The Princess Slave
My arms struggled against them, still holding the top of my dress together as best as I could.
“Don’t fight them, and they won’t be as rough. Little princess.” The king said. For a moment it seemed as if his features filled with anguish.. as if he didn’t want to hurt me, but he didn’t feel he had a choice.
“Stop! Leave me alone!” I growled. They ripped my arms back and my dress ripped even more. Goddess, fuck! There was no holding this damned dress together, is there?
“Asshole!” I growled. I snarled and my fangs shot out. The man jumped back, but then laughed as if I didn’t scare him.