Page 12 of The Bodyguard Undone

According to the royal handbook - I laugh at the thought that I’m a princess, a queen actually, yet here in this dungeon of horrors, I am nothing.

According to the royal handbook when something like this happens, no alarms are raised. It's business as usual and the initial message to the people regarding the missing royal is that he or she is taking a much-needed vacation while only those deeply trusted subjects work behind the scenes to decipher the truth.

Strohamden, and certainly not the world knows what’s happening to us. Even when we return, saying the Queen of Strohamden was kidnapped by a mad man would be swept under the carpet, never to be mentioned again.

I think about my father. My little sister, Lia. My friend and my lady in waiting, Rachelle. I think about Keira, my English friend. Igor. Desperately hoping he is safe with his wife and kids.

Not seeing Kayne is robbing me of my hope.

I close my eyes and relive all the times he’s touched me. From that very first moment when he found me in a nightclub and dragged me out over his shoulder. When he handcuffed me to his car door then tucked my hair behind my ear because he could see how it annoyed me on top of my fury at being kidnapped.

The first time he kissed me. Took my virginity. Claimed me then laid down the rules, no man could have me if he couldn’t.

I want to start crying as I sink lower into a bleak depression. Will we ever get out of here?

I’m startled into a sitting position when the flap of the door opens and a package is dropped in. It isn’t a designated mealtime.

An impatient gruff voice instructs me to wear the dress. I have five minutes to get ready.

The only thing that keeps me moving is the thought of seeing Kayne.

I hate the dress on sight. It’s made of pink stiff material and is ruched from the top to the bottom.

I’m ready long before a guard opens the cell door and I find myself escorted down another corridor this time by three other armed guards.

It seems only Gary, the man Kayne killed, had access to the shock collar around my neck. It was clear Gary was Roger’s, right-hand man.

This part of the dungeon seems warmer. The stone floor is covered with thick runners, sconces stuck into the wall make it well lit.

I’m told to wait outside a wooden door until I’m called.

Minutes go by. My anxiety ricochets. I need to see Kayne. I need Roger to tell me he’s okay because his guards won’t say anything to me at all other than deliver Roger’s instructions.

I can’t take it anymore. If I don’t know if Kayne is okay, I don’t really care what happens to me.

I act fast. I turn around and open the door before the guards can stop me from entering.

By the time they reach me I’m already in what appears to be a study.

Roger has his back to me and at the moment before he himself could react, my gaze falls into the screen of the monitor he’s been looking at.

I see myself, fear drowning out my eyes. Kayne towering over me, his body between my legs. His cock is at the entrance of my pussy.

It’s the scene my uncle Neil had filmed when Kayne had taken me to a cabin to protect me from losing my virginity, so my marriage to this vile man, Roger Thompson could take place.

Except Neil had wanted to be king himself and thought tarnishing me would ruin my chances to marry a nobleman. That day guns had been pointed at us, one at my head. Kayne had been ordered to take my virginity or I would die.

Kayne had done everything to protect me. Had taken down Neil’s men at the right moment and delivered me back home to the palace still a virgin.

Despite what had been going on around me, the guns, the threat of death, the betrayal, when Kayne touched me I knew I was never going to be the same. My body, heart, mind, and soul belonged to him from that moment.

The only reason Roger has footage of that time in the cabin is that Neil, my supposed uncle, had sent them copies, thinking it would be enough for them to call off the wedding. After all, I was instructed to come to Roger as a virginal bride according to his father or the marriage was off.

Roger spins around but not before he clumsily switches off the monitor. His face is blood red as he looks at me. For a moment I think he’s going to strangle me he’s so mad. But then my attention is shifted down to his pants to find the fabric at his crotch has tented.

I’m revolted at the sight and it takes everything inside me not to throw up.

“Where’s Kayne? I want to see him immediately.” I don’t back down.

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