Kidnapping The Princess (lesbian, girlxgirl)

“When we grow up, you’ll be my prince,” she said while laughing gleefully. I took one of the flowers from the grass. All kinds of them were scattered there between us. I tucked the flower on the side of her ear. She looked pretty for a 6 year old.

“I can’t be your prince. I’m a girl,” I told her. “We both are.”

She snickered and held my eyes. “Sometimes Prince Charming is a princess.”

I woke up in surprise and quickly realized that I fell from my bed. With a loud groan, I hauled myself up and stood on my feet. That dream again huh? It was so vivid this time. It was as if she was right there with me. Like it was just yesterday when we were. My train of thought was stopped when I heard the princess calling out.

She didn’t know this but my room was just across from her. My real room was actually a floor below, but I’ve been sleeping in the spare bedroom nowadays. You know, just in case.

“Miss kidnapper,” she said loudly. “Are you there? Yoohoo!”

I shook my head in disdain and grabbed the white tee on the bed. I wore it quickly before going out of the spare room and punching the code for the metal door to enter her holding area. The princess sat on the floor hugging her knees.

“What do you want?” I asked with a frown. “You ruined my sleep.”

“For someone so pretty, you have a foul attitude,” she said and pouted. I stifled a smile and leaned against the door. “So you think I’m pretty?”

“Give me a break,” she mumbled. “Don’t fish for compliments because you’re not getting more from me.” I stared hard at her and scanned her body. She lost a pound or two. I’ve been feeding her good food for two weeks, maybe she was depressed. She looked pale too. Her usually pink lips were dull, and her honey colored hair was not set into a half braid.

“What’s wrong? Why did you call for me?”

“Aside from the fact that you’re holding me hostage here?” she mocked and glared at me. “Miss kidnapper. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been inside this room for the last two weeks. I’ve been cooped up inside this room too much that I think I’m going crazy.” She raised her arms in defeat. “You rarely talk to me and God knows what you’re doing on the other side of that door.” She hugged her knees again. “I give up. If you want to kill me, just do it. This is torture.”

that I’m not going

nothing is maddening. Please,” she whispered. “If there is an ounce of

of hers got me walking to her. I sat down on her left side. “What do you want to talk about?” She scratched the wooden floor with her nail. “I don’t know. Tell me about you. And please don’t

bit of information

I could see the surprise in her gray eyes.

adoptive parents took me to their country and raised

sat crossed legged in front

course? You did graduate

laughed at her question. I graduated at an Ivy League school. The best in that country in fact. My millionaire parents made sure of it. But I shouldn’t tell her that. “Yes I did get my diploma. And I studied different

“Can I ask you

I gave her a look, making her shrug. “I’m tired of calling you miss kidnapper. Surely even someone

gave me the name of Iris. But my name before that was Cybele. You can call me either one.”

think I’d like to call you Cybele. It’s a really cool name. It’s like I’ve heard it before somewhere and I just can’t remember.” I smirked at her and held her gaze. “That’s because you’ve heard of it before,” I

“Where?”

name,” I explained. “You probably read it in a book somewhere or watched a movie with a Cybele character.”

treat me like one anyway.” She reached out a hand to shake mine. “Nice to meet you Cybele,” she said with a dimpled smile. I looked at her and felt goose bumps

hand and gave it a quick peck before letting it fall. She blushed furiously

you’re talking about,” I dismissed. “Oh come on,” she said. “Green eyes, toffee colored hair, straight nose, perfect teeth. And what are you, 5’9”

and I don’t know, scary?” I rolled my eyes at her. “Flattery will get you nowhere Talia. I’m still your kidnapper

“I’m just

case, the truth won’t set

sense of humor. Do you

stood up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. “So what’s