Abducted By Styles [IN RE-EDITING]

• F I F T Y •

There is a whole crowd of bulky guards dressed in black standing on the steps of the stairs in front of the kingdom. It seems so familiar for some reason. In the middle, there is a fancy dressed man standing with eager eyes...not in a good way though. They seem disturbing...crazy...unusual.

Before I could think further, the door to the car is yanked open and a guard aggressively pulls me out. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes as I'm brought into the unfamiliar castle. I try to remove myself from his grip but he doesn't let go- only pulling me through the narrow corridors of the castle, portraits of old Kings and Queens hung on the walls. Although I don't have much time to take a good look at them, I recognize their painted faces.

They are Mighties.

I can feel the blood drain from my face when I just realize this. How could I be so stupid? These are the people my parent have been protecting me from my whole life. It makes me wonder if they knew about the whole potion thing all along...

These thoughts are cluttered in my head, so I am unsuccessful in paying attention to where the guard is taking me. I'm dragged down the cold stone stairs; the guard doesn't seem to care that I am practically stumbling and tripping down the steps. My heart thrashes against my rib cage, my stomach cramping with a terrible feeling- He is taking me to the dungeons.

The creaky stone walls rattle with fear as I set my eyes on the several inmates in the other cells; they are all sick, psychotic looking men. Some look around in their late thirties, some in their mid forties- the whirlwind inside me only gets stronger with unease. We walk past all the cells, and a bit of relief washes over me when I realize he's not going to throw me in one of those.

We keep travelling north, more and more away from the torches on the wall, darker by the second.

"Enjoy your stay, Princess." The guard's voice is smeared with malevolence. I slowly look up at the wooden door in front of me, and the little relief in me from before turns into horror. The door already has my name scribble in red on it- almost as if they've been waiting for my arrival.

I don't thinking any further as the guard unlocks the door and flings the rickety door wide open. My eyes divert its long, fixed stare from the evil smirk on the guard's face, to the small, dark room in front of me. It seems so familiar- almost as if I've been here before, laid here thinking of all the things I've done to deserve this. None. Cried here, smashed it all to pieces here. It's that simple sense of déjà vu that overwhelms me so much.

My head is spinning- trying to figure out where I've seen this scenario before. Black and white specks enter my vision, which is now going fuzzy. Only when I'm about to hit the floor is when my mind assimilates the fact that I've seen this very room several times.

In my nightmares.

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My restless eyes snap open. I look down at my body to see that I'm tied up to a chair. My mouth is still taped, so I can't cry for help. But even if I do cry for help, no one would save me.

I think everything over again. Harry's father, Desmond Styles, brought me to the Mighty castle. So that probably means that he's a Mighty. My face falls as I think a little deeper.That means Harry is a Mighty too. He never bothered to tell me, but why? He got a freaking job at the Courageous kingdom, but why? I fell in love with a Mighty...but maybe he isn't like the rest? Questions like these flood my mind.

The closed door now casts open and the cool, murky air hits my clammy skin. A tall fancy looking man walks into the room, along with two guards by his side, and Harry's smirking father.

The tall, well dressed man looks like the Mighty king I've seen in the newspapers. One guard is clutching a thick silver rope of chains, and the other one is holding a small closed briefcase. My stomach churns as I curiously wonder what could be in the briefcase. I can't stop myself from having warm tears stream down my face due to this hopeless situation.

What's going on?

The shorter guard walks over to me and carefully lays the briefcase down on that dreaded desk I've seen in all my dreams. He opens the case, and picks up a needle, bringing it closer and closer to me. I want to tell him, "Please don't hurt me.", but they come out as soft muffles whilst screwing my eyes shut, frantically shaking my head. The guard never listened, and so I feel the needle jab into my skin painfully. I would let out a scream if I could, but instead, tears of pain pour from my eyes as a weird sound scratches at my throat.

My blood is tingling and searing, feeling my body get a little weak. I thought he might have injected me with something, but surprising he took my blood. I don't know why, but it was only a small amount. A small, painful amount.

I watch as the guard transfers my blood from the needle into a small, glass jar. My eyes can't believe what they see: the blood is shimmering a strange violet hue...the same shade of my eyes when I'm romantically stimulated.

"See that, princess? That's your lovely blood. It's so powerful, you know?" The king says quietly as his lips curl into a hungry smile. He holds the jar in his hands, watching the blood turn into floating mist.

"Jesus, I can't believe my son decided to be selfish and wanted this all for himself." Desmond says in disgust and I gulp under the tape on my mouth. The king notices so he sharply rips it from my mouth. My lips throb after letting out high pitched yelp.

"H-he never wanted my p-powers. He only wanted m-my love." I defend Harry, my mouth going drier by the second. The king and Desmond turn to each other and start laughing bitterly. I scowl weakly at both of them.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, sweetheart," Desmond brings his filthy hand to my cheek and caresses it with his calloused thumb. I tremble under his touch, trying to move my face away. "But Harry only got a job at the Courageous kingdom to get close to you...so he could trap you and kill you."

"I-I don't believe you. Harry will come for me, and kick both your crummy arses after." I shoot out. I guess that was a big mistake; Desmond strikes me hard across the cheek, my tears running non-stop because of the sting.

"Listen to me, stupid girl. A Mighty is a Mighty. A Mighty would never fall in love with a Courageous scumbag like you." The king spits at me, lowering his face down to mine. "Either your parents give up their land, or you die."

"S-so why did you take my blood?" I ask nervously, my captive hands squirming under the rope. The king laughs, the echo creeping out the door.

"Unless your parents surrender to the Mighties, your death will be slow and painful. In the process, we're taking back what we own." He says darkly, before leaving me alone in the room. I'm really mad at Harry right now, but a little hope rests inside my head.

He'll be coming to find me soon.