Hidden in the shadows, Scott peered down the allyways. He was being overly cautious, there's no way anyone could know he was there. Still, habits don't just vanish at will. He stepped into the street along side a couple beggers shuffling along. A few other street urchins could be seen going the same direction. They were gathering at one of the palace gates for a handout that the Princes secretly administers. Such a show of weakness will be easy to exploit. He'll simply beg she come out to help a friend who is immoble, then once there are no witnesses, put her out and take her away to the safehouse. Nothing could be easier.
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The Royal Treatment
- Thread starter Jaqueline
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Aurelia waited until all else in the palace was quiet before she made her way out of her room in her midnight gown. She used the secret passageway in her room she had found when she was but a small thing, curious about the world and how it looked. The elf girl walked through the abandoned, cobweb encrusted halls. Before long the dark haired princess had found her way out to the gates. She had several small loaves of bread in her hands. She began handing out portions of the bread to the beggars through the gate, smiling at each raggedy person there. She had a heart for the people of her kingdom. She didn't want to be kept in the palace all the time. She wanted to be helping people.
Scott pulled his hood down and put on his best pleading face. He appraoched the gate and shook his head when she offered him bread, "Your grace, I beg a favor of you, please, it's my sister! She is much too ill to come with me and recieve one of these kinds rations from your hand personally. I could bring her some food myself, but it would mean so much to her if you came with me and gave it to her yourself. Please, your majestly, I implore you." She put his hands together to complete the look of a desperate beggar.
Aurelia looked over at the lone beggar. Most all of the people had left the gate, so she wouldn't be in so much danger. She thought for a long moment, before opening up the gate and sliding her body out. She smiled at the hooded beggar, watching him carefully. "Where is your sister, sir?" she asked, looking around and waiting. She didn't want to disappoint her people by not coming to see them when they were in need, and this man seemed to be quite the beggar.
Scott nodded gratefully, "Not too far, in one of the cottages over here, just follow me please." Scott put a delighted spring into his step for effect, "She won't be able to believe it, I got the princess to come to help her!" He led Aurelia through allyways and streets until they arrived in front of a broken down, abandoned looking house, "In here." He told her.
Aurelia followed the excited beggar carefully. She felt dangerous, leaving the palace gates like this, but she kind of liked it. She followed him along to the rundown house. She frowned, looking it over before pushing inside. "In here?" she asked. It was dark. "Where is she?" She couldn't see a thing in the dark of the cottage.
"Sorry, Princess." Scott said, quickly he put an arm and hugged her with it tightly to keep her arms down and her other hand cupped her mouth with a cloth covered in a sleeping potion, the fumes meant to knock her out. Simple cloroform approach, nothing could be simpler, so long as the Elven Princess didn't have any surprises up her sleeves.
When he wrapped his arms around her, she gasped, taking a deep breath in to scream. She struggled, trying to fight him off, get her hands on him. Any of her Elven tricks would have worked, but she couldn't think of them. She felt sleep overcoming her, and soon she collapsed in his arms, her eyes shutting.
Scott scooped her up with ease and held her under her back and knees. He chuckled to himself and smiled. Too easy, he had this payment in the bag. All he had to do was hold her and keep her from escaping until they lured out and killed her father. He quickly stalked off into the night to the safehouse, running so he got there before she woke up. Quick acting, but not much staying power.
Half an hour later the Princess would find herself with her hands tied behind her back and feet bound to a ball and chain. Scott sat in a wooden chair across from her in a small, almost cramped dark room. There wasn't much light, but Scott was holding an unlit candle.
Half an hour later the Princess would find herself with her hands tied behind her back and feet bound to a ball and chain. Scott sat in a wooden chair across from her in a small, almost cramped dark room. There wasn't much light, but Scott was holding an unlit candle.
Aurelia woke up, and thought that there was something over her eyes.
When she shifted, her body immediately slid over, making her shoulder hit the floor. She grunted, trying to push herself up, but found that both her wrists and her ankles were bound, and her ankles were bound with a ball and chain. She frowned, trying to pull her wrists out of the bindings, all the while making noises of frustration. Where was she?
When she shifted, her body immediately slid over, making her shoulder hit the floor. She grunted, trying to push herself up, but found that both her wrists and her ankles were bound, and her ankles were bound with a ball and chain. She frowned, trying to pull her wrists out of the bindings, all the while making noises of frustration. Where was she?
