Scarlett

It was not long before my body was flung into their car, I shuffle in the backseat, cursing at the tears that have stained my face drained of all emotion.

''So Prince William Eh?'' The talkative one in the passenger seat smirks, my body collides with the back of his seat as the driver brakes abruptly at his partner's words, ''Whoah dude!'' The other yells while rubbing his newly formed bruise on his elbow.

The driver, intimidating as he is, mutters a groan and takes off once again filled with rage. I slouch back into my seat and whisper, ''Two King's are on the look out for me, you think they won't find you? William, Dylan, the guards, they're looking for me'' I stare blankly at my hands, ''They'll come'' I continue. I sounded dreary and weak, utterly emotionless.

They both exchange a glance and soon the car comes to a drastic halt, flinging my lifeless body, once again. He opens the door and points an instructing hand at the road, but I sat in silence, my body refused to head any commands.

I was stuck, horrifyingly tormented, his hand brushes over my cheek making me turn to him, his face still concealed seems, distraught and he removes his touch.

He pushes in next to me and closes the door noticing I'd been shivering, he sighs and rests beside me, we were in complete silence,unable to register our taunting surroundings.

He seemed tortured as much as I was, his presence seemed to devour the heart clenching pain set ablaze within me. Minutes went by, in a blissful serenity, I finally manage to force my trembling body out of the car, with no option left, my legs ached, each step toward the deteriorated building ahead.

Noticing my struggle, he moves slighter faster and places a reassuring hand over my shoulder, guiding me each dreadful step we took.

We reached a dark corridor after a few horrendous stairs and he forces my stumbling body into a room not too far ahead. The lights were dim and the interior was far better than the exterior of the building, though it was quite evident that there had been no activity here for years.

His partner laid still on the couch in the open plan living area, asleep to an extent that no alarming noise could wake him.

I close my eyes, not knowing what emotions to perceive anymore, he tugs on my arm and I follow his leading body to a bed.

I shrug in fear as he lays me down, ''N--'' my piercing dry throat forces me to remain silent, he nods his head and walks away from me. He defined mystery, what did he want after all?

After seconds he steps back into the room with a glass of water in one hand and a silver bowl in the other, I shrug in discomfort, but soon lose all care when he gently lifts me from the bed, placing the glass near my mouth.

I gulp the water desperately as he gapes at my thirst, still not mentioning a word. Soon I found myself crying once again, my eyes were disfigured due to the intense crying, my lips were cracked and dry I could feel the paleness settling in my once rosy cheeks.

He presses me down slowly into the comfortable bed, he places the dish on the all too dusty dresser and pulls out a dripping wash rag, squeezing it till the last drop falls, he places the soothing warm rag on my heated forehead.

I couldn't help but feel confused and comforted at the same time, I urged my hand up to drop his hood, which would reveal this captivating kidnapper, but my hands refused to bare any more pain and they flutter down into the bed.

He picks my arm up and then turns my bruised wrist from earlier, his body shook in anger upon noticing it. I was too drained to react, so I close my eyes and surrender to sleep.

I still felt his built body next to me, he places my hand in the sheet and covers me completely, his footsteps begin retreating and the door is closed.