Fionna : The Enslaved Princess

"Get in, you slut!!" The guard fiercely threw Fionna into the dungeon cell without a single doubt of her making a comeback in which he, in the same manner, was already prepared for.

Fionna quickly got up, not minding the pains from hitting the old but hard castle walls and charged towards the guard.

As soon as she got there, he had slammed the cell shut to her face which had latched and deadlocked by itself then spat on her "The likes of you are not welcomed in our kingdom"

Ignoring the thick, opalescent fluid that contained more of mucus than water, she quickly gathered up hers and spat back at him "Well, the likes of you are not welcomed in any woman's chamber!"

The guard quickly wiped it off "Not if it is a chamber like yours" and mocked profusely at her "You're lucky I didn't put the cuffs on you"

Fionna had noticed the two cuffs hanging lifelessly on the wall immediately she got pushed in

Was she to be thankful?

"I'm not surprised..."

Her words in every single way was as a way of provoking the guard. And her, not being surprised simply meant he couldn't handle a woman.

Right now, his nerves were skyrocketing. The guard managed to restrain himself, ignored her then went his way...

"We've captured one more of a Driderian" The guard that had been with Fionna spoke in obeisance to the Queen. "A rather hostile one" he mumbled.

Now, there are, in this story two kingdoms - Drider and Belmoth- in constant seeking of death and power against one another and, other kingdoms called out for the auctioning.

But obviously, not any kind of person is sought out, he or she or whatever they may be decided to be called must be of the highest caliber, well known and trusted not to issue out any of their secret auctioning locations...

Queen Estella was stunningly beautiful, no doubt about it but she possessed a dark presence. Her brown eyes which pierced into any liars soul, slender figure which bore only dark flowing gowns and what more, a husband treated as a slave within the castle walls... This was, for no other reason, to show he harnessed no authority before her.

Moreover, only the wicked that rules a kingdom would give an order such as capturing any one from the Drider kingdom and trading them out as slaves...

"Excellent work!!" she praised. If written in a letter, one would actually believe she was pleased. However, her tone, at this moment, was very unsatisfying.

The Queen rose up and with her black dress sweeping the floor, she was escorted outside the castle.

Both the Queen and the guard had peacefully walked their way deep into the beautiful garden.

Anyone who finds himself here would consider himself a gentleman or poet, the guard thought... Nature in her humble brilliance.

Everything about it was captivating, from it's sight to it's smell.

He had no clue of any flower's name as he continuously beheld it's beauty and even if he did, it was probably just heard from someone.

This feeling that always generated here, amidst his stance, was errupted as he realised who had been beside him all this while.

It makes her happy, but he always wondered why. It was very much worrisome to him whenever he saw this ironic sight.

"What now, my Queen" he grew impatient of just following her around without a new order or command to follow.

"Bring Fortes here, he shall price each and every captured Driderian and bid them as soon as possible" she now looked at the guard and smiled.

She was evil, everyone, Including herself, knew. Anything to get away from her he will gladly do, telling himself. But he hadn't been excused...

"You and your men have done great work over the years... Their numbers have gravely reduced and it will be easy to strike and take over every man, woman, child and cattle they own" she made her right hand into a fist and the left was pounded very hard, it looked like it hurt.

From excitement, she took a moment to capture both herself and her breath "All I am trying to say" she looked back at him and smiled modestly "Keep up the good work"

Immediately after being excused, the guard had gone in search of Fortes, the conductor of every auction.

On arriving, the guard had met Fortes slouching off "Get up Fortes!" vigorously shaking him "the Queen bids your presence"

He fell off out of shock and the struggle that had been accompanied with his laziness.

The guard escorted him to the chambers where every Driderian had secretly been captured and held.

The auction was with an agreement of a new identity, both name and birthplace, in order to be free.

But that is, only from the dungeon.

A master might, since he is the one who paid for your service and body, choose to have the slave bound in chains till it pleases him or worst...

One may be unchained but tortured in several indespicable ways.

In the kingdom of Belmoth, they were mostly known for their sadism and hemophobic nature.

They lusted for both cries of little ones and blood spilled from the strong ones.

Notwithstansing, the old, which were the majority of bidders always went all in whenever it came to a young, beautiful girl. Their plans for them were numerous and... Dark

Fortes, a man in his mid fortys, had been the one who started these auctions. However, when the Queen found out, she told, not even her husband (not that it even mattered but with his poor treatment, might someday, rat the process out ) and decided the to-be slaves be brought into the castle walls and auctioned in a secret location.

She had paid him fairly but that wasn't the reason why he complied...for he cherished his life.

"She would make a fine maid" Fortes had been staring at the young blonde with a pale face and dried up tears still tempting to cry some more. "Sell from 500,000 Bels onward" he smirked as he foresaw the old groping to higher amounts and moved on.

The last of the captured Driderians was the Princess. Fortes who had a keen eye despite her unpleasant appearance recognised her right away.

"She would make a very fine price" Fortes held on tight to the bars as if he wanted to get closer to her.

"And here I thought she would just be abandoned here" the guard joked.

When it came to money, Fortes couldn't take a joke.

He aimlessly slapped the guard and yelled "Have ye no knowledge of who she is?!"

The guard who was still recovering from shock gave him an evil glare

"She is the princess" he said in awe and commenced counting her worth with his fingers.

"You must be mistaken, she must be a witch or a newly found specie of disrespectful ogre" the guard looked at the dirt-filled girl who had just been sitted and eyes watching them behind her ragged hair.

"Oh but I'm not. Start the bidding at a million Bels" Fortes,once more laid his eyes on her. All that money you would fetch me, he thought.

Fionna had no strength to stand up talk less of grabbing the bastard that spat on her... She had no interest in no one else. However, something else made her much more uncomfortable.

She was going to be sold to a stranger and so were the other Driderian citizens. If any information at all that she could get, once she broke free from this accursed hell, she would warn her kingdom.

"Water" she mumbled with little hopes of being tended to. "Need... water" she decided to use the last of her energy to cry out.

"Get her some water, you fool" Fortes, once more had laid hands on the guard."She must look fit to be fetched for a price that high"

The guard was this small to punching the annoyingly short guy that physically abused him,but the Queen commands him not to.

"Yes sir" turning around, he left muttering some curse words inaudible to Fortes.

Fionna saw this as an opportunity to get some info out "What are.." coughing out a dry one "You going to do..." then breathes heavily.

Hunger eclipsed her, no energy was left in her, even to call out for help, she would not be able to.

"Shush now, you would need to be kept alive in order to be fetched for a higher price than all those" he looked disgusted and his eyes traveled in each and every cell then landed on hers "minors"

"To whom?" she managed to blurt out but her eyes dimmed as she continously used up the little energy she had.

"The highest bidder of course" the man chuckled and clapped in an attempt to show how excited he is.

"I would-" Fionna had so badly wanted the last laugh.

"Say no more princess. It would kill you to find out the truth about your capture" Fortes had his back facing her "It shall be made known in the auction when you have at least had enough to eat and drink" he slowly walked away "And when I have my share, I would have no interest in whatsoever might have become your outcome" his last words were just to his hearing.

Fionna's vision worsened, the man standing a bit farther away from the prison cell was blur to her, and worst of all, she was unable to get any useful information.

And now she laid still, hearing her loud breathing and hoping it would all end soon.

The sound seems to get louder, she though unconsciously... What a dream.

"HEY PRINCESS!!!" he said in the most sarcastic tone ever while making contact with the rusted metallic bars.

Fionna's eyes slowly fixated on him, it was impossible to see but she heard a slapping sound on her cheek... She couldn't quite feel it, her body was giving up on her.

Meat? She smelled the greasy flavour combined with that of the dungeon's dead rats.

Slowly taking hold of the meat, she took a bite to be sure it was meat since her vision still had been blur.

Half cooked, she thought but it didn't matter now did it?? Turning her back, she munched away unconsciously making beastly sounds.

"A princess huh?" he laughed at what Fortes had classified her under. "A princess my arse" then splashed the water he had brought along with him all over her back.

Many had been killed in this dungeon by the sole guard in charge of their little food and water. Most atimes, he would just sit and watch them beg for more after, only once in days, been given.

But the pleasure he derived was none other but a way to make him feel like HE wasn't the slave in the castle walls - a mere castle guard-

Being ordered around by a woman... he was dissapointed of himself

The best part, he thought, was when they went on their knees and begged, wasting the last of their energy for something that never crossed the back of his mind... And in a way it turned him on.

In every capture, a young girl was sure to be in it, not only because they love adventure and are most atimes left alone, but because of their weak but expensive nature.

This, was in every way to his advantage.

At first, his turn on would be quenched by him alone getting it satisfied. Till one day, his mind kicked, he aggressively removed the wailing daughter of an old man who was at the brink of death and there and then did he torture her... Whilst the old guy watched and everyone else did too.

He felt like a god.