Princess
“Help me!” I scream but for some reason, I don’t feel I’m truly at risk. My name is Millie and I’m 15 and I am being kidnapped by fucking clowns I think. “Put me down”. I say as I’m thrown into what seems to be some sort of trunk or back of something maybe a van. I think to myself. I eventually reach my new destination and I am exhausted, scared, and kinda to be honest overwhelmed. My blindfold is lifted and I am being carried away by a boy covered in tattoos all over his back but none on his face. The boy has a very handsome face which I imagine will have an even better voice attached to it. The boy then says “ So princess, I think you’ll be my damsel in distress from now on”. My face immediately turns red I was not expecting that and it was really cringy but his voice was so deep when he said and his lips moved so slowly. I think the clown makeup made him hotter. “You’re going to need training and a new name when you're done but for now your name is Princess”. The boy said with a stern voice that was not to be argued with and even I know that. “ Well, actually my name is Millie”. I say while my cheeks puff out into a pout. “Well, sorry Princess but that’s not your name anymore the boy says. “Well can I at least know your name?" I ask. “Spot”. The boy says. “ And your training begins tomorrow, so sleep well, princess”. Spot says.
