From Prisoner to Princess

"Hush little one, they will hear you." A women says holding the princess in her arms as she makes her way carefully down the hidden stairs.

The sounds of swords clashing could be heard and screams from the fearful vibrated the air. The little princess quieted down, hiding her face in her maids clothes.

"Just a little further and we will be free." The maid whispers. The fresh air is the first thing that rushes at the two, a horse already saddled and ready to go waiting jut by the edge of the trees. A man in armour sits on it with a young boy in his lap. It was old fashion but easier to get away unnoticed in this high tech world.

"Take the princess to safety." Was the last words the maid says, placing a necklace, the charm a blur in the the dark night, around the toddler's neck before handing her to the man.

They say a silent good bye before the reins are flicked and the sounds of hooves can be heard, the castle fading into the distance.

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The girl jolts awake in a cold sweat, her cell freezing in the winter night. She shivered and wrapped the thin blanket around herself. It was hours before dawn and the memory of the dream faded to blackness in her memory. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't bring it back.

Sighing, the girl layed back down and closed her eyes, trying to fall back to sleep before the day had to start.

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The monitor on the screen buzzed. After thirteen years of searching, they had finally found her.

Who would have thought it would be in prison.

"Get up girly, its time for fun." The guard says, banging on the bars to my cell. I shiver from the cold air, watching my warm breath becom fog.

This was my new life until I was deemed 'suitable' for society. I was in the prison made for those who don't help benifit the kingdom of Zalaris. They arrest those who do petty crime and bring them here for 'rehabilitation' if thats what you can call their torture.

There were different levels of 'rehab', if you were a prostitut, the guards all line up and rape you until you beg for it to stop. Then a lady from the palace and trains -more like brain washes- them and they leave looking like a lady in waiting. I am just glad I decided to steal and not sell my body.

Thieves were taken to the mines each day to work. It was supposed to teach them that hard work and dedication was a better way then taking what you wanted.

The easiest way I can explain how I got in this shit hole would be by telling you.

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I race across the street, heading to the allyways that would take me to my hide out and to safety.

"Stop in the name of the Crown!" It was the police. So much for my luck.

I dodge the cars and bikes that drive by me, my bag slowing me down with the weight of the food inside. But I needed it if I wanted to survive the winter.

I smile triumphantly as I enter the dark ally, knowing the backways like it was a part of my body, and the truth is that they were. I had grown up in the slums since I was six. I didn't know much about my past, but it was something I couldn't remember anyways.

I keep running, taking the shortcuts of crumbled walls until I see it, the run down shack I call a home.

It just looks like a run down piece of shit but I had done some work on it since finding it three years ago. The place was sturdy and warm and where I lie low after a good week of stealing.

I stop just in the shadows and look around, making sure no police were around befor bolting to the back door and running inside.

I was safe now.

I smiled and started sorting my haul, puting the food away and taking out the money and jewels, removing the loose tile and stashing it all in the tin cookie box. I replace the tile, and make sure its on tight before taking off my jacket.

I smile and grab some food, starved from not eating lunch, sitting on the comfortable couch and turning on the DVD player, putting on a black and white movie fron nineteen sixties I believe, taking my time to eat.

Half way through the movie, the power turned off and I cursed, getting up and going out side where the breaker was, knowing that storms are problematic this time of year.

But I froze when I saw that some one had cut the main line, turning around and getting ready to bolt when I was tackled and pinned under a policeman, my hands held strongly behind my back while one of his kept me in place, the other groped me none to nicely

The next thing I knew I was in this prisson and dressed in a pair of black booty shorts and a hot pink sports bra.

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Thats how I got in this hell hole, presoner #2154. Slowly I exit my cell, falling into the line up of girls as we make our way down to the common area. I was the last in the line and could clearly see the hobble from the girls who used to be prostitutes. Some time last night their screams had died down and I was able to fall asleep, but I still winced at their site.

