When I came to again I noticed I was no longer in the box, but inside a tent. I stayed lying on my back because everything hurt; I could still feel numbness from the electric shock, I could feel the unbearable pain in my shoulder, and now I had a headache.

I slowly and quietly turned so I could lie on my stomach. It was uncomfortable because my hands were still shackled in front of me, and I had to lie on them, but I needed to stretch my wings. I must have been lying on them the whole time I was unconscious as they felt numb. I knew my best chance of escape was to fly away as I could fly faster than I could run, and with my feet shackled; I couldn’t run anyway. I slowly and carefully stretched my wings, opening them and spreading them out. I lay like that for a short while before I flapped them a couple of times. They felt weak right now like the rest of me and I knew I needed to sleep (I didn’t even have enough energy to look even a minute into the future) but I couldn’t sleep; I was too scared about what might happen to me.

“YOU FUCKING IDOIT!” I heard someone yell loudly outside in a deep booming voice, which made me jump. There was a quiet mumble of something from the receiver of the insult and then the first man spoke again, quieter this time, but loud enough for me to hear “I fucking told you to tie him down so he can’t be bumped around during the journey!” This man sounded angry, and I had a feeling they were talking about me. “He’s valuable! We need him! What if he has brain damage now? If he does he’s almost useless!”

“I’m sorry, you’re Highness!” A smaller voice said sounding totally terrified. All I could think was that there was Royalty out there, and I had a bad feeling about it. “For the rest of the trip he shall be tied down.”

“He fucking better be!” Snapped the first voice. “And he better not be too badly harmed!” Before I had any chance to think, the man who just spoke walked inside. I recognised him instantly as the man who stabbed me, and I quickly folded my wings back, scared that he’d think I was trying to fly away and hurt me. His white eyes looked over my body a couple of times, before landing on my face. “You’re awake,” he stated. I could still hear anger in his voice, although it seemed calmer than before. He walked towards me slowly, knelt down beside me and grabbed my chin firmly in his hand. “Your name is Angelus, correct?” He hissed out in a cold almost domineering voice that cause me to shiver; I didn’t like it, I didn’t like it at all.

“What’s it to you?” I said back, trying and failing not to whimper.

It only caused him to laugh. “Well you’ll be fun to break,” He commented and I glared at him, trying to act tougher than I really was. “I’m Prince Yokai, my father recently over threw the king and now this country is his. The old King heard the rumours about you, but refused to believe them; saying that it was too good to be true. He never even bothered to find out if it was true or not, but my father wanted to make sure, and if it were true; he wanted you, and now we have you!” He was smiling, a creepy smile, and it made me even more uncomfortable.

“Why?” I managed to snap at him. “What’d you want me for?” I knew it was a stupid question, but I was still in a state of disbelieve and fear. I needed to hear it, so I could accept it and find a way out.

He laughed again. “Really? Is it not obvious? You’re a seer who can see the future. Such a power will be useful for my family. There will be no doubt that we’ll have enemies who’ll attack us, but if we know what’ll happen we can crush them before they even think about attacking us! We can use your powers to decide whether or not to take over something, where to place troops and so much more! With you we can take over the world, and crush all those who stand in our way!” Yep just as I thought; a generic evil, mad villain. I felt doomed, so doomed.

“What makes you think I’ll do as you say?!” I spoke again, trying to be brave. They couldn’t make me tell them about what I saw. I may have grown up in a fairly isolated village, but we still heard the stories of the black armoured army, and this crazy bastard Yokai. “You attacked my village and kidnapped me! I may have considered it, had you asked nicely, but why would I -”

“Because I have your whole village occupied with soldiers. No one leaves. If you don’t do as I wish or even attempt to escape, your precious father will be brought before you and will have his throat slit, your little sorry excuse for a mage girlfriend, and your reckless cut up boyfriend will be hung along with their families, and you’re whole village will be burnt to the ground!” I felt tears begin to fall, he had my village and loved ones as hostages, that means I had no choice but to do as I was told. This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t. But if it wasn’t happening, and this was a dream, it would have happened later. It didn’t seem like the kind for thing I could stop. This was happening and I felt so helpless. “I have a very fast Dragon Rider who is insanely loyal to me; if you disobey; she can be in your village within a couple of days, a week at most.” It was just getting worse and worse and I wanted him to stop talking, and go away.

“Piss off!” I hissed through the tears. I was shaking, and I felt as if he stabbed me again.

“Now, now none of that,” He said in mock kindness, and he turned me so I lay on my back again. He got on top of me, and leant close to my face. It felt disgusting, and my disgust only increased when I remembered that I was naked. “Now, you shall address me as ‘Master’, you’ll tell me whatever I want to know, you’ll use your powers as I tell you, you won’t talk unless you’re given permission to, you’ll eat whatever you’re given, you’ll sleep when told to, when we get to the castle you’ll be locked in a part for it, and won’t be allowed to leave, you’ll be allowed to fly, but it will be limited. Do you understand?”

I turned my head away as more tears fell from my eyes, how could this happen? What’d I ever do to deserve this? “Yes…” I muttered under my breath, only to be slapped hard in the face by Yokai. I looked at him wondering what I’d done to deserve that, then I realised and muttered. “Yes, Master,” feeling so much shame and feeling so, so humiliated. I just wanted to die right there, but I knew that was impossible.

He smiled at me again “Good boy,” He said, and petted my head like I was a dog which only increased the embarrassment and hate I was feeling. He got off of me, and knelt down next to where I lay, letting his eyes wonder over my body. I felt so exposed, I wanted to cover up, but I was scared he’d beat me if I tried so I didn’t bother. “Tell me, Angelus,” He said, his voice was creepily quiet. I was scared about what he would ask me “How old are you?”

I had no idea why he wanted to know my age, but I was in no position not to answer. “Sixteen… Master,” calling him that made me sick, but if I didn’t there would be consequences.

“Damn,” He said and punched the ground, hard. “Why must father have that stupid rule?!” He punched the ground again, in anger over something I didn’t understand.

I was curious about this odd reaction to my age, and despite my better judgement I asked. “What?”

“I want you,” he whispered in my ear. I froze, surly he couldn’t mean… “I want to fuck you so hard; I want to make you my mistress, my sex slave, but my father only allows me to have men who are of age. I’m just glad I ordered you to be stripped of those ugly clothes.” My heart was beating so fast from pure fear. Sure I guess he’s kind of hot; he was clearly muscular and had a handsome-ish face, but his personality was ugly. I wanted to lose my virginity to someone I love, and who loves me back, but if he wants me I can’t say no to him because he’ll kill the people I care about. I was just happy I had two years before coming of age, hopefully I could escape or die before then. “When’s your birthday?” He asked me, touching the side of my face that he slapped earlier. I didn’t move away like I wanted to.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “November,” I muttered.

“Date?” He snapped back.

“The third…”

He smiled. “Well on that day in two years, I’ll have you in my bed; you’ll take it like a man and do as I say. You’ll pleasure me greatly. I wonder what I’ll do… perhaps tie you up, shove things inside you. Oh it’ll be so much fun!” He laughed madly and walked out of the tent to leave me in tears and fear about what is to come.

*~*~*~

We were soon at the castle, and I was locked in a small section of it, like Yokai had said. The section of the huge castle that was to be my ‘home’ from now on was surprisingly nice. I had expected to be locked in a dungeon or in awful conditions, but it was nicer than my house in the village, and when I say nicer I meant more expensive looking; posher. It was on the top floor, so I could still be up high, but it wasn’t high enough. I hated it because even though it was like a space you’d let important guests stay in, it was a still prison. I was here against my will, and I wanted to go back to my simple house where I could be with my father again. If I could go back, I wouldn’t complain about Hana being annoying, or my father working too much, I wouldn’t tease Takeshi for being a hot-headed idiot, and I wouldn’t take them for granted.

I had three medium rooms which to me seemed huge, but the guard who took me there said it was medium, which made me wonder how big the other rooms were. I had been blind folded when entering the castle, and when we walked through a huge door I was allowed to see again. The door was locked behind me by the two guards. I was told I’d never walk through that door again.

The room we walked into was a large open space with a few fancy tables and a large window at the back, that let light in, but the window was bared. The curtains where made of red silk and the walls were pure white with a circler gold pattern on them, the stone floor was cold on my bare feet, but there was a large red rug in the middle. On the tables there was all kinds of magic items; spell books (but they only looked like healing spell books nothing for fighting,) magic increasing staffs, and jewels like the ones Hana had always wanted, there were bottles of potions, but I had no idea what they did and I noticed something else too; a shining, sliver collar, I’d seen a picture of one like it in a book at school once. It was a special collar that a Mage would use on Mage criminals that were in prisons. It could do one of two things; prevent the wearer from using magic completely as long as they had it on, and the Mage who put it on them lived, or if the wearer used magic while it was on the Mage who placed it on the person would be instantly notified by the magic connection between the wearer, the collar and Mage who placed it on. I had a very bad feeling about this.

The smaller guard walked forward as the larger held me still. The small one picked up the collar and before I could protest it was snapped around my neck, locked with a spell and began to glow. “His Majesty, Prince Yokai ordered me to put this on you,” The small Mage said, sounding almost sad “We know you can’t fully control some visions, so if you have one I will know about it as it’s a type of magic you use, even if it’s not fully understated. I shall then tell the Prince, and he shall ask you what you saw. Please for your own safety and that of your family tell him the truth.” He looked at me sadly, and put a hand on my unwounded shoulder. “I’m so sorry, if I had a choice I wouldn’t do this, but he has my little brother and sister, I have to do as he says…” He said quietly to me before walking away, unlocking the door, leaving and I heard it lock again. I realised then that I wasn’t the only one who was forced to serve Yokai that Mage was too. I began to wonder how many other families he had threatened…

The large Guard then showed me the two other rooms. The door to the right of this main room led to a bathroom, with the same stone floor and it had a plain white titled walls. The door to the left of the main room led to a bedroom, with the same flooring and walls as the main room. It was a fairly empty room with only a bed and a closet, but both of those were huge. The closet filled a whole wall and looked deep too. The bed was king sized and had red silk sheets, just like the curtains in the main room. The window, I noticed, was also bared.

I sighed, it was nice I suppose but all I wanted was my own small bed with my own stuff. I wanted my books, and my mother’s favourite necklace which was sitting by my bed. I wore it most of the time as it meant a lot to me. My father had given it to me when I turned ten, saying that he trusted me more than himself not to lose it. It was a simple necklace with gold beads; it was passed down through several generations on my mother’s side of the family. Part of me was happy that I hadn’t worn it the day I was kidnapped because it would’ve most likely been taken from me and sold, but I just wanted something to remind me of home, maybe then this wouldn’t be so hard…

I was left alone to my thoughts for a while, and soon I was brought new clothes; a white silk shirt with an open back for my wings, a silver and gold obi similar to one a female would wear, tight silver shorts and sandals that went up to my knees. I was given multiple sets of the same clothes for some reason, not that I cared they were nice, nicer than the hand me down rag-ish clothes I used to wear, and I was just glad that Yokai wasn’t keeping me naked especially since he wanted me. The woman who gave me the clothes also gave me food before I was left alone again.

I lay in the soft bed and closed my eyes, it was kind of nice here, but I was locked up I couldn’t be free. I couldn’t go flying or be with my friends. Yokai scared me to the bone, and I really didn’t want to be his mistress when I turn eighteen. As I lay there all I could think was; I want to go home.