Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

A female student screamed aloud as high as her throat let her as she stared in horror at the horrible sight in the female's restroom.

Rose who was about to enter the elevator with her friends ran towards the sound they all heard. Her friends and all the other students ran to the source of the sound and a girl was sitting on the floor as she shook violently pointing into the female restroom. A few seconds later, the girl passed out.

Anna and Debby wanted to enter the restroom but Rose held their wrists. "It made her faint, I don't think you should go," Rose advised them reasonably.

They both nodded considering her advice to them. A couple of girls walked in despite being scared and ran out together as they began shaking in fear as tears ran down their cheeks.

"What was in the restroom?" Anna asked the girls as her curiosity kept building up.

"Claire," one of the girls answered before passing out in to her friend's weak arm..

Claire . . .? Claire? Claire?! Oh goodness. Anna ran into the restroom to the horrible sight of the girl she hit tied to polls in the wall with her hands spread and her legs tied together below. The bruises on the girl's body were so much that there was not a single spot left untouched.

There was little wound on her face, only a cut on her cheeks and another on her lips as though the person wanted everyone to recognize the girl. Below the girl's tied up feet, whoever did it, left a message written with blood. 'Mind the words of your mouth.'

At point, Anna could not ignore the feeling of a hand reaching into her stomach turning the breakfast she ate around and trying to pull it out.

"How could you forget an old friend?" that haunting voice asked her in his psychopathic whisper. "That is not nice of you. You should remember me even if nobody else does."

The discomfort in her stomach became insignificant when her vision became blurry and her body remembered the pain it felt from being maltreated. "Oh," was also she said before she lost the strength to keep her body standing.

"Anna!!" Rose shouted when she entered the restroom to see her sister dropping to the floor. She smelt the familiar smell of blood but ignored it and every other thing in her environment as she tried to get her sister to wake up. "Anna please wake up," she called as tears clouded her eyes.

"She is not breathing," a voice said pushing Rose away from Anna. The owner of the voice began CPR as soon she ordered the shocked Rose to call an ambulance which Rose did immediately.

Scream followed when more students came into the restroom running out immediately or fainting while some could not hold their breakfast in their body food sack as they poured it all out. Most of them were young masters or misses of their families and they had never seen such a scene.

Soon the teacher came to the restroom and after a short while, the ambulance arrived followed by the police.

***

"Don't you think it is rude to forget an old friend?" the voice she dreaded but wanted to find asked her.

That thick darkness she was slowly forced to become accustomed withheld her back but she pushed forward. "You killed her, you bastard," she shouted in anger as she fought with the darkness that held her back like being wrapped in silk and tied to and end of a room and trying to get to the other end of the room.

It was almost impossible to move but she kept struggling. Or getting stuck in a gel box unable to move or stuck in a world with a very slowly time movement. There was a lot of ways she could describe the feeling she felt from being locked up in that darkness whatever it is, but with it was a bad experience and she wanted it to stop.

"I am not happy at all," the voice told her displeased and chuckled in a very creepy manner. "You should apologize, don't you think so?"

Anna ignored his question as she struggled to free herself from the invisible fabric wrapped around her body.

"I was the only one you had but you forgot me as soon as you left the orphanage, isn't that very bad of you? Even if anyone should forget me, it should not be you. You should remember me," the voice angrily shouted.

"Come out here you coward," Anna called out and kept trying to move forward. As soon as the darkness was lifted after draining all her energy, she saw a blurry figure afar off. It was a child about eight years old. The child wore a simple black and blue stripped t-shirt and a pair of brown khaki shorts. The child had black short hair with short bangs resting on his forehead.

This revelation energized her as she began running towards the boy as fast as she could to see his face but she remained on the same spot as though running on a treadmill. She did not give up determined to keep running but she left that endless world and opened her eyes to a new light. She had a sudden flash of memory of a hand holding her wrist tightly while she struggled.

"Anna, are you awake?" Rose asked looking over her sister.

She closed her eyes and rubbed them gently with the back of her hand and moaned tiredly. "I almost saw his face," she murmured as she tried to sit up but the splitting headache she felt from that slight movement made her wince and return to her former position.

"Saw who?" Rose had to ask confused.

"I almost saw the face of my kidnapper in my dream. I know him," Anna said still lying on the bed with her gaze fixed on the white flower patterned ceiling.

"What? Then who is he?" Rose asked moving closer to the bed.

"He was with me in the orphanage but I can't remember clearly. His hair is black with bangs. I know him. I can find him and kill him with my own hands."

"You scared me when I saw you unconscious. You should be bothered about your heart too, right? If not for that young man, I will not know what to do. He saved your life," Rose narrated.

"What young man?"

"He said he is a new temporary teacher and he seemed to be a very nice person."

***

"She still refuses to pick my call," a woman with said in a weak voice as she walked to a rocking chair in a balcony with the support of a man who held her hand.

"I think you should visit her in the palace," the man supporting her advised as he helped her settle down on the rocking chair.

"In my state? She will . . . I don't want to visit her. I hold something dear to her and she does not care. If things don't go the way she plans and the princess returns, it won't be my fault but her pride," the woman replied and relaxed her back gently on the rocking chair.

"Your sister is the queen and she is busy most of the time. I am sure she will have some time for you if you go to the palace. At least we could gain a lot from the revelation," the man still continued advising her.

"I will not go to the palace. We won't die if we don't get that support we need from her. I will stand aside and watch all she stole return to its owner. Her pride will ruin her life and family. That son of hers she freed like a wild animal will cause more trouble to the citizens and it will lead to her downfall," she continued smiling at the beautiful sunset from the balcony.

The man sighed and went into the room later running to the balcony with a stole which he sat on beside the woman as he watched the orange sun sink into the horizon. "He is her weapon. No one will be able to trace him to her. A war is going to be fought soon and she will use every single weapon she lays her hands on and dispose them afterwards," the man narrated to her.

"I am a weapon too, right?"

The man sighed again looking at the beautiful face of the woman beside him who was now was now wearing a sad smile. "I think you should tell her about the girl." He took her hand frail hand in his and patted the back soothingly.

"I will not tell her. Only you and I know about her so, we should keep it a secret."

"Why?" the man asked baffled. "Shouldn't we try to make her trust us? Remember what happened the last time. We need to regain the trust we lost."