The way they were broken and beaten was cruel. I was just glad that I hadn't ended up like them. It took me a moment to realise that the line was smaller, and I counted the girls left. Five of the girls were gone, and guess what, they were sluts working the corner. I know they are in the plush room being brain washed and eating amazing mouth watering food.

I sigh, and rub my tired eyes. Two month here and my sleep was freeken horrible. At least the food here was great, not better then the food served in the plush room, but better then gruel.

I smile. The cooks here had become my friends, especially the head chef, as he had always given me a little extra and a lot of sweets.

Slowly the line enters the common area and I sigh at the smell of food and the warmth of the room.

I quickly grab a tray and join the growing food line up, waiting for my turn.

"Thanks Artie." I say, smiling at Aurther the head chef, although everyone knew him as Artie. I smiled as took the finaly plate that was given to me, my necklace catching the light.

"You better hide that or some one will try to steal it." Artie says, motioning to the simple charm. It had a baby picture of me in it and was the only clue to my past with an insignia on the inside of the locket.

I tuck it under my 'shirt', thats what the guards say the sports bra was, and sighed.

You would think that girls would guard the female prisoners but nope, every one who worked here were guys. It made it hard to shower and sleep.

I smile at the kitchen staff one last time after taking my drink, a large bottle of water, and head to the corner table. It was the farthest spot from everyone and the quietest. It also gave me an advantage point of seeing the whole room.

As I started my meal, I counted the number of new faces. Ten. Thats how many there were. You could tell the new girls by those who have been here for a while. They had a scared look to them, jumping at every sound.

They were the easiest to tease and the easiest for the guards to get at.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, three more months and I would be out of here if I stay on my best behavior.

"Hey bitch I like that necklace I saw earlier." Came a voice in front of me.

The room went silent.

It was like the first day here.

Slowly I open my eyes and look at the curly haired red head. "Prostitute" my mind registered, taking in her look and pose.

"The last girl who said that to me ended up in the hospital wing" and I ended up in isolation for a week. The last part I said in my head, giving the girl my meanest glare.

The girl had two friends beside her. The first was a platinum blond, the second a bleach blonde. I dub thee dumb and dumber I thought, smirking.

"Whats so funny?" Dumb said, leaning closer.

"Maybe she is a little slow." Dumber answered. Red just stood there, hands on her hips looking all high and mighty.

"I don't care, I just want that damned necklace."

The three reached for me, and with quick movements, I flip the table, hearing three loud crunches as it clearly breaks their nose. I stand and do a few flips, getting into a fighting stance as the girls howl with pain, blood and the rest of my food covering them.

I felt something hit my foot, about to kick it at them when I noticed that it was my water bottle, and I picked it up, chugging what was left and throwing it at Red.

"Can't say I didn't warn you." I shrug nonchalantly and put my hands up. I knew the guards were behind me and it wasn't worth fighting them. I already had my fun.

I feel one of my arms being yanked behind my back painfully, taking everything in me not to cry out in pain.

"Move you slut" came an order. So I moved, leading the guy to solitary confinement andntrying to keep my arm in its socket.

I knew the way pretty well already after two month. There was this routine that always seem to hapen...

Week one- Solitary confinement

Week two- Normal privlages

Week three- solitary confinement

..And so on till now, week nine, solitary confinement.

Today was different though. Only the guard behind me was taking me there.

My stomach started churning and halfway to the s.c room I was pushed hard against the wall, the guard pressed against me and the clear evidence of an erection pressed against my back side.

"You wanna act like a tough girl, now lets see how tough you are against me." I felt his free hand move around to grope my breasts and I tried so hard to wiggle around, get him off balance, that only made him grind against me and his errection harder, his hands tweaking my nipples.

I knew that he out weighed me in muscle and it was hopeless to fight now.

Silent tears streamed down my face and my shoulders shook from the quiet sobs as I tryed to stay strong. I was still a virgin and if this continued, my first time would be me getting raped.

"UNHAND HER AT ONCE!"