𝓞𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵

II

𝓙𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

I'm awaken from my peaceful sleep by a gentle shake. Even the slightest stir will get me up so I snap my eyes open.

"Hm." Prince sits a bag of food next to my head then starts to walk off.

"Prince. How the hell am I supposed to eat when my arms tied up?" I look at him stupid as he turns around.

"Figure it out." He shrugs about to walk out again.

"Princeeeeeuhhh." I whine. He so fucking mean to me for what?

"Why you always need sumn. Damn. I bought yo damn food and you still asking fa shit." He leans his head back, balling up his fists.

"Ian even do shit to you." I say.

He comes towards me with a knife and I squirm away.

"Girl get back hea ian finna stab you, how else am I post to get the rope off dumbass?" He pulls my arm and starts slicing through the rope.

"Aw my arms got red marks on em now." I complain, rubbing them.

"I wish you would try n escape, I been waiting fa a reason to kill you." He mugs me.

"My legs still tied so how imma leave?" I sit up as best as I can to start eating my fries.

"Ion know. Yo hardheaded ass'll find a way." He shrugs.

"Wait so how am I supposed to shower and brush my teeth n shit?" I ask.

"Figure it out." He stares blankly.

"Cut the ropes on my legs nigga."

"Always asking for sum shit." He pulls his knife back out and cuts through it.

"Thank you. You got any clothes I could wear?" I stand up and stretch.

"Nope." He pops the p.

"I wore this at the party and I wore it to sleep. It's musty and really uncomfortable too." I give him a sad look.

"I'll get sumn." He gives in.

"Thank you, I also need deodorant, perfume, Tampax pearl super, Always overnight maxi pads, wet wipes, baby oil, an exfoliation brush, facial moisturizer, cocoa butter lotion, African black soap, a 5 bladed aloe vera razor-" I began to list my needs.

"This ain't no damn hotel, ian finna meet yo needs. You're a kidnappee, not a customer." He scrunches his face up.

"Okay. But my cycle coming in 3 days so if ion get my feminine hygiene products by then, I will rub my period blood on the walls." I sit back down on the bed and cross my legs.

"Who the fuck says sum shit like that?" He looks at me crazy.

"If my requirements aren't met I will throw my squishy blood clots at you like paintballs." I explain.

"You so fucking odd." He walks out and slams the door before locking it again.

He better get my shit cuz I'm not playing.

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"Here yo- oh shit." He drops the bag and covers his eyes.

"You ain't never seen a bitch naked before?" I chuckle.

"Put sum fucking clothes on man I can't see allat." He sighs turning the opposite direction.

"What fucking clothes?" I question.

"Just- just take that bag on the floor, damn." He walks out n closes and locks the door.