“When will we have the pleasure of meeting Lady Jacqueline?” The Kings asked Alex. My grip on the wine pitcher tightened.
“Not until the ball I’m afraid, she is traveling at the moment but rest assured father, she is very appropriate.” He said smoothly.
“What about Princess Amelia?” He asked.
“Her nature is one that could be worked on.” Alex replied curtly.
“Ah you’ve met her?” The King chuckled.
“If you define ‘met’ as ‘being yelled at’” Alex remarked.
“She’s got fire.”
“I wouldn’t want to be in the frying pan.” Alex smiled causing the King to laugh.
“I want you to get to know her.” He said, taking a sip of wine.
“Why?” Alex asked.
“Because I want you to marry her.” He said. My blood ran cold and something told me that Alex’s did too.
“F-father.” Alex stammered, putting his knife down.
“You’re twenty years old, Alexander. I met your mother when I was your age and you need a wife because the kingdom needs an heir.”
“Not her.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Why not? She is rich, she’s young, she is beautiful, and it would be good for both our kingdoms.” He reasoned as if it were as simple as that.
“Father, she’s sixteen and she has the charm of a wasp.” He said.
“Be that as it may, you still have a duty to your kingdom.”
“We are on good terms with the Vincetts. We don’t need a marriage uniting us!” He said.
“Her King Bruce and I have been planning this ever since she was born. We can’t back out now.”
“We? You don’t have to be with her for the rest of your life!” Alex cried.
“Alexander listen to me. You will marry her. You will have a son. You will be with her until the day you die. Simple as that.”
“I will not.” Alex stated coldly.
“You will and you will do it with a smile on you face.” The King said.
“But I don’t love her! Hell I don’t even like her.”
“I don’t care who you ‘love’, you will marry her. That’s that.” He said. We knew then and there that there was no changing his mind.
“We’ll see about that.” Alex mumbled before getting up and storming out of the room. I glanced at the king before rushing after him.
“How could he?” Alex asked, picking up his sword. “I knew this may happen, but god anyone but her!” He said, wailing down on the pole. With every whack, a string of profanities left his mouth.

Anyone?

He happened to look up and saw my face.
“No, Jack baby not anyone.” He said. My vision blurred with tears and I looked away. “I don’t want anyone, I want you.”
I wanted to believe him, but from my experience, words spoken in anger are the truth. I shook my head and backed away when he tried to step closer. He’s hurt me so many times out of anger, what if he didn’t really care about me? What if he was just using me?
“Jack you’re overthinking. Please come here, I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
I knew if I stayed in that room, he’d have me in his arms in three seconds flat so I turned and ran out of the room. Alex didn’t chase me and I thought I would’ve been happy about that, but a pit in my stomach told me otherwise. I was walking through the hallway that had all the windows on the wall when suddenly a hand came out of no where and pulled me into one of the knight’s rooms. Fear filled my stomach and every nerve flinched when I crashed to the floor. I looked up and my stomach dropped. Balthazar stood in front of me with a smirk on his face.

No

I tried to yell. I tried to scream for Alex. I tried to make any noise whatsoever but it just didn’t happen. The words caught in my throat making me cough. Balthazar approached me quickly. I tried to fight him but his strength was inhuman. He was so strong it seemed like he could snap a rock in two. He smashed his lips to my neck and attacked it with wet sloppy kisses.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Jack.” He murmured in a sickening, yet sweet voice. I don’t know how he could have moved so fast but I heard the ripping of fabric and felt the cool gust of wind that met my skin as he literally ripped my clothes off. I tried to get up and scramble away but he got on top of me and straddled me. I watched with wide eyes as he bit his lip and undid his belt buckle causing a metal ‘clink’ to fill my ears. Within two seconds, I came face to face with his massive dick. I pushed myself up and tried to get to the door again, and I actually almost touched the handle, but then Balthazar’s hands gripped my ankles and dragged me back, the uneven stone floor scraping my knees and chest. His hands firmly grasped my hips, defiantly leaving bruises and all of a sudden he slammed into me with a moan. I tried to scream, hell I was screaming in my mind. My thoughts were nothing but cries of pain but not a sound escaped my lips. Tears streamed down my face and I didn’t know how I’d be able to stand this. I tried to punch and kick him, but he gripped both my wrists in one hand and held them above my head as he pressed down on my lower back with his other hand to secure me to the floor.
“Stop. Struggling.” He commanded…and I did. I lay there completely limp as he had his way with me. I turned my head and looked at this crack in the wall. It was small, probably about two inches and it branched out into three other cracks. I tried focusing on that instead of thinking about what was happening. His thrusts got harder and rougher. My knees scraped against the floor again causing the floor to grow wet with blood. Agony filled my body and I wasn’t sure if it was physical, emotional, or both but fuck it hurt.
“Oh god, Jack. So good.”
My face contorted and I attempted to bury it in between the stones of the floor and somehow seep through the rock away from everything. Unfortunately I stayed a solid and was forced to continue going through this hell.
“Mmm so tight. You feel so good with my cock up your pretty little ass.”

Then my mind blanked.

It was as if all my thoughts were grey.

I didn’t think.

I couldn’t think.

There was no pain, no despair, no nothing. It was just blank. I let my eyes go out of focus. I didn’t know how long it was, it could’ve been seconds, minutes, hours, or even days, but then there was more light in the room. I blinked in confusion and looked up in time to see Alex lung forward. Then I was empty. I fell to my side and saw Balthazar being beaten to the ground by Alex. Blood covered his face and Alex's fists and a few drops flew onto my leg. Alex pounded him mercilessly, on any other occasion I probably would've cowered or cried from flashbacks but now I just stared. I didn't have the energy to do anything else. I lost all will to react to anything. I watched Alex beat Balthazar to death without blinking. When the bloody man stopped breathing, Alex stood up. He looked at me and sighed. I knew I was disgusting and honestly, I didn't care anymore. Alex stepped in front of me and grabbed a blanket before covering me with it’s rough fabric. That’s when I closed my eyes. I just didn’t have the will to see anymore. I felt myself being lifted up and hurriedly carried. After a minute or two, I felt my body being placed on a bed and covered with blankets, then the sound of footsteps grew distant before the sound of the door closing. I was in Alex’s room. I knew it without even opening my eyes. I knew the way the sheets felt, I knew the smell of the room, I just knew.

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“Jack?” Alex whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him blankly.
“I took care of…Him.” I was grateful to Alex for not speaking his name. “I told everyone that he tried to kill me, with the exception of Sir Dawson, he knows the truth. We disposed of his body and he’ll never hurt you again.” He said. I blinked, absorbing the information.

They disposed of his body.

He’ll never hurt me again.

He hurt me.

He raped me.

Oh god he raped me.

Tears filled my eyes again and flew down my cheeks in steady streams.
“Oh Jack.” Alex whispered, his own eyes glistening. I wanted to scream, I wanted to sob, I wanted to make every noise possible but they were all trapped inside me. Alex lay next to me and pulled me into his chest gently, but firmly. My head rested on his chest and one hand was firmly clasped around mine and the other rubbing my back as he whispered nothing but sweet things in my ear.
He comforted me, he really did. I’d be shattered if he wasn’t here, but still the only thing that was running through my head was,

Oh god please not again…He raped me.

Notes

Title Cred: Believe by Hollywood Undead


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