*Frisk's POV*

If you could believe it, he didn't hurt me.

He didn't slam me into the wall like I expected him to, he didn't kick me to the floor and beat me until I could no longer use my legs.

No, he just stared.

And I stared back.

My heart beat so fast I felt as if the whole room was shaking, even though I knew it wasn't.

Each moment that passed I expected him to lash out, to hurt me in anyway.

Though he didn't, and he laid on the bed with a clenched jaw and a tight line for his lips.

Even as he slept I continued to stay standing, like any move I possibly made would cause him to wake up and hurt me.

I had been so terrified, so afraid of what he would do to me, my mind couldn't think of anything else but his hands gripping my throat to strangle me.

And the Prince.

When I thought more of it, the Prince was something that sent that killer fury in G, the terrifying voice and look that would send anyone hiding in their closet with the monsters instead of out with him.

Instead of feeling like a rabbit at prey, I felt like I was already dead, and the pain would never stop.

The fear never stopped and I stared at G as he laid there, motionless but tense, his body moving only slightly to breathe.

Did I dare ask him any questions in the morning?

The curiosity seemed to distract my fear, and it almost felt worse.

The thrive, the desire to knowledge, it tore at my head, struggling to find the answers already in my mind.

The want was so powerful I almost woke up G and forced him to tell me.

Almost.

There was no way I would ever wake up an insane person, whom I know nothing of except the fact he loves smoking, smirking, and commanding.

Power as well, forgot to add that into the mix.

All night I stayed awake, my mind full of questions and thoughts, along with fear and terror of G.

Oh how I wanted to forget about him.

I wanted to sleep, forget about G and his mystery.

Yet the fear kept my heart pounding so fast I couldn't relax, even when I slid down the corner to the dirty floor which seemed much more comfortable and safe then when I was standing.

The image of G being thrown into the room stuck into my mind, the image of the metal mask yanked onto his mouth, his eyes sharp with anger and the want to escape.

That look he had, almost made me wish he made it out.

I could feel how badly he wanted it, I knew just how much he needed to escape.

Yet when I thought about it, alone in that cell with a killer laying on the bed asleep with anger still tensing his bones, I wondered what the world would be like if he was free.

Would he continue his ways?

Or do what I would, and change completely?

I didn't have to think twice to know he would continue his anger and smirks, his smoking and teasing, his nicknames and fury to the Prince.

When I thought about the Prince curiosity ached me and I tried to ignore it as best I could.

Like a miracle, the sun began to shine through the little holes on the wall, so high it would take two of me to reach; so small, it would only fit my finger through.

But the sun rays looked like bars on the cell floor, as if they were mocking me outside.

G stirred and I felt my breathing stop as I listened, not daring to look at what might kill me.

Yet he just sat up slowly, his free hands helping him while he grunted.

He made a sound like a groan and sigh then rubbed his face like he had woken up from a long day of work.

That's when I realized I was watching him, my eyes unblinking as if every time I did I would see the image of his craze again.

His eyes met mine for a split second before they darted all over me, causing a shiver to strike me.

"What are ya staring at goodie-to-shoe-slut?" 

And just like that, G was himself.

A sigh of relief rushed out my mouth too fast, and it spread through my body making it easier to breath.

G just looked confused and stretched a bit as he mumbled, "What the hell is wrong with you..."

"No G, its my turn for some answers," I said, shocked at the confidence in my voice.

There was his famous smirk, and I stared him dead in the eyes, telling him I meant business.

"Alright ask away dollface," He chuckled laying against the wall and opening his legs to relax.

"Who is the Damn Prince?" 

The question widened his eyes and he seemed furious again, that's when I wanted to shove all the words back into my mouth.

Though he relaxed, and his eyes went back to normal: Hidden and emotionless.

"You saw him last night didn't ya?" He asked raising an eyebrow (Ya'll know what I mean)

"That's not what I mean and you know it G," I said standing up with sore legs.

G huffed and shrugged, "Nothing important."

There was the anger that boiled in me, the anger that begged me to slap him.

I didn't, and kept a strong voice while I said, "Yes... from last night, it is important."

"The Prince," He started, making excitement for answers well up in my stomach, "Is a Prince. Nothing to it."

"That's not what I mean either!" I yelled, letting my anger slip away from my tight grip.

This made G smirk and my regret grow.

For a moment, both of us were silently staring at each other, daring the other one to speak.

We didn't, and G pulled out a cigarette from his jumpsuit pocket.

Then he put it in his mouth lightly, puffing into it as if it was already burning.

My eyes widened when it did begin burning.

"How... how did you do that?" I asked, pointing my hand weakly at the smoke while G laid back in relaxation.

"Light it? They light themselves. Got a little match on the inside, that's what I read on the box sweetheart." 

Glad to have him answer at least one of my questions without a dumb smirk, I asked another, "How do you even get those?"

He chuckled and his smirk returned, sending me into a state of blank anger.

"The guards leave packs lying around sometimes. So I take em."

"You steal."

"Really?! Who would have thought!" He said smirking, with each word dripping in sarcasm.

I growled, "They have to notice don't they?"

"Pfft," He laughed and leaned against the wall, smoking his cigarette casually, "Like they care."

Without realizing it, a smile twitched at my lips and I said, "Yeah they don't care about anything. Weather your beaten or drinking scotch."

G chuckled softly, "Yeah, they'll let ya do anything as long as you don't escape."

Finding my chance, I shot out, "They'll let you do anything as long as you don't escape. They at least want the rest of us following the rules."

To my surprise, G thought it was funny and he nodded, "Some weak rules they have, if they let idiots like that man assault you like that."

My face softened a bit, and I tried to ignore the fact I was slightly enjoying the conversation as I asked, "... Why do you care about that anyway?"

"Pfft, I don't," He answered, turning his head away blankly, his smoke following.

I laughed a bit, "Yes you do! You beat that guy to a pulp!"

"Listen goodie-goodie," He said turning to me with a glare that flattened my smile, "I don't give a shit about you. I care about myself. I just might need ya for later..."

The way he said that made me shiver and for some reason, I felt tears.

"... You don't mean you'll..." My words stop and I turn away trembling with worry and wonder.

Would he though?

Could his mood swings, his protection of me, everything possibly lead to-

"What?" He asked looking at me.

"...Rape..." I whispered.

"Hell no!" He shouted.

I jumped at his answer, looking at him confused and shocked.

G, out of all people, wouldn't?

"Look sweetheart, I may be bad, but I ain't evil."

His words hung in the air, just like the smell of his cigarette while he smoke and turn his head away again.

That's when I knew one thing about G.

I found out he could do what he wanted, (oh wait, already knew that) Found out he smoked (yup that too) then I thought of something I did learn.

He needed me for something.

So I asked the next question after a few seconds of silence.

"What would you need me for then?"

"Curious, goodie-to-shoe-slut?" He asked with a smirk.

My face burnt with embarrassment and I glanced my eyes away.

"Anyone would be... But if it includes me, it has to be my business."

"Alright... you're helping me escape. Tonight."

When he said the last sentence I choked on questions, confusion, and shock all together in a nice little vomit of words.

Well, one word which happened to be, "WHAT?!"

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