(This is sort of an adaptation of rapunzle)

It was long ago, during medieval times. You were just a young girl. 14. Your whole life you had been stuck in a small cottage in the woods, and hair your father and mother never let you cut. Your hair was painfully long. Over 12 feet of curls. They loved your hair- you practically were your hair.

Your mother and father told you that you three were the only people left in the world, and you were hidden from monsters, so you could never leave the cottage. You believed then, until one day, a man found the cottage.

You were utterly terrified that day when you were in the front yard, picking flowers when a man in fancy clothes and a crown came along, you of course screamed and ran away. He followed desperately and explained he was a prince. A prince just like in the story books.

Before you knew it this prince was coming to see you nearly everyday when your parents were away, telling you more and more about the outside world. You were falling in love.

Currently, you were in your bed with the prince. Both of you were nude. Something just happened. You didn’t know what, but he smothered you and caused you to bleed down there. It hurt, and yet it seemed good to him. He held you to his chest, petting your head as you slowed your crying.