SEX SLAVE

CHAPTER 15

Eddie’s POV

I wiped my face and headed to the living room. “Hi, Mother, I’m off to school,” I said, smiling.

“Hi, Father,” I added, noticing him behind me.

“Going to college like this?” he asked, eyeing me from head to toe.

“Yes, Father, decided to dress differently today. Bye!” I yelled, rushing out to avoid questions.

Outside, I checked the road to ensure it was safe. Ryan was sitting nearby. I gave him a thumbs-up and hurried to Princess’s uncle’s door, crouching low.

The door had three sturdy padlocks. “He’s truly a criminal,” I sighed. Using my mother’s hairpin, I picked the first padlock, twisting until it opened.

After checking the surroundings, I unlocked the other two padlocks and slipped inside, locking the door behind me. I removed my hood and surveyed the living room, filled with dirt, papers, and the stench of alcohol and weed.

Covering my mouth, I searched for evidence. On his table, I found a tape in a drawer. “This must hold something,” I said, tossing it into my bag.

Other papers seemed useless. I moved to a locked room nearby, using the hairpin to open the padlock. Inside, it was dark, so I used my phone’s flashlight.

The room was littered with weed and dirty clothes. On the wall, I saw photos with red crosses on faces. I recognized a man and snapped his picture.

Next was a woman resembling Princess, also marked with a red cross. “No, it can’t be true,” I muttered, shaking my head. He must have ki--lled her parents.

I photographed her image, then saw another unfamiliar man with a cross, snapping it too. The last photos were of a man and Princess, unmarked.

“They’re next on his de--ath list,” I thought, eyes wide. I took their pictures and checked under the bed, finding an arsenal of guns—long, short, fat, slim.

Shocked, I photographed them, then used seal tape and gloves to collect fingerprints from the guns. Suddenly, Ryan’s loud, fast singing interrupted me.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie! Big-headed Eddie is in love!”

I dropped the bed, trembling. I couldn’t get caught. Hearing footsteps, I cursed under my breath, “F--ck!”

TBC…

CHAPTER 16

Eddie’s POV

Hearing footsteps, I spotted holes in the wall and a stool. I climbed quickly, using the holes to reach the ceiling, pushed it open, and hid inside, closing it just as the door opened.

In the dark, I sighed in relief, sweating heavily. I had to stay still to avoid detection. The heat was intense, but I endured it.

When I heard him leave, I stood quietly, using my phone’s flashlight to navigate. Multiple paths led into darkness, but I followed a faint light reflection.

Covering my flashlight, I crept toward the light, which grew clearer. It came from Princess’s room. Lying down, I peered in and saw her at the window.

“Princess,” I whispered loudly. She looked around, confused. I waved my hand through the ceiling gap. She saw it and ran over, surprised.

“Get me the stool,” I whispered urgently. She grabbed it, placing it beneath me.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling, as I descended silently, landing on the stool. “Eddie, are you okay?” she asked, eyeing my sweaty body.

“I’m fine, Princess. I need to go. Pretend you’re asleep,” I said, sprinting to the window, climbing the tree, and returning to my room.

Panting, I entered as Ryan pulled the curtain down.

Princess’s POV

I jumped into bed, facing the window, pretending to sleep. The door knob turned—Uncle Joe was coming to question me about the break-in.

The door flew open, but I stayed still, feigning deep sleep. He stormed in, panting. “Princess!” he yelled.

I opened my eyes slowly, sitting up, then jolted, facing the floor. “Good morning, Uncle,” I said, acting sleepy.

I noticed a knife in his hand, and my eyes widened. “Who came into this house?” he shouted, advancing with the knife.

“Uncle, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered, tearing up.

“Someone f--cking broke into my house!” he roared, his saliva hitting me. I gasped, covering my mouth.

“Who could do that?” I asked, feigning fear, glancing around. “Did you catch him, Uncle?”

“No,” he said sadly, dropping the knife and sitting on my bed. I sighed in relief.

“You’ll catch him, Uncle,” I said, soothing him while inwardly laughing.

“I will, Princess. When I do, I’ll eat his flesh raw!” he barked, storming out, forgetting the knife.

I grabbed it, hiding it under my bed. It would be useful. I went to the window, raising the curtain.

“Ryan!” I whispered loudly. His curtain lifted, revealing his face. “Hey, Princess,” he said, smiling.

“How’s Eddie? Is he okay? Is he hurt? Can I speak to him?” I asked, fearful.

“Princess, I’m fine,” Eddie said, showing his face, sweating and breathing heavily.

I sighed in relief. “Thank God. If anything happened, I’d die of guilt,” I said, smiling.

“I can’t leave you, Princess. I found evidence against him,” he said happily.