Scott got down and removed the bag blindfold, "Calm down Princess, you're safe. Well, enough. Best you behave, or I'll have to make you behave." It was still too dark to see much clearly, "If you'll kindly stop struggling, I'll remove turn on some lights, okay?" he spoke softly but firmly, letting her know he was serious, but not too dangerous.
Aurelia looked up as the blindfold was removed; all she could see was shadows. She frowned, trying to pull her wrists from the bindings still. She recognized the voice of the beggar who had wanted her to come see his sister. She had been stupid to fall for that. She saw that now. Finally, she calmed down more, wanting to see so she could spit in this man's face, a tied up princess's best defense.
Scott stepped back and lit the candle now set on the wall, the room filling with some light, but it still was dim. He also lit a lamp and held it. He knelt down to get a better look at her. In the light he was also more visible, his hair thick and full, going down and connecting his beard and mustache, all of which were a golden brown color. He smiled, "Good, glad to see you see reason. So long as you behave, I promise not to do anything to you.
Aurelia frowned, her dark hair falling down past her breasts to her waist. She had shockingly blue eyes, which watched Scott with a look of inquisitiion. She watched as he lit the lamp and
candle, then knelt beside her. "I demand you let me go!" she said stubbornly. She kicked at him, hoping to land a nice and firm kick to him
candle, then knelt beside her. "I demand you let me go!" she said stubbornly. She kicked at him, hoping to land a nice and firm kick to him
Scott got a smack in the chest, but from her position it held little power. He swatted her leg away, "Listen here Princess, I am in a considerable position of power over you right now. You have no place at the moment to make any 'demands'. Just settle down, relax. We can have a nice chat, how does that sound?"
The Elven girl narrowed her eyes at him, pulling her legs close to her body to protect her delicate skin. She watched him carefully. "I don't want to 'chat,'" she practically spat out. "I want you to let me go, and go crawling back to the hole you came from." She still worked at pulling her wrists from the bindings. "What do you want with me anyways? You'll get the death penalty for this!"
Scott reached down with one of his large, muscle bound arms and held her face by the chin, "Listen, you have two options at this point. Be quiet, or I force you to be quiet, any way I see fit. I haven't slept with a woman in weeks, and I could use the company, with your consent or not, get it?" He thinly threated to rape the Princess.
Aurelia grunted as he roughly grabbed her by the chin. She narrowed her eyes at him, tempted to spit, but decided against it. Instead, she pulled her chin up and away, growling. "Are you quite done?" she asked bitterly. She wanted him to leave so that she could figure out something to do at least about her wrists, so that she could free herself to punch and claw.
"I'll just be over here," He said, pointing to his chair, "Do you want a chair to? Sorry to dump you on the ground, didn't have much time to get you all trussed up." He took his seat and watched her struggle. It was quite possible she'd break free. No problem. He'd get her down, then have some fun with her.
Aurelia shook her head. "I'm fine, thanks," she said. She didn't want him touching her in any way, shape, or form, and the floor gave her more of a chance to move. She kept going through spells her father had taught her, trying to work at her elven magic before she found a suitable spell. She curled her fingers on her bindings, and focused, and after a moment they frayed, falling off, with obvious burn marks. She kept her hands behind her back, hoping to lure him in close before she could try anything else. She hoped he hadn't noticed her bindings being removed.
Scott watched carefully, suspicious, as he always was, but unaware of what she had done. He didn't know the Princess knew any magic. He himself lacked any spell casting ability, but had numerous charms placed on him, making him almost impossible to attack magically, fireballs fizzled and ice bolts shattered just in is presence.
When he didn't move to stop her, Aurelia mentally patted herself on the back. She cotinued to struggle slightly, as if she were still bound. "Can't you at least untie me? I'd love to be able to move," she said. She watched him for any signs of trouble. "I don't appreciate being tied up and taken here against my will for who knows what."
Aurelia growled. She was getting annoyed with him. "Please let me go," she said. "I am the princess, and I demand that you take these shackles off my ankles, even if you leave my wrists tied." She didn't think that her demand made much sense, but she wanted to be able to move. "I don't understand why you are keeping me here," she said. "If it was your intention to kill me, you would have done so in the abandoned cottage. So why did you take me?"
"I was hired," He told her, "And I was told not to kill you. I was also told I could beat you, rape you, and starve you, but not kill. I'm willing to play nice if you are, mmkay? If you're good, then we're good, if you're bad, then I think I'll just have to take my employer up on his offer and go ahead and enjoy having a princess as a punching back and sex toy.