Eat from his hand, but make it obvious I don't want to.

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.

"Are you hungry or not?" He offered it again.

I looked at it for a moment. I was obviously starving, but refused to be fed like an animal. I looked away once more.

"Akira. Eat it."

I looked back at the cracker. I hesitated.

But I finally accepted it. I ate it out of his hand.

"There, not so hard." He held out another.

Too tired to protest, I ate that as well. He fed me two crackers at a time from there until his handful was gone.

"I know you can talk. Are you ever going to say anything? A 'thank you' would be nice."

I stared into his eyes with pure hatred.

"Alright. Fine." And he was gone. As soon as no one was watching, I ate the cracker that had fallen on the floor.

That night...I had another wet nightmare.

But it wasn't the guards who **** me, it was him.

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~ ~ ~

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The next day, he did the same thing, bringing more food than before. I hardly hesitated before eating out of his hand.

I awkwardly made eye contact with him as he fed me. He was watching me with a glint in his eyes, as if he were thinking up ten ways to fuck me right then and there.

When he returned the day after that, I eagerly scooched forward when I heard him coming. I even gave him a nod of thanks, not making eye contact.

"You're welcome," he replied to my nod. "The cage is done, so you'll be transferred to my chambers today. You get your own little bed."

I gave him another nod.

He waved the guards over and opened the cell door. "Hold still." He pulled a collar out of his pocket. "Don't give me that look."

I slouched, looking to the ground with tired eyes as the Prince snapped the collar around my neck.

He clipped a leash to it, making sure the locks were on so I couldn't run off or attack. "Let me know if you need help on the stairs."

Surrounded by guards who had their spears pointed at me, the Prince led me up the winding stairs out of the dungeon as I tried to cover my breasts.

A few floors into it I passed out.

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~ ~ ~

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I was only out for a few minutes. I woke up as the Prince set me on the floor from carrying me over his shoulder. "You good?"

He saw me when I wasn't covering myself. I immediately squirmed away, red with shame.

"What, did you want me to leave you on the steps with the guards?"

I shook my head.

"That's what I thought."

I swallowed, and tried to shake off the embarrassment so I could observe my new situation.

The first thing that caught my eye was the window. It was barred off, but I could see the sunset. It was beautiful.

After a few moments, I tore my eyes off the window and looked around at his chambers. There was fancy carpet and silk drapes-- red with gold embroidery. His walls were intricately painted, and the room itself was massive. A king-size bed was on the left, and on the far right corner was a circular cell. It was surrounded by metal bars, and had a bed built into the wall on one side. It opened like a bird cage, had a lock on it, and had a few silver chains dangling down on the inside.

The cage was in the only corner that the light coming from the window didn't reach. That night, the moon wouldn't reach it either.

"There's some soup and chicken in there for you," the Prince said.

He was right, a platter of food and several cups of water were waiting on a tray on the bed.

"In," he ordered.

I was more than happy to get in the cage, where I grabbed a blanket to finally give myself some coverage after so long of having my body on display for all to see.

He closed and locked my cell once I was in it, and sat on his bed.

"You need a bath. Like, bad."

I shot him a glare.

"You know it's true. Alright, so you'll get two meals a day, but we can't give you too big of portions, because you're a killing machine."

I ignored him, eating my food, perched on my bed. I was only a foot shorter than the Prince, but I felt much smaller inside the cage.

"The handmaidens are too scared to give you a bath, so I'll be the one supervising it."

At first, I froze, scared of the thought. But..he's already seen me. And he hasn't tried to touch me yet...maybe I don't need to be afraid of him that way.

I was still busy eating, trying to pace myself. I can't eat too fast after starving for so long... I glanced at the lock on my cage. It wouldn't be too hard to break.

"I figure you'll break out eventually, so I really just have to hope you don't kill me," he said, voicing my thoughts.