“Really? What?” I asked, smiling.

“I’ll explain at midnight. I’ll show you pictures and a tape I haven’t played yet,” he said, unloading his bag.

“Nice. I’ll wait for you. Thank you, Eddie,” I said, tears welling up.

“Please don’t cry, Princess, or I’ll break down in front of Ryan,” he said, making me smile.

“I love you, Eddie,” I said shyly, quickly lowering the curtain.

Ryan’s POV

Eddie blushed hard at Princess’s words, but I was worried about her uncle. “Eddie,” I said seriously.

He noticed my expression and approached, concerned. “What’s wrong, Ryan? You don’t look happy,” he said, holding my hands.

“I’m scared, Eddie,” I said, breathing heavily.

“Why?” he asked, pulling a stool to sit before me.

“When I saw him coming, he stared at me. I smiled to stay calm, but he looked away. I sang loudly, and he gave me a suspicious look before entering his compound,” I said, trembling.

“Ryan, that b--itch can’t touch you, okay?” he said confidently.

“He looked suspicious, Eddie. What if he does something?” I asked, shivering.

“Look at me,” he said, cupping my face. “You’re a kid. He won’t suspect you. He saw you before he knew someone broke in. You’re safe,” he said, smiling.

“I hope so, Eddie, because I’m scared,” I said, hugging him.

“Trust me, he won’t hurt you,” he said, patting my back.

“Be careful tonight. He’ll be watching,” I said, pulling away.

“I will, Ryan,” he nodded.

“And make sure you ki--ss Princess today,” I giggled, lightening the mood.

“Ryan, who taught you that?” he laughed loudly.

“Forgot you have a smart younger brother?” I said, and we both laughed.

“Enough play, Ryan. Let’s check this tape,” he said, examining it.

TBC…

CHAPTER 17

Uncle Joe’s POV

Halfway to my destination, I realized I forgot cash. Cursing my stupidity, I rushed home.

I saw that boy sitting outside, staring at the street. He looked scared, then started singing and swaying, smiling.

“So foolish,” I thought, heading to my house. At the door, I saw the padlocks were gone. I checked around but noticed nothing odd.

Hand on my pistol, I grew scared. Who dared break in? I eased the door open, pointing my gun inside, then slipped in, scanning quickly.

Everything seemed untouched. I checked my room door—its padlock was gone too. Tiptoeing, I flung it open, gun raised, but found no one.

“What the f--ck!” I yelled, furious. “Show yourself, mother--fucker!” I shouted, cocking my gun. Silence.

Someone broke in, but nothing seemed disturbed. I clutched my head, gun in hand, thinking of that boy. “He looked scared,” I thought, narrowing my eyes.

“But he sang a stupid song,” my mind countered. “Just a child,” I mumbled, finding no traces of anyone.

“I’ll get you, ba--stard!” I yelled, clenching my fists.

TBC…

CHAPTER 18

Eddie’s POV

I inserted the tape into my TV’s video player and sat with Ryan as it loaded. It showed a man and woman tied in a deserted warehouse, looking familiar.

Checking my phone, I confirmed they were in the wall photos. “Princess’s parents?” I said, watching closely.

Ryan stared, confused. They were swollen, clearly beaten. A man appeared with a gun—Princess’s uncle. Ryan gasped.

“I need you de--ad to take your wealth, brother,” Uncle Joe said, laughing wickedly. He shot the man in the head.

“Oh my God!” Ryan cried. “He’s so wicked,” he sobbed. I was stunned by his cruelty to his own brother.

He moved to the woman, tearing her clothes. I pulled Ryan close, shielding his eyes from the brutal act. I watched Joe ra--pe her, tears falling.

“I’ll show your miserable daughter this after I get what I want, then…” he said, pointing the gun at her head. “Do this,” he added, shoo--ting her.

The gunshot made Ryan flinch. I rubbed his back as the tape ended. “I swear, I’ll slit his throat myself!” I growled.

At Midnight

I climbed out my window onto the tree. Ryan was asleep after crying. I reached Princess’s window and whispered her name.

Footsteps approached, and the curtain lifted, revealing her smiling face. She opened the window, and I climbed in using the stool.

She wore only a bra and pa--nties. “Hi,” I said, avoiding staring.

“Hi,” she replied, walking to her bed.

I sat beside her, showing her the photos. “Do you know this man?” I asked, displaying one.

“He questioned my uncle about locking me up,” she said. I nodded.

“He ki--lled him,” I said. She nodded sadly.

Princess’s POV

Eddie showed me photos of my uncle’s guns, shocking me. He’s a first-class criminal who doesn’t deserve to live.

“I’ll show this to my dad. He’ll act, and you’ll be free,” Eddie said, smiling. I gazed at him