Chapter 17

"You will not speak to me like that." The man spoke as he backhanded Jaysa as hard as he could. A red mark formed on the teenagers face.

"Jaysa!" She heard someone call out to her.

Was that Erica? Jaysa thought to herself. The man ignored the sobs and pleas from the other woman and continued his plan.

"I will teach you what being a woman is." The man grabbed the top part of Jaysa dress and ripped it. The cloth she wore underneath were torn as well. The fabric was worn out that it didn't resist much, which made the man happy he didn't have to use much strength. Jaysa's breasts were in full view of her attacker.

"Stop you pig!" She yelled and tried to punch the man and his face, but ended up scratching it instead.

"You bitch! You fuckin' bitch!" The man touched his cheek that had trickle of blood oozing out of the small cut on his face. He brought his fingers in his view to verify that it was blood. Anger featured on his face. He backhanded Jaysa a second time. He was going to be gentle, but things have changed. He roughly grabbed her breast making her scream in pain. While her mind was set on the pain, the man pulled apart her legs without resistance. The man pulled up the girls' dress and ripped the clothes she wore underneath. His member was now free and ready for the sobbing woman. He moved into a position to ram it inside the girl. She felt his tip rub against her opening. She was going to be raped, rape by this nasty ass, smelly, shitty, disgusting man. No one was going to help her. She tried to push against him, get him out of her grasp, but he was so strong. She felt so weak and helpless. Jaysa felt the tip pushing a side her. She began to cry.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A loud furious voice echoed to the dungeon. The man froze. Jaysa sighed in relief. The man stopped his assault, but she wanted to know who scared him this bad. She moved her head around the male's body to find a man in expensive bright robes. His cold ice blue eyes stared at the two.

"He must be…" Jaysa whispered to herself. The guard pulled away from the teenager and tried to put away his shaft before turning to face the man that stood behind him. "It's really him." Jaysa looked at the man as he stood straight and proud. Jaysa was unable to tear her eyes and away from him. He was so handsome. No, he's a asshole, a prick, but cute. The Prince had short brown hair that was well groomed and styled perfectly. He was about 6 foot, maybe even taller. She could tell that he was skinny maybe even muscular under the robes that he wore, but she wasn't sure.

"Your Majesty." The man started. "This woman was calling you horrific names. I can't stand by and –"

"That's enough! Be quiet!" the Prince spoke coldly. He looked at the man as he hushed up and glanced over to Jaysa. He stared at her and she was unsure to why. That's when she remembered her breasts were in full view. She blushed furiously. She grabbed the torn cloths used to push down her breasts, to cover them. Jaysa slowly got up onto her feet. The Prince looked her up and down a few times before walking away. Anger built up inside her again. Ever since she's gotten here, anger was the only emotions that she had. She ran out of the cell and turned to the Prince's direction and yelled,

"What the hell? That's it?" The Prince stopped in his tracks. He turned around and headed his way back to Jaysa. He's kept his distance but still close enough to see her face clearly.

"What did you say?" The Prince hissed. Jaysa slowly walked closer to the Prince not caring about personal space.

"That man was trying to force himself on me and all you did was walk away ignoring the situation. That is a bunch of bullshit. What kind of King to be are you?" The man glared at the young girl who stood in front of him. He was pissed that this girl would even think about talking to him in this manner. He clutched his hands and yelled.

"What did you say to me?"

"What? You didn't hear me? Are you going deaf?" Jaysa spat at the Prince.

"Slave? How could you –" Jack stopped speaking when the Prince held up his hand. The Prince spoke to the girl.

"You do realize you are speaking to the future King, do you not?" A laugh was heard from the female's mouth. She looked at the man and spoke back.

"The way you will run it, there won't be a future." Jaysa hissed the last part out.

"How dare you? You and your insolent comments. How dare you speak to me like that?" He shouted.

"What! Are you used to having people kissing your ass that no one would dare to talk to you like this?" The Prince was silent. Many people did bow down to him, but there was one person that did the opposite. That person...

"No, I have not. But it's not every day that a woman would dare speak to me, knowing full well it could be their last." The first part he spoke was a lie, but the second part was fact.

Jaysa knew the last part she knew was true. If the Prince wanted to, he could have her hung for even opening her mouth. The Prince looked at Jaysa as she glared at him. Her eyes were burning into his. Is she…? Could she possibly be…? The Prince thought to himself. He had seen those eyes before. Back when he was young.

"Defy!" Jaysa spat, breaking the Prince's thoughts. "You treat us women like sex slaves. Something you could use and dispose as you please. We are people too!" The Prince stayed silent. He heard a familiar speech like this before.

"You are something." He laughed. "Are you trying to tell me that you are better than a man?" The Prince mocked her. If this was the same girl, he wanted proof. Proof that he had found what he was waiting for the past three years.