The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(54)

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I had fallen asleep almost instantly when Prince had tucked me into bed. I had no idea where he had slept. Looking toward the cot on the other side of the bed, I couldn’t tell. It was still made. Had he slept with me in the same bed as I did?

“Today isn’t going to be easy,” he said softly. Again, he looked pained. “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat before we go to the auditorium?”

I shook my head. My stomach instantly constricted with the thought of what Maleficent would do. “Thank you, but no.”

“Never thank me,” he said harshly.

“Why?” Was he returning to the monster who threw me to the ground after my spanking and then urinated on me?

“I don’t deserve it.” He stood up and walked to a collar and chain that rested on the table. “Go use the bathroom and then come out here. We are all supposed to be in the auditorium soon. I have to put this on you. Maleficent likes his beauties to be his little pets.” He said the last sentence with such disgust.

I did as he asked and returned to the room and stood before him. I was still naked, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. It was quite clear I would never wear clothes again. The sooner I got used to that, the better. This was my new life. Acceptance was my only hope of not completely losing my mind.

Prince didn’t say anything but simply snapped the metal around my neck. He grabbed the handle of the chain that hung from the collar and led me out of the room.

I could hear screams and cries as we walked down the hallway. Some other trainers and their slaves exited their rooms. Some of the slaves were able to walk as I did, and others had to crawl on their already destroyed hands and knees. I saw bloody lash marks on some women, battered faces, and bruises up and down their bodies. Comparing myself to them, I realized that my evening was nowhere as bad as theirs had been.

“You did not beat me last night,” I whispered as we walked. “Other trainers beat their slaves.”

He nodded but stared ahead.

“You aren’t like them,” I said again. I had no idea why I would risk saying something that could force him to cause me bodily harm just to prove that he was indeed just as much the devil as any man on this compound, but I did.

He nodded again. “There was a time I would have agreed.”

“You hate this as much as I. So why?” I asked again, pushing him to see that there was indeed a light present.

Was it thinking hopefully? We were all taught to never hope, but I think I was doing it anyway. Maybe, just maybe, Prince didn’t want this. Maybe there was a chance I could do the unspeakable and escape this place.

“The hatred for this place has morphed into a darkness in my blood. It is who I am.”

“But—”

“Silence!” he snapped. “Focus on keeping yourself alive today. Maleficent will not hesitate to kill you. He doesn’t mind having sleeping beauties cast all around him. Don’t make him put you into a sleep you will never wake from.”



Prince

What the fuck was going on? I was a bastard, no doubt about that… but I stopped. She was right. I didn’t beat her. I didn’t fuck her. I should have. I fucking should have!

But something stopped me.

Her eyes. Her voice. Her pain.

My memories of a man I once was… but no longer could hold on to.

I had wanted to see the fear so goddamn badly that when I finally did, all I wanted to do was protect her. I wanted to do nothing more than to hold her, kiss her, tell her she was safe, and I wouldn’t let anyone harm her. But I couldn’t. That wasn’t the world we lived in. There was nothing I could do. I was just as helpless as she was.

Last night had fucked with my head. She was supposed to sleep on the floor, shackled like an animal. I had no idea why I tucked her into bed like a sweet little princess. Hell, it took all my might not to kiss her forehead and wish her sweet dreams. What was next? Would I read her a goddamn fairytale?

But as we walked into the auditorium, the fucking of my brain only got worse. I knew what Maleficent was going to do. He always did. This was his favorite way to scare all the women at once and show them what an asshole he truly was.

A nice and tidy row of dildos sat lined up on a bench. I knew they were all bolted down since I had helped make the piece of shit contraption. Each girl would be required to sit down, force that large fake cock up her ass, and sit like that for the rest of the day. They would be forced to watch others get tortured and even killed. The sick ruler loved this so much, and he would laugh maniacally the entire time.

My stomach coiled.

I looked at Briar and could see that she knew what that bench of plastic dicks was for. She knew and yet she kept walking forward. She didn’t scream. She didn’t try to flee. She didn’t look at me and beg for help. No. Not Briar.

She only marched forward to accept her fucked up fate.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hating that I was so damn weak. Where was the man I had once been? Where was the young soldier determined to kill Maleficent? Where the hell was he?

As we approached the bench, she looked up at me. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. “Am I to sit on this?”

I nodded.

Others entered the room, and the cries and screams began. Trainers began forcing their slaves onto the bench. Howls of pain bounced off the walls and threatened to shatter the glass windows.