to prevent him from getting to my opening, but he's too strong. I feel him grab my underwear and pull that down, too, falling into a pile at my legs with my pants. I hear the tear of foil and realize he's putting a condom on and he's fucking me right here.
I start to scream. "No! I won't let you touch-" I start, but I feel a building pressure in my stomach. I look down and see him pushing on my stomach.
"Oh really, Princess? It looks like your child is running out of room," he replies increasing the pressure. I groan and try to get out of his grip, but it's no use.
"Fine," I grit out and immediately feel the pressure release.
"That's a good girl, Princess. Now, open wide." I comply and wait.
"This way," I say, hearing the guards and Ames following me. Woodwork, Ledger, Marlee, and Ames all came with, ready to fight to get Bella back. They are right behind me, with guards behind us. I made sure that we were all wearing bulletproof vests since we are in the front. I want to be the one to find Bella. I want to be the one who rescues her. I stop in front of a pair of double doors and glance down at my screen. "According to this she's in here," I say. "Are we ready?" I ask, facing everyone.
"Let's get her," Ames says, nodding. Woodwork, Ledger, and Marlee all nod their heads in agreement.
I nod and push open the doors.
