Chapter 8

"I always thought you were a little bitch, now my suspicions are confirmed." I sneer at James as his smirk falls off his face. That's right, I can verbally abuse you too.

"At least I'm not a slut who opens my legs for all three brothers," he hisses in return

"Well that makes two of us, now kindly get your sorry excuse for an ass out of here before I beat it to a pulp again." My eyes stray to something hanging on his belt, what the hell? Are those handcuffs? Now I know that he is a sadistic prick, I have all the confirmation I need.

Then I hear a scuffle for the change rooms, there is a grunt and Vincent drags out an unconscious looking Damian who has a trickle of blood dripping down his forehead whilst Knight drags out a frail looking Tommy who seems to be on the verge of tears, those bastards. I'm disspointed at Knight and angry at James my anger levels are beginning to grow "Now, what's gonna happen here is you are gonna come forward with your arms up and take these cuffs from my belt and put them on, or Jason will be the new chef at the pub." James snickers as Vincent presses a blade to unconscious Damian's throat. I swear if they hurt him anymore ethen they already have they won't live to see to it.

I can't risk Damian, he's basically like a brother to me. I walk forward and unclip the cuffs from his belt. "You're a pig and I'll get you for this." I mutter in his ear as I clip in the handcuffs. "Happy now you bastards, I bet you got Damian with a cheap shot." I say glaring at Vincent. "And you, I can't even look at you." I say looking at Knight with disappointment shining through my eyes, even though he looks like he wishes he were dead instead of where he is right now. He may not want to do what he is doing but that still doesn't excuse him, but I guess I'll let Tommy make that call.

Vincent drops Damian to the floor making sure to grab Tommy from Knight as leverage, Tommy is still looking like he is on the verge of tears and I want to do nothing more than wrap him up in my arms. "Now, we're taking the girl, you can stay here to tend to your brother, he may have a bit of a concussion," he says with a snicker. " We'll deliver Tommy to the pub, you try to follow us, he dies. He has no real use to us. You on the other hand." He reaches out to try and stroke my cheek and I nearly bite his hand but he withdraws it quick enough throwing a glare in my direction. That's rught, this rose has thorns buddy. "Fire slifers are rare, you'll fetch a pretty price form the king of Safire realm, that I'm certain of. Prince Cornelius always did love exotic playthings." I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me.

He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fire to sprout from my fingertips.

"Giving an untrained fire slifer to the king, wise. He'll thank you when I burn his castle to the ground." I say smirking triumphantly at James.

"You see darling, the king wants power and you have a great amount, I'm sure he'll keep Jason, Tommy and Damian as leverage if necessary to harness your power, I'll be sure to let him know how much they mean to you." He says, smirking. Before I can respond a dirty rag is thrust into my mouth whilst a bag is thrown over my head I try not to inhale but enventually I run out of breath. This cannot be good. Then I feel a sharp pain in my left shoulder and the lights begin to fade as my eyelids grow heavy.

I wake up to a weird motion, it appears I'm on the back of horse, my hand are still in the cuffs but now my feet are also bound and the gag is still firmly wedged into my mouth, tide around the back of my head to get rid of any hope I had of spitting it out. "I see the slut is awake," Vincent's voice floats from behind me. Dammit they are both here which makes things harder. "We've almost arrived at the palace where you'll be our little peace offering." James adds from his spot leading the horse in a cocky voice. Was that their plan this whole time, kidnap me and sell me to the king?

After a while the gentle rocking of the horse sends me to sleep again.

A women and a child are walking in the streets, not just any women, that looks like my mother which means that child has to be me,

"Remember darling," my mother warns, you mustn't tell people that you're a fire slifer, people will want to use your power for evil, you don't want to be a bad guy now do you?"

"No mommy." I reply, at least I think that's me, I'm only watching this from a third person's perspective but it looks like a 7 year old me. 

The continue to walk down the path as the picture fades 

 I'm woken to being lifted down from the horse, I manage to land a swift blow to whoever's is carrying me's jaw and hear a loud grunt to my satisfaction, I'm glad I can cause even a small amount of pain to my captors. I'm tossed to the ground unsteady on my legs that still have abit of whatever they gave me in them. I ungracefully land on my butt. "Come on sweetheart, we don't got all day." The soldier who just manhandled me grumbles looking irritated whilst rubbing his jaw. I glare at him from my spot on the floor, I'm sure I look anything but intimidating right now, more like an angry toddler who just landed on their butt.

I can't seem to see James or Vincent anywhere, that's strange I think to myself but shrug it off as I begin to be dragged forward. I'm dragged through a large hall, through huge wooden doors into what looks like a throne room. Before me sits a large man draped in a purple cape with a golden crown perched upon his head full of hair, I assume that he is the king. I've never met the king before or seen him in person but I have seen pictures and he seems to fit the profile. Next to him is seated a young man who is no older than 23 or 24, he too has a purple cape although smaller without a crown perched on his dark black locks of hair, based of his smaller cape and now crown I'm going to assume he is the dreaded prince Cornelius. He likes exotic playthings does he? Let's see if he likes my fist in his mouth.

That's when I hear James's infuriating voice as he trots into the throne room with Vincent in tow, they beeline straight for me with smug grins on their punchable faces. Telling the soldier that was dragging me that they'll take it from here. They each grab one of my arms and proceed to drag me towards the two thrones. "King Abarth, here is the fire slifer as promised. We just need the deed to the 40 acres of land and we'll be on our way." Is that how much I'm worth, 40 acres. Well I feel expensive, if only I wasn't being sold to the kind and his snotty, entitled son.