Deadly Lust..

My mother used to tell me that I looked horrible, unappealing, that I did not even have a glimpse of beauty in me.

I was the most unattractive girl she ever met with my hair as tight as can be or braided, my body hiding behind clothes that were way to big for me and my skin color: brown a little bit more fair than milk chocolate. As a desi girl that was considered unappealing according to my mother making insults such as: I can't believe you're that dark, you were blue and black the day you were born, everything is dark about you.

Everyone I have ever met called me ugly, unattractive, unable to be loved etc. Before my as we call it:"glow up" happened or as I like to call it: The Curse.

Never thought I'd miss my days before I turned 16, before my curse began.

When I turned sixteen I vowed to myself to wear what I want and finally to let me be myself. I trimmed my eyebrows, cut my long dead parts of my hair that came to my knee and it now had the length to my waist.

I wore clothes that complimented my figure and started smiling again.

I always had an assertive personality but people always told me that my looks didn't match my personality.

Ever since that day my life began to change... drastically.

Since my curse began my mother started to curse me more sometimes the ugly comments and sometimes that I dressed up to much: whilst wearing a plain shirt and pants that aren't to big for me but are just my size.

She cursed me because boys whistled at me.

My siblings weren't a help either they were the most tight you could be with each other and with my mother. My father had a good bond with me but that changed.

At the age of 18 I finally could leave the house due to having enough money to provide for myself.

I never looked back to that horrid house.

I left the town and started a new chapter in my life far far away from all the madness that they caused me. My dog was the only reason why I could bear with them. I have a pendant hanging real tight around my neck in the shape of a heart that can hold two photos: one with his photo in it and the other one with the most recent photo I made with him. It's been a year since he passed away at the age of 25, I loved him with all my heart but I'm glad that he died piecefully in his sleep of old age.

I touch the pendant whenever I feel sad or afraid he gives me the power to survive and I'll forever be grateful that I had him in my life.

Now I'm 19 and I've got a nath (nosepiercing ring) to feel more in touch with my culture.

My hair is again the same length cause I trimmed it.

And my body has become a more noticeable hourglass I believe.

I lived in a gorgeous house that I built myself near a beautiful castle with the most amazing view: mountains, woods, rivers, etc.

How I wish I would never live next to that specific castle..

My nightmare officially began a few weeks ago..

I was cooking dinner when I saw a very attractive man in uniform staring at me through the window.

He was a bit taller than me, silky brown hair, a muscled tanned body and beautiful green eyes

At first I didn't notice his royal badgenumber and asked if he was lost.

He smirked and said that he was the crown prince.

I didn't care and said well good for you, now I know that you're not lost I'll go finish cooking my dinner have a good evening.

The prince raised his right eyebrow and said: "That is no way to talk to a crownprince you know"

My response: " I beg your pardon, I only said that I was making dinner and you just stood in front of my window, now if you'll excuse me I want to be done soon so I can eat and get some.sleep.

The prince's raised eyebrow was replaced with two angry looking ones.

He said: "I'll have to punish you for hostilty against the crown prince". At this point I was done with his ass: "I'll see you in court than oh mighty crownprince in a subtle.mocking way.

The prince smirked and said: "I'll be the one punishing you, there will be no court.. and I will punish you now..

My heart began beating faster as I saw him opening my window from the outside.

I ran as fast as I could to my front door which was the nearest, but before I could open it I felt an arm strongly grabbing my wrist.

LET ME GO, PLEASE!

His grip on me got even stronger, he tightened his grip, it was so painful that my hand on the doorknob began trying to free my.other hand.

With his hand who already held my wrist, he began grabbing my other wrist.

With his free hand he began untying my hair.

My long hair fell down to my waist, he had both my wrists in his hand whilst taking a step back to look at me.

I leant back and tried pulling myself free.

Please leave me alone.. Please

He looked at me and smirked even more, he said:"Your begging wants me to take you even more."

I froze for a second in fear when I saw him walking closer to me. His face near mine.

I tried to free my wrists by pulling even harder but I couldn't.

The crown prince seemed to enjoy everything. His face was two inches away from mine he turned his face and whispered in my ear: :"From the moment that I saw you, I knew you'd belong to me, I've waited so long to do this".

Tears began forming in my eyes his grip got even more tight that it forced me to lower my head.

He used one hand to get my face back up, he cupped my face and looked me in the eyes.

His eyes were full of lust it scared me so much the only thing that I could do was close my eyes and pray.

His lips were hunkering for mine. He lowered his head a bit and slighty turned it so he could reach my lips.

I quickly turned away, he smirked and said: "You refuse, doesn't matter this makes it more fun anyway".

My heart began to beat so fast that it.felt as if it could explode any minute now.

His one hand began tightening my wrists even more, even between switching hands I couldn't pull away his grip was to firm.

Tears began rolling down my cheeks

Please.. don't hurt me

Let me go.. don't do this

My head was lowered in pain my knees began to start turning weak my wrists were so tightened it felt as if they were tied with thin rope.

Please I beg you.. I beg you..

The crown prince smirked and once again cupped my face saying:"Obey and you won't feel a thing beautiful".

He once again leant in for a kiss but this time I didn't turn my face.

Atleast it's over is what I thought..

But once again his grip tightened and I fell saying:"I didn't turn away".

"No, but you didn't kiss me back beautiful and when you do let's hope for your sake that it felt like you wanted to kiss me" said the Crown Prince.

My stomach turned, I felt so sick, how can someone be like this, with tears in my eyes I looked at my wrists still trapped in his grip, I looked at my hairtie that was thrown on the floor.

I took a breath and said "fine I'll do it"

The crown prince smirked and said:"Smart and beautiful".

With lust in his eyes his lips approached mine, I felt his lips touch mine and I froze for a second, I couldn't do it. But than his grip tightened my wrists even more. In a wince of pain I opened my mouth a bit to let out a sigh of pain. I felt his tongue in my mouth and I didn't like it, he tightend his grip forcing me to kiss back so I did. For what felt like an hour I kissed him back. Passionate as if I meant it fearing for what might came next.

He eventually pulled away and said:"See you are mine, next time don't make me hurt you beautiful".

He released his grip which made me fall to the ground.

He stood over me and said:"Cause I'm not done with you my princess".