I'm Coming Home to You

I woke up on the floor of a dungeon, my head felt like it had been split in two and crudely sewn back together. I ran a hand through my hair, wincing and grinding my teeth in pain in the process, to find nothing but a potential bruise. I stood up slowly, the rooming started to spin so I fell back to the ground once again.

"A sharp blow to the head like that, miracle you're even awake." Someone told me.

I turned my head to see a woman standing in the corner. Her hair was as black as pitch it almost looked like she didn't have any. Through the darkness her bright green eyes observed me up and down like a piece of artwork. There was a certain intelligence in her eyes, one that could tell every bit of her wit was acquired entirely on one's own, a sort of personal teacher. She walked forward and picked me up and got me onto my feet so I could sit down on a bench.

"What's your name then?" I asked.

"My name is Cassandra Gray." She told me while pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

She was oddly clean considering the time I was in. Most people would be smelly, disgusting, and have half their teeth rotted out. However her face was scrubbed and clean, with two rows of white shining teeth. As for the smell she didn't smell like anything special, mostly soap but still it was better than most of what everyone else would smell like.

"My name is Rose Tyler." I said while wincing in pain from the blow to my head.

"Rose, what a pretty name." She told me while sitting next to me.

"What you in ere for?"

"I am the ex daughter of Lord Byron of Wilshire. Father didn't approve of some of my various, choices."

"What cha mean?"

"According to spiritual and government law it is not approved for two women to love one another. I unfortunately was caught breaking that rule."

"Right, so your father ordered your execution?"

"Indeed, now by what means did a maiden as pretty as you manage to get into a dreary place such as this?"

I thought back to the last thing I heard. One of the knights had called me a witch, so I guess I was being accused of with craft.

"Witch craft I guess. I got a blow to me head before I was thrown in here."

"Its a death sentence to both of us. We have two options now, we can face our inevitable doom, or we can try and escape."

I stood up and made my way to the cell door. I grabbed my sonic screwdriver, obviously no one had bothered to check me before putting me in the cell. I tried to open the door but it wouldn't unlock. I wondered if something was wrong with the screwdriver.

I heard someone come walking down the halls, quickly I sat back down as to not arouse any suspicion. Down walked two men, one of them was the warden, a burly man with thinning hair, the other compared to warden the other man was much better dressed which made me think he was probably royalty. He had shortly cropped brown hair and icy blue eyes that chilled me to my core. Those eyes had seen only cruelty and never once had shown a shred of compassion.

"Hello sister, don't worry I don't want to see you, I do want to see the golden haired one." He said his eyes one me.

"Me?" I asked while pointing to myself.

"Yes you, stupid girl. Come one warden open the cell."

The warden rolled his eyes and opened the cell door. Two guards came in and grabbed me. I kicked and struggled but I couldn't get loose, they dragged me out of the cell and down the hall.

Eventually one just hoisted me over his shoulder. I was carried through various halls, I passed by various servants who immediately bowed and averted their eyes. The prince kicked at one of them and sneered as we passed through one final set of doors.

I was thrown onto a bed, I guessed this was his chambers. He smiled and walked up to the bed and climbed on top of me.

"Listen to me now, you are my servant, which essentially means tending to my every need. You will follow me around and what ever I want done you will do as quickly as you can and to the best of your abilities, should you disappoint me too many times I will kill you. And I will have fun doing it." He told me while his mouth turned into a grin that would rival the Grinch's.

"How about this, you let me go mate, afore I get really mad."

He just smiled and his grin grew bigger, his hand moved down to grope me. I kicked him where it would hurt. His eyes rolled back into his head, I jumped up but my hair was jerked back. I screamed as I was yanked back onto the bed.

"I'm guessing I'm going to have to break you in first." He told me while yanking me into another room.

This room was just scary, along the wall there was knives and various torture devices. There was another door that had a pattern that looked almost like it was grinning at me. In the back there was a cage that wasn't three feet tall but was twelve feet long. I could see two other girls huddling in the corner. The prince shoved clothes into my arms. If you could call them clothes, they were more like rags they were so worn down.

"Change into that, show how low you truly are." He told me while holding a sword.

I shot him a death glare and began to change into the rags he gave me. I managed to sneak my sonic screwdriver out of my pocket and I hid it in a fold of fabric that had split to form a makeshift pocket.

He grinned again and grabbed my clothes throwing them in a pile in the corner of the room. He grabbed me and threw me into the cage, but took one of the other girls and opened the grinning door, he dragged her in despite her pleas and whimpering into the room and slammed the door shut behind him..

For the next hour all I heard was the screaming and crying before it suddenly went silent. The door creaked open again, the prince walked out with bloody hands. He looked over towards us.

"I'll be back in a few hours servant, try not to miss me." He told me before slamming the door shut behind him.