Nicola and Jack were pressed against the wall of the warehouse where Steve had slaved in. It turned from a sunny day to being dark and gloomy, dark storm clouds had gathered above the warehouse and soon began to pour. The two tried to get out of the rain as much as they could, but the roof of the building only gave them so much coverage from the rain.

"Are you ready princess?" Jack whispered as he looked around to make sure no one would find them suspicious. After not hearing a reply, he glanced back at Nicola. Except she was not there. "Shoot!" He swore in his head knowing that if anything happened to her the king would surely have his head.

Feeling nervous, Jack would scan the area of any sign of where the princess had gone. It was then that something peculiar caught his eye, hoping that Nicola would be fine on her own, he decided to investigate what he had seen.

***

The master had Steve pinned to his desk and was beating him with his leather belt. "How dare you leave without permission!?!" The master yelled as he would whip the poor boy. "You don't leave unless I tell you to!" He continued to rage on as his voice boomed through the warehouse.

Nicola had snuck around the back of the warehouse and slipped in through the garbage shoot. The stench of death and garbage cloaked any scent of the palace that would be lingering on her, this way Nicola would appear to be just like any other random peasant girl.

As she ventured in the warehouse further, the sounds of the belt hitting Steve's fragile body and the Master's raging grew louder and louder until Nicola had gotten to the outside of the Master's office.

"Release The Boy!" Nicola commanded as she kicked the door open. The Master stopped the beating and looked up at the woman before him.

"Who the heck are you?" He snarled stepping away from the boy on his desk.

"I am Aashirya-Nicola, Princess of Istania!" Nicola took a step forward to demand control of the situation. The Master smirked and stepped closer to the female.

"Yeah right." He snickered, "if you're the princess then I'm the king!"

"No You're Not!" Nicola growled at the Master before he pushed her down and kicked her off to the side.

"Learn your place witch!" The Master yelled as he slammed his door shut. "I will show you your place!" He then bent down and grabbed Nicola by her neck and lifted her up off of the ground. "Beg me to let you go!" He would then begin to squeeze her neck with the intentions of snapping her neck unless she begs him to stop.

Nicola would glare at him and grip his hand as she tries to stop him from squeezing her neck. "Release me!" She growled between gasps.

"Please let me go master. I'm sorry for stepping out of line!" The Master moaned as he tried to mock her while he continues to squeeze, soon beginning to cut off her air flow.

"N-Never...!" Nicola gasped as she began to feel light headed.

"That's too bad, I guess Joe will have to get another body bag ready then." The Master grinned darkly.

"N-No..." Nicola began to lose consciousness as the Master was tackled to the ground.

"Let Her Go!" Steve raised his voice as he tackled the Master to the ground. The sudden movement startled the Master as he released Nicola when he was forced to the ground by the fragile little freckled boy.

Now enraged, the Master got up and grabbed the boy by his neck and smashed him against the wall. He would then pick up the boy again and continue to fling the boy against the wall until his office door was forced open once again. This time it was the Istanian police force; two officers stormed into the office.

They grabbed the Master, pulling his arms behind his back and handcuffing him. The officers would then escourt the man outside where the rest of the force waited, and freed the remaining slaves.

Jack ran into the office and pulled Nicola into his arms. "Hey, Screacher, please be okay." He held the female close waiting for her to regain consciousness.