I tried. I really did. For what felt like hours. But I couldn’t find a way out of this god forsaken room.
I sat back down on the bed angrily. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I hold my head in my hands and sigh.
I hate not knowing. I always plan everything in advance. If I’m on missions, I go through all the possible situations I’m my head and figure out a solution. Ofcourse, I thought about the possibility of being a prisoner in this kingdom, but I didn’t expect my one simple escape tool to be taken from me.
Now I’m living through the worst case scenario and I have no way to get out of it.
I decided I should stop worrying about how to escape this place. I’ll probably lose my mind at this rate. If there was ever a time to escape it would be when I’m on that quest with the so-called prophecy prince. I don’t have much of a choice of going from what he said earlier. For now, I’ll just get some rest. I don’t think I’ll be getting any of that for a while.
But before I use the king sized bed for what it was made to do, I decide to go take a bath.
I sigh for the hundredth time and make my way to the luxurious looking bathroom. I look around, to see what I can use. Every shampoo , soap and conditioner you can possibly imagine is positioned on a small shelf above the white tub with golden legs and flowers wrapped around its outer circumference. I make my way to the sink which is surrounded by bathroom counters with the same colour scheme as the bathtub. White with gold engravings. They sure like to make everything look expensive around here.
I open the counters and find salts, dry roses, razors, oils and exfoliating scrubs. Confusion starts to seep in. Do these creatures need these? Or maybe that prince used his powers to teleport these objects here or create them. I’m not sure how his powers work. I roll my eyes and raise my head to look at myself in the mirror. I look horrible. My hair is a mess and whatever he used to knock me out a couple hours ago made my eyes red. I close my eyes and direct my hand towards the bridge of my nose.
This is not happening right now. I shake my head and turn back around to the tub. I turn the taps on and spin them to create the perfect temperature, and when I’m satisfied, I begin throwing things in the bath to set the mood and get everything prepared. There’s no way I’m not using these lavish things considering it’s probably going to be my last bath for a long while.
After I make sure everything is in order, I undress. I removed my gear after I gave up trying to escape so now, I just have to take my clothes off. I start with the tightly fitted black trousers. Slowly sliding them off me and throwing them in a corner of the spacious bathroom. Then I continue, throwing my long sleeved shirt around my neck and off my body ; then my vest that seems to be stuck to me like a second skin because of the unfortunate sweat that seeped out of my pores during the series of stressful situations earlier. Finally, I slide my black panties down my slim legs and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down with the panties and retrieving them both to throw them in the same corner as the rest of my clothes.
A sudden wave of relief washes over me. I feel less uncomfortable now. I hop in the tub and a small screech escapes my mouth at the sudden contact with the water. I seem to have made it a bit too hot but I should get used to it soon enough. I crouch down and slowly situate myself in the tub. Now the water nearly reaches my neck and when I fully submerge everything except my face, I sigh contently. It feels so much better to be in a tub rather than a muddy, cold, dark field surrounded by danger.
After I stay still like a statue for what feels like forever, I decide to grab the loofah and the shampoo and start scrubbing my body down. I scrub every bit of myself ; making sure every crevice has been successfully scrubbed until my skin turns a rosy colour. I wish I had some technology here. I would kill for a couple songs. After scrubbing, rinsing and dowsing every bath oil possible onto my silky smooth skin, I decide to rest a bit more before getting out of the still voluminous bubble bath. The water was still warm and it would be a shame to finish early.
I close my eyes and slide further in the shiny tub. I try not to think about the events of the past couple of hours. I hold my breath and submerge myself fully until I feel the water trying to pry open my eyes go up my nose. I hold firm and make sure the water stays far away from the inside of my body and continue holding my breath.
I’ve always loved the water. It helps me think clearer. I’m tired. In pain. Hungry. And… horny. I open my eyes in shock and instantly regret it. The water rushes to my eyes and an intense wave of pain envelopes me. I rinse out the water quickly and inhale loudly. I wipe as much water as possible from my face. Those bath salts I put in earlier didn’t help at all.
After I wipe everything off successfully, I get out of the tub and wrap myself in an abnormally soft towel. I make my way to the mirror to fix my hair somewhat. I look at my reflection and realise I still have a shocked and somewhat confused expression. How? Why? When? I pinch the bridge of my nose for what feels like the millionth time today. Another problem, as if I didn’t have enough. How did that evil, barbaric prince turn me on today? And why couldn’t it just go away. I chuckle at myself. I can’t sleep if I’m horny and if I don’t sleep, I’m going to die out there. That’s guaranteed. A human with minimal energy and unable to concentrate in superno is meat for every villainous species of animal and plant and whatever else is out there. That means I have to fix this problem now. I swear under my breath. I have to pleasure myself in the future king of superno’s room.
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