Three months later
“Wake up, girl.”
The same shooting pain shot through my head that I had grown accustomed too, as Finn banged on the door with the heel of his boot. The after effect of the concussion I had suffered from the night before.
I reached up, feeling the dried-up blood that caked my hair, along with the giant goose head on the back of my skull from being hit with the butt of Carlos’ pistol. I looked around at the four stone walls, I had called home for the past three months. Although it was the furthest thing from the home I remembered.
At this point, I was just thankful to be alive.
Everyday was the same. I would stay in these confines of these four walls. Only being allowed out to use the restroom, which was conveniently directly across from the room they kept me in. I had no way of truly knowing though. I was blindfolded anytime; I left the room. Even if I was just going to the restroom.
“Hey, did you hear me. Up!” he said a bit more aggressively through the door.
Finn was a tall beefy man. He was as asshole, taking pleasure in the pain he inflicted on me. He clearly got a rise out of causing me pain. The cuts and bruises across my body evidence of that.
I turned around on my bed to face the door. Finn stood against the door, his eyes peering through the bars. His face the only thing I can physically see.
“Where am I going?” I ask, confusion rolling over me.
Finn chuckled, “We’re leaving.” My eyes widened, his answer surprising me. “That’s right, your highness. Time to go.” I stared up at him, confusion sweeping across my beaten body. Where did he expect me to go like this? It was obvious from the bump on my head that I was in no way, or in any shape to move.
Or be moved for that matter.
I had spent the last three months, being beaten to an inch of my life. And now he expected me to just waltz right out of here? I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t no matter how bad I hurt. I wasn’t about to go quietly for anyone.
I did my best to sit up, my body sore and bruised; ready to defend myself.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I mustered up all the strength I had to speak. I was severely dehydrated and weak. My body screaming as one or more of my broken rips, caused me pain from the quick movement. “Fuck you.”
Finn, hated me.
More than the other two guards that were on rotation to keep watch. As if I could do anything in a room with no windows and only one way out. I preferred Jasper, who would at least only drug me when he was told to do so. And actually, look guilty after he would smack me across the face. Finn, would drug me for the pure joy of not having to hear my mouth, as he would beat me senseless.
“Always so feisty. I love it.” He smiled a toothy grin, causing my stomach to churn. “Are we going to do this the easy way or am I going to have to break a couple fingers this time. You know how much it turns me on hearing you’re bones crack.”
The sick bastard.
I shook my head, knowing damn well I was going to lose this fight. It would just be easier if I gave in and just did what he said. Even though I hated being drugged, not knowing where or what they were doing with me. I knew I was helpless at the moment.
“Fine.” I snapped back at him, the anger I felt fueling my adrenaline. Giving me a brief moment of relief from the agony. I stood from the mattress that laid on the floor, moving towards the door. “I thought you would see it my way, your highness.” I heard the door unlock, my mind mentally preparing for what came next.
Finn appeared; his hair now tied back in a manbun, exposing his hideously scarred face. “It’s easier on all parties if you just do as your told.” He pulled out a black blind fold, while taking a syringe from his other pocket.
I nodded, knowing that it was hopeless to fight. I had no other choice.
Finn crossed the small room in three giant steps. Tying the blindfold around my eyes, putting me in complete darkness, I began gasping for air, the feeling of a panic attack at bay.
“Wait!” I said, hearing the cap of the syringe being removed.
“What? Make it quick, girl. We’re on a schedule.” He said removing the blind fold so I could see him. The syringe inches from my neck. He was so close I could feel the heat from his breath on my face. Causing me to shiver in fear.
“Why do you blind fold me, if you’re just going to drug me anyway?” I ask, doing anything in my power to prolong the inevitable. I knew nothing I said would make him let me go, or even take it easy on me. But maybe I could distract him long enough to catch my bearings. It wouldn’t last long. Something I had learned from the countless beatings I received since I arrived. Simply for speaking.
“I have my orders. I don’t ask questions.” He said, reaching to tie the blindfold again.
Once again in complete darkness. I hated this part, the utter darkness that surrounded me the second the blind fold covered my eyes. I stood silent; awaiting the syringe I knew was coming next. The anticipation of the sharp needle causing my anxiety to move through me in waves.
“Who gives these orders? Grace? Why isn’t she in here doing the dirty work?” Anger, quickly replaced the fear I felt just moments before. Finn, chuckled his laugh causing every hair on my body to stand to attention. “You think I take orders from the Queen?” he asked.
I nodded, not knowing what direction I should be looking.
“This is so much bigger than you, girl.” He spat, clearly aggerated with my line of questioning. I could feel the grip he had on my arm strengthening.
“The boss doesn’t want you; he wants what you can do for him.” I took a deep breath, absorbing the information Finn was giving me. Although, I didn’t have a plan on how I was going to use it. I knew I was an asset, but for what? Why were they keeping me alive?
“What could I possibly do for him?” I ask, not sure I wanted to know the answer. But needing to know any information I could to help me later on in the future. If I had any chance at all of escaping.
I could feel Finn’s wicked grin without even seeing it. The blood draining from my face, as the needle pierced my neck. The drugs instantly causing my mind to fog.
“Stupid girl. You’re going to be the reason; the Knight family loses everything.” He chuckled, “You’re just a pawn in a much bigger game, your highness. Enjoy the high.” His words stretched on in my head as my eyes fluttered shut, the effects of the drugs causing the world around me to go black.