Page 3 of Dark Prince

?Chapter Three

?Cordelia

Fuck, I think I dranktoo much last night, my head is throbbing. I stretch out on my bed, yawning and my god I needed that stretch. There is almost nothing as great as a good stretch. Rolling over to my side, I reach for my phone, only to find that I am in fact, not in my bed. I sit up, throwing the blanket off me and start panicking.

Who’s fucking room is this? The walls are blood red with black crown molding, the bed is large, almost too large and the sheets are black. Whipping my head around, I see that I’m alone. Thankfully. When I move my leg, I feel something on my ankle. Heavy and cold. I push the blanket the rest of the way off, pulling my leg up to find a fucking chain wrapped around my ankle.

I’m chained to the fucking bed?

I climb out of the bed, the floor is so cold, forcing me to hiss and bounce on my toes a second, at least until the cold metal bites into my ankle stopping me. A memory smacks me right in my frontal lobe, knocking my ass back to the bed. Axel mother-fucking Mazitti choked me out.

“Axel! You fucking cockwomble!”

“Little deer, little deer,” He tsks, his voice booming over a loudspeaker in the room. “It’s time to play, little deer.”

“Fuck you.” I search the room for a camera, but I don’t find one, fucking dickbag.

“Oh, I will, but first, find the key to your chains and come find me.”

The key? He left me a key?

I look around the room in the obvious spots, pushing things off the dresser and tables. “What’s on the other side of the door?” I ask, hoping he’s feeling a little forthcoming with his plan. While I look for the key, I also try to find anything that will work as a weapon. I’m not sure he realizes who he’s caught in his little honey trap, but this little deer is about to show him exactly who the fuck I am.

“There’s nothing in there that you can use as a weapon.” He replies as I grab what looks like a letter opener. Only when I tried to touch the tip, it bent. Fucking rubber.

“Are you scared I might hurt you?” I ask, throwing the useless letter opener to the ground. I’m going to fucking kill him, slowly, and then I’ll send his fucking parents his goddamn body back in pieces.

I spot my heels in the corner of the room and smile. Dumbass cocky fucker. The deadliest thing I’ve ever wielded are those fucking shoes. The six inch stilettos are more deadly than a knife. The heels can penetrate soft tissue easily, especially after I filed them to a point and put a rubber end to keep from scratching the floor. Walking around the edge of the bed, my ankle catches just before I can get to the heels and a laugh rumbles through the room.

“You didn’t think I’d let you have those, did you?” Axel’s laugh continues, echoing around me, driving me further into my anger. I’m going to pluck his eyes out first, oh, wait, I’ll cut his dick off and make him watch, then I’ll take his eyes.

Right then, I see the key, hanging in the window sill, above my heels, where I can’t fucking reach. I’m going to enjoy cutting him up into tiny little pieces, maybe I’ll dance on his grave after.

“Little deer, little deer.”

I snap my head around, spotting a speaker and I really want to fucking break that. I’m so fucking mad that my body feels like it’s vibrating. Maybe I’ll rip his vocal cords out first. There’s so many things I could do to him, all of which make my mouth water.

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