Thread: Kidnapped for revenge [Vallie and Angelic]

She winced when he stepped on her. She let out a soft cry of pain, nudging away from him. He was awake, and she was scared for what he would do to her. She shook away from him, turning her head to not look at him, closing her eyes tightly, wrinkles forming. She hadn't slept well, there were dark rings under her eyes, that much was clear. She felt like a thing, to be used by him, not like a real person. And, she didn't know why she was here, why he had taken her captive. She had been afraid of the morning sun, afraid to witness when he would do to her. And now, she would find out. She didn't know if this would be where she would ultimately die. But, it sure felt like it, her skin raising in goosebumps as she heard him approach her. She didn't make a sound, aside from her calm breathing, but her heart was hammering against her chest. And, she had suitors, waiting at home for her arrival, some would venture across the country looking for her. She couldn't even look at him. She felt stripped of everything she had, her title, her power, and wealth. What did he want? Whatever it was, she wouldn't give it to him, she'd rather die than give him anything he wanted. Somehow, she knew that it would possibly be the end of her existence here in his home. My father has done nothing wrong. She said, How dare you accuse him! Her aubrun hair ran down in gentle waves down her pale shoulders, shivering from the morning's cool air, dissapointed that it had not warmed up. She looked at him, smoke in front of her, cringing. He would die from his own addiction, she was glad he was smoking. No one in her family did drugs, and if they had in the past, they had dropped it. She couldn't stand to be near people who did drugs. Her skin was pale, as if untouched by the skin, sheltered all her life, her eyes rimming over with bright tears. Her eyes opened, but she wouldn't look at him directly. Just at his feet. It might have been fear, but mostly, it was because she was afraid that if she looked up at him, she would see the face of a mad man that wanted to hurt him for this lie that he so firmly believed. She was glad he didn't get to her father, he didn't even deserve to be in her father's presence. She would gladly take his wrath. Her brown hair framed her soft, fragile face. She was one of those women who had extraordinary beauty, but it was clear that for anyone gazing at her, she seemed like a fragile woman. Her skin was unmarked, so pure, so pale in the sunlight. She had been brought up to believe that everyone was innately good, but she had been protected all her life. But, she had been severely protected by the guards at the same time. It seemed her purpose was to be this beautiful princess of a woman who would always be protected. She let out a shriek of pain when he forced her to look at him, unable to push him away because her limbs were tied by the rope. It wasn't long before the cigarette was pushed into her pale skin, unmarked by even the sun's rays until now. Her eyes were shut, tears forming, letting out a soft cry of pain. She didn't ask why he was torturing her, she knew why, to get revenge on her father. That wasn't true, her father had been nothing but good to the people, fighting for change. She hoped he was happy with himself, hurting an innocent bystander. But, she would take the pain for her father.