Trapped in a dungeon. For how long? Don’t know. Twelve years possibly? When will the king come down? For his… time of enjoyment. You’ve always hated it.

Is that the door opening? Is the king coming down.. I can’t see. Everything is blurry. ———————————————————— How long has it been since I’ve seen her. My body guard. Twelve years? It’s not her fault I was kidnapped. I was reckless. How could I blame her?

But I was told that she’s down here. In the dungeon. For what reason, my beloved?

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I walked down the dark, damp steps of the dungeon. Each step echoing in time with the droplets of water, falling from past the ceiling.

As I approached the hanging girl on the wall, I recognized her immediately. I ended up only a few steps away from my entire world, tied in chains. And I held up her chin, leaning in. Would I kiss her? Could I do it?

“Would you wake now my dear? You have things to do,” no. Not now. Not while she can barely recognize me. Not while she’s too weak to stop me.