You know when you get abducted or kidnapped.
Actually, no, not kidnapped. I'm no longer a kid! I'm 18!
Forgot about that for a moment...
Anyway, when you get abducted, to a nasty place, with no food or water. You'll probably wish to die.
But for me, I wish I could stay here forever.
'Cause the moment you laid down that ass on this bed. Oh, you'll never want to leave again. You'll be wishing you were sleeping beauty and the prince never came.
Seriously, it's that good.
And if you're wondering why I'm on that bed.
I like sleeping.
No, kidding. I fainted.
I do like sleeping, though.
Anyway, after I fainted the 'king'- I really should ask for his name. This is getting annoying - he probably laid me down on the bed.
And if not. I should really get myself checked out at a hospital for teleportation.
He he he. Good one, Kasey. I mentally high-fived myself and sat up on the bed.
Do I really have to?
Yes.
Fuck you.
You already do.
What? Ieuw, gross.
I shook my thoughts away and stood up from the massive waterbed. This was heartbreaking.
I patted the waterbed and whispered an 'I'll never forget you' under my breath.
I'm weird.
I limped towards the bathroom, my toe was still hurting and sat down om the lit of the toilet. I closed my eyes for a second and laid a hand on my forehead, it was burning.
I walked towards the cupboard and looked for some painkillers, for both my toe and my head.
There was a sudden noise beside me that made me jump up and loose my balance.
I'm never gonna be a ballet dancer.
I groaned loudly when my ass landed on the cold marble floor. Fuck, I'm gonna have a blue ass.
The 'king' appeared in the doorway, grinning like an idiot. And he's gonna get blue balls, asshole.
"What the fuck?!" I sputtered.
"Sorry, mea sponsa." He said reaching out his hand for me to take.
"What the hell does that mean?" I took his hand and he pulled me up from the ground.
"It's latin." He gave me a small smile, which was absolutely enchanting. Keep it together, Kasey. I rubbed my ass and frowned when a stinging sensation burned through it.
"I know that," I said still frowning, "I asked what it meant."
He pulled me forewards by my arm and laid his hand on the back of my back. Fucking hell. A wave of pleasure ran through me and struck me right at the core. I pressed my thighs together and balled up the desire before walking out of the bathroom with his hand still on my back. He's killing me. "You'll find out soon." He whispered in my ear. I'm so dead. I pushed back the moan and let out a shaky breath.
"Come on, let's get you something to eat."
I was still dressed in my black dress, I was walking barefoot and my hair I couldn't even get my hand through my hair... I look like a disaster.
"Good Idea, I'm starving!" I'm truly trying to ignore the waves of pleasure running through my body but it was getting harder and harder every damn second. The moment he started rubbing his thumb in circles I was cursing this damn dress to be this revealing. Who even comes ul with that sort of designs. They're fucking crazy.
And holy fucking shit, when he started sliding his hand up to my right hip I could've died right there and then. This is murder.
A small gasp left my lips and I cursed myself for letting it escape.
Damn you, woman. Keep your hormones to yourself.
"What was that?" The 'king' spoke from behind me, I could just hear his smirk, fucking bastard. I'ma kill you.
"Nothing. I'm just really hungry and my tummy decided to talk, you know, it does that sometimes. I don't know why but Hendrik really likes to speak up." nailed it.
"Hendrik?" He said and from the way he pressed his lips together I just knew he was trying not to laugh in my face.
"Yes, Hendrik the third. My tummy."
"You named your stomach?" His face was seriously annoying me. He was teasing me and I don't like it. He'll be sorry in no time. I smirked at myself before turning around which caused his hand to disappear from my back. Finally, free from desire!
"No, my dad did."
"Well, he must be crazy." His laugh was turning me on to no end.
Sorry to kill your fun... Not really.
"No. He's dead." And the fun is gone.
The way his face fell almost made me tumble to the ground, hold my belly and laugh my ass off. It was like what a mimic does, he went from 'happy' to 'sad', faster then his hand could move over his face.
"I'm sorry."
"Why? It's not like you made him die." Someone else did.
I must look bad to you people right now. Making jokes about my dead father. But at some point I just moved on, you know. I went from depressed orphan to happy foster kid real fast. And it did make me happy. And that's what made me who I am today. And I'm proud to what I've become. I like the way I am, the way my black hair falls down my shoulders, the way my nose is actually too small for my face, the way my lips are tiny but plump at the same time, the way my hips are bigger than my waist, the way my breasts aren't big but make the boys swoon and mostly I like the way I am as a total package. Inside and the outside. You don't like my personality? Then you don't get my body.
"I know that, but still, I shouldn't have spoken the words I said." The 'king' made me snap out of my stream of thoughts and back into the present.
"It's okay, truly." I said, awkwardly patting his shoulder. Even when I pat him I feel the electric shocks. This is insane.
"Now, tell me where the food is." I said giving him a sweet smile before strolling off in the direction be pointed at. He was walking behind me, pointing the way to the sweet heaven of God.
Truly, the sight I was met with in that kitchen was hotter than the devil himself.
There was fucking chocolate tart!
"Hmm..." I moaned, "so good!""More...""Tastes so good!" I said before taking another piece of the chocolat tart.
When I finished putting on my clothes, a white skinny jeans with a black t-shirt on top of it, I got out of the bathroom and found the maid tidying up my bedroom. It wasn't a big problem or something, but I can do it myself. She doesn't have to do it for me. If I made the mess, I shall clean it.I should become a poetic.
Half an hour has passed and I'm still wondering around the hallways. It's truly a maze of some kind. I keep returning to the same point and it looks like I'm walking in freaking circles. I was trying to get back to the bedroom I was staying in, but there was asmallobstacle.My stomach growled loudly once more and I scowled to the open air.I need food.
"God! Please!" I whined, "please, kill me now." A soft whimper left my lips and made me feel even more misserable then I already felt. The cramps kept building up and becoming like tsunami's hitting my belly. It has never been this bad before. And I truly don't know what to do anymore. I ttied everything. From a warm bath to taking some Aspirin, and nothing helps.And it's fucking killing me.
Screw him.Like you wouldn't love that.Ok, true, I would. I even fantasised about that. And believe me, I would volunteer like Katness Everdeen if he would ever ask.
You know, everybody has something that they can't deal with or simply can't do. Some can't speak in public, for an example, when they get on stage they become so nervous they freeze like a stone and there isn't coming a word out of their mouth. It's sad to watch. Nobody wants to look like a statue infront of hundreds of people.My problem is a little bit smaller. And turns around one person. But it seems worser to me than anything. All my life I've been deeling with it. But it's never been this
The temptation to kiss him right there and then was overwhelming. His hands resting on my ass. He squeezed, I moaned. He slapped, I groaned. Everything felt so good, too good.The emberassment was still there though. My head was warmed up to the max. It felt like it was going to explode. But his hands, God his hands. They were magical. I couldn't think straight. Words where out of the picture. And damn it, my brain wasn't working because of his smell.
Would you believe if I told you I tried to kill myself once? Or twice? Would you believe that I cut my wrists open a hundred times and one time just went to far what got me into rhe hospital for two weeks?Well, you shouldn't. 'Cause I never tried, but I'm close to it now. The awkward tension in the room was just to much for me.