The door was thrown open with tremendous force, swinging open wide to let its master enter the room. Standing in the darkness of the hallways was the Man in Black. He took one step into the room and then stopped, as if sizing her up. A slight smirk crossed his face. Then he started to walk to her.
She was frozen in place, mouth opened wide. It wasn't her knight; it was the man in black.
She couldn't move at first, until he started to walk towards her. Then she took a step back, and then another, and then turned as if she was going to run but only ran a few steps in her high heels, realizing she had no where to go. Her heart jumped into her throat. Finally, the Man in Black spoke.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said softly with a deep voice. She hadn't heard him speak until now. His voice was stern, but not as frightening as she thought it would be. Still, his words seemed to hold her entire body motionless. Moving up to her, he took her arm gently from behind. The heart of the princess seemed to stop, as if frozen in time. She knew deep down it wasn't her knight in shining armor, but wondered if it wasn't too late to be rescued before any harm befell her. But, she thought to herself deep down, she should have been more disappointed her knight didn't arrive to protect her. In fact, part of her was not afraid of this Man in Black. Maybe it was because she was expecting the worst -- for him to come through those doors. Maybe it was because she slowly became used to her prison tower. Maybe it was even because she believed she deserved this punishment since she was so heartless to her people. She did not know. But the moment the man's hand touched her arm just above her elbow, goosebumps shivered throughout her entire body. She weakly tried to pull away, but the mans grip became more firm. Not hurting her, but firm.
"Whh..why did you come back? Am I free to go?" she asked weakly.
For a moment he said nothing. Then he spoke, "There were some...complications. You won't be going anywhere just yet."
She wondered what he meant by that. He quickly spun her around, holding her shoulders. Gasping for air, inhaling sharply, the first thing she saw was his eyes. His deep, beautiful, blue eyes. They seemed to stare deep down insider her, piercing her soul. She was taken back by him, and felt as if a sledgehammer had hit her in her chest -- or her very soul. His eyes were soft, not hard and callous like she thought they would be. She felt weak in his arms. For a moment her eyes broke his only to look towards the door, feebly wondering if her knight would come. But then she looked back, unable to resist his eyes. For the first time, her fear slowly started to fade. And also, for the first time, she could see his hard face soften as he looked back. As a princess, if she knew one thing, it was the look of passion from a man staring at her. For that moment, which probably was only a few seconds, it seemed to feel like an eternity.
His hands, still on her shoulders, relaxed. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, but wasn't about to tell her that. "My princess," he started with a deep voice, as she shivered just by the way he said those two little words, "Come this way." Taking his left hand off her shoulder and with his right hand sliding down to her wrist, he gently escorted her over to the canopy bed in the middle of the room. While he was gentle, he was also forceful and guided her with no question that she was to follow. She followed the man, taking long strides as her legs slipped through the slit of her light purple gown. His hand slipped from her wrist to her fingers, intertwining his fingers with hers.
She suddenly realized from her previous feelings that it was him she was waiting for, and him she wanted to return. It sounded completely silly, falling for her captor, but she didn't want any knight; she wanted him. That feeling of freedom she craved was deceiving; she wasn't wanting to stay here because she felt guilty about what she had done before, or because she felt like she deserved it, or because she was used to this place. It was because she was waiting for the man in black to return. She had such an awe for him, and the moment his fingers intertwined with hers, everything became clear as if a spark of electricity shot throughout her body.
She wasn't frightened of him -- not completely anyway. She was enamored with him. She was entranced with him. Hypnotised. As he led her to the bed, he gently sat her down. Her look was now different, the way she looked at him. And, for the first time, he was caught off guard.
His return look was one of surprise, seeing how calm she was. He knew she was still a bit submissive to him, but now it was her eyes that were different. Her blue eyes seemed to show a compassion and an understanding to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her tender and affectionate look at him slowly turned into a smile; just a slight smile. Just knowing she knocked him off of his game for a second was enough to make her more comfortable with him, and enough to make her slowly start to trust him. She didn't know why she was here, but at this moment she didn't care.
He finally spoke after a few seconds, trying to regain his composure. "Princess, things are changing. I will not explain details, but you will do as I tell you. Do you understand?"
The princess nodded. She felt herself slipping away again to him; his mere words was enough to melt her soul. No one had ever had such power over her before.
"Lay down on the bed, on your back." Taking the initiative as he spoke, he took her by her hips and shifted her to the center of the bed. Nervously, she complied with his request. Trying to act like the princess she was, she gently straightened out her night gown, brushing downwards, and slowly started to lay down on the bed. "Arms above your head," he commanded.
She obeyed faithfully, though she was shaking nervously. The man in black walked to the head of the bed behind her field of vision. She heard him do something and heard a metal *click*. She then heard the sound of a chain rattling. Looking over her left shoulder, she saw that there was a secret compartment in the black metal bedpost that held a long chain ending in shackles. Her breathing increased dramatically as she realized what was going on. The man pulled the chain a bit longer and went to take her arm. He heard her whimper softly, pulling her arm away. Gently taking his hand and placing it upon her head, he whispered "Ssshhhh...I promised I won't hurt you, remember?" He stroked her golden locks of hair, and he felt her body relax once more. She offered her wrist to him. He gently took it, coaxing the princess, and put it in the steel shackles. He then pushed a button which made the chain retract a little, ensuring her arm was well above her head.
The man in black walked around to the other side of the headboard and did the same thing. The arms of the princess were both shackled. Moving down to the foot board of the canopy bed, his fingers ran down from her beautiful golden hair, down her cheek, and lightly ran his fingernails down her chest to just between her supple breasts. A soft sigh (or perhaps a quick squeal) escaped her lips as she arched her back, as if she had never been touched there in her life until now. She tossed her head back, unable to fully comprehend the entire situation. But as he walked down to her feet, she opened her eyes and looked at him passionately. He stole a glance at her, returning her passionate look -- but looking a bit more cocky than she was. Almost smiling, but still grasping for air as her body still tingled from his touch, she did something a princess should never do. She subtly spread open her legs, as her short purple gown fell to the side of her thighs.
