Amunet - [Hate]
1447 Words
I felt my overwhelming fear get even more overwhelming when the King of Thieves threw me into the small cage.
Thankfully though, he had ungagged me and removed the rope that tied me up.
“Let me go!” I yelled as I grabbed the bars of the door, which he had closed in my face.
“Sorry beautiful, little princess.” Said the thief as he locked the door. “You’re not leaving till we get what we want.”
I felt the urge to cry, but I shook my head. “No! You will not get away with this! My father will make you suffer for hurting me!”
The thief laughed. “How unjust of him. I have done nothing to harm you.” He said. “At least, not yet.”
I angrily shook the bars of the cage. “Let me out!”
The thief brought his face closer to mine, but not close enough for me to spit on. “No.” He smirked.
“You underestimate my father, you foolish man.” I said. “He’s the King of Egypt.”
“King.” He snorted. “We’ll see who’s the real king.”
“My fathers army will break your men and rip them to shreds!” I yelled.
“Oh, you think?”
“I know!”
“You saw what I did to one of his men last time, did you not?” He asked.
I hesitated.
“I did it with so much ease.”
“It was luck.”
He shook his head. “No. It wasn’t. And my men are just as good.”
I took a deep breath and let it out.
“I’ll be fine if your father sent his entire Royal Guard after me. No, even if he sent his entire Royal Guard and his entire army after me.” He said. “My men and I can beat them.”
“You can’t!” I yelled. “You cannot beat my father! He beat you once before and he can beat you again.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. That, princess, was what you call luck.” He said. “It won’t happen again.”
I opened my mouth to curse him but he had already turned around and started to walk away.
So I just screamed and shouted and banged on the cage until I couldn’t do it anymore.
It felt like I had been there forever. After long periods of time, they would give me some food, which I refused to eat. But they didn’t care.
The thieves just took it away and gave me new food later on.
The King of Thieves would often come to check on me, making snarky comments and annoying me.
But soon, though I didn’t know how many days had actually passed, I decided that I couldn’t wait here any longer.
I had waited long enough. I knew my father was probably looking for me at this point… but I needed to help him find me. All I could remember was that the ride here was long and that we were in the middle of nowhere. So I had to get out of here and find someone who could help me.
I got up in the cage and tried to find a way to open the door. I tried absolutely everything, including using my teeth, but nothing seemed to work.
So then I started screaming in frustration.
“Let me go! Let Ra punish all of your souls if you don’t set me free!” I screamed.
When there was no response, I fell down onto my bottom and sighed loudly, hugging my legs.
A moment later, I saw the thief King walk into the room they had me locked in.
When he approached me, he leaned against the wall to the right of the cage I was in. “If you don’t shut up, my men are going to make me kill you before the Pharaoh even knows where you are.” He said with his eyes closed.
“Oh don’t pretend you’re a good person.” I spat, anger boiling up within me.
He didn’t say anything, but let out a small laugh, his eyes still closed.
“Why do you do this?”
“Do what?”
“My father told me all about you!” I said. “You kill innocent people, you steal and lie and cheat!”
He opened his eyes and scratched his head. After a moment of being silent, he spoke up. “How does it feel to be a princess?”
“What?”
“I heard it’s awfully horrible.”
“It’s fine.”
“Don’t lie.” He said. “You hate it.”
“I do not.” I said, looking at my feet. “I have everything I need and I’m happy.”
“What is it you need?”
“My father.” I said. “My mother, and my sisters and brothers. All I need is their love. And they love me so I’m happy. They are my everything.”
He snorted.
I looked at him, and though he wasn’t looking at me, I saw on his face a strange jealousy. “You lie.”
“What?” I asked. “How would you know?”
“I absolutely hate people like you. People who pretend to be righteous in order to fill themselves with pride and glory. All people of your class are like that.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Are you trying to justify why you’re going to hurt us?” I asked. “You can never justify murdering men, women and children.”
“There is only one type of person that I trust.” He said suddenly, still not looking at me.
I hesitated, suddenly a little confused. “And what type is that.”
“Children. Young children, to be exact.”
“Why?”
“Because of their innocence.” He said, his voice softened. “Never would I slaughter a child.”
“But you’d slaughter the child’s parents and family?” I asked, feeling disgusted.
He let out a small laugh. “No.” He said. “I only kill the people that challenge me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Never in my life have I killed someone who ran from me.” He said. “Did your father ever tell you that?”
I opened my mouth to say that he was bluffing, but he turned and looked at me for the first time. “That’s why…” He started as he stepped in front of me and crouched down to look me in the eye. “That’s why you’re here. You made the mistake of challenging me.”
I bit my lip.
“That’s why I can stab a knife into your throat without feeling anything.”
“People don’t challenge you.” I argued. “They try to protect the people they love from you! Just as my father has done. And just as his army has done.”
“And who were you protecting?” He asked.
I hesitated.
“The dog?”
I felt my hands start to shake and my heart start to race in fear.
He let out a small laugh as he stood up and walked away. “Your pride.” He said. “And you’re glory.”
I swallowed hard.
“You were trying to protect your pride and your glory.”
I took a deep, shaky breath.
“That’s what I hate about people like you.” He said as he disappeared.
Was he really that mad at that simple kiss? He was clearly over reacting.
But whether he was over reacting or not, he was very angry. And from the looks of it, he probably really wanted to kill me. Now more than ever.
I felt a fear that I had never felt before.
Never in my life have I feared for my safety. My father and his men protected me from anything and everything.
But now I was in absolute danger.
I had to get out of here
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