The reality of her fate
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Kenda followed Ravie out the door. He stopped a few steps down the hallway and opened a door.
He was playing when instructed Ravie to put her in the next room…
Damn!
Kenda turned back, and her eyes collided with darks one that burned with pure lust as they stared at her. Kenda quickly looked away from him as her entire body responded in kind – her body turned hot and butterflies flattered in her stomach. It was like she was still standing right there next to him and he was leaning close to kiss her neck, holding her wrist in a tight grip. Her skin tingled where he had kissed her.
Shit…
If she was going to survive whatever Liam had planned for her, she needed to stop being so aware of Hans.
“Do come in, princess,” Ravie said. He bowed as she stepped into the room. Kenda gritted her teeth at the clear mockery.
Fuck she hated him. If only she could use her magic to boil the stupid fool alive. But of course, magic didn’t work in the pits. What stupid person thought of that?
Kenda growled in frustration.
She stared at the bare room Hans had chosen to put her in. The walls were bare, and white in colour. There was a big bed against one wall and a large metal cage against another.
What?
This is no cell, Kenda turned towards Ravie, who seemed to be waiting for just that reaction.
He smiled and opened the metal door with a sweep of his hand. The cage was big enough for…Kenda blinked in disbelief…for a Forxard male when it reached its maturity. Her father had similar cages in the palace for when he hunted the prized Forxard. They were used as slaves in the Underlands by the wealthy, kept in cages and sold for s*x or used in the mines.
Kenda bucked at the thought of being put in that cage.
“I’m not an animal,” Kenda spit out. Her very skin crawled at the thought of being caged in there. She was a princess, and not a…she couldn’t even bring herself to think of the word.
“Only the Master decides what you are.” Ravie stepped close to her, the ever-present smug smile replaced by a lethal scowl, and his eyes burned redder. “Now in you go.”
“You are going to regret this,” Kenda said without heat. She walked into the cage, her shoulders sagging with every step she took. This was bad.
Oh gods, how far she had fallen.
“You are going to regret this.” Her own words echoed in her ears like the sounds of the Gog’s prayer bell. Kenda’s knees gave out from beneath her and she slid to the cold bare floor.
No. She was the one regretting everything …her wilfulness and insatiable curiosity that had led her straight into Liam’s trap.
She was definitely the first princess to end up at the pits, in a cage like the creatures they had enslaved. If only her father could see her now.
Kenda felt tears pool in her eyes. He didn’t even know she was home. He didn’t know she was so close…
“There’s a little princess.” Ravie closed the door with a resound bang. He leaned into its solid frame and stared at her. His eyes roamed over her, his eyes growing ravenous. “Once upon a time the princess of the Underlands wondered too far into the deep, she was so small, and beautiful with hair her like the white dunes of the Underlands….” Ravie went on mumbling nonsense.
Kenda tuned him out wanting to be numb from this moment on. If she locked herself deep inside it wouldn’t hurt so much, she wouldn’t feel so helpless or guilty for rebelling against her father and leaving the safety of her home and subsequently being lured by the Gog because she had felt trapped and suffocated.
She had been young then, full of life and the desire to see what was out there. She’d wanted an adventure, something her father never allowed her to do, even though he gave Khalil, her brother free reign and freedom.
Kenda still remembered the trinkets Khalil had brought back for her from his many travels, each one having a story that feed her desire to see the world.
She had yearned and yearned for years until her yearning had turned to rebellion.
Stupid girl!
Kenda roughly wiped at her eyes.
She sat down properly on the floor stretching her legs out. Her hands glided over the smooth surface of the floor. She stared at it, wishing it would open and swallow her whole.
Hans walked back into the bathroom. He pulled the robe off his shoulders and let it slide to the floor.
He turned on the taps installed on the wall and watched as a spray of water spouted above him. He stepped under the stream and let the water glide down him body. The water drummed out the tension that seemed to have taken a permanent residence in his muscles – well some of the tension.
He knew he couldn’t get rid of the tension that throbbed to life at the end of his spine every time his thoughts drifted to her.
She has white hair, so white the dunes of the Underlands had nothing on her.
He has white hair.
There was one other man who has white hair like that.
Hans stilled as a memory filtered in his mind.
Ahhhhh?
The image of an old man in robes and white hair with intricate braids floated in his mind. He hasn’t seen him in a long time because Liam insisted the old man be kept in solitude in the deepest bowls of the pits.
Hans turned off the water and rushed back into the bedroom. He searched for his clothes around the bed and floor and put them on.
He walked out of the bedroom. “Ravie!” he called as he passed the room, he’d chosen for Kenda.
“Yes, Master.” Ravie appeared in the hallway. Hans stared at him not surprised he was still in the room with Kenda. The princess was something else.
And she was not for the likes of him.
“You will not touch her.” Hans advanced on him, letting the full force of his beast to dominate him without turning. “You hear me.”
Ravie looked down. “Yes, Master.”
“Take me to the old man.” Hans said and started walking. Re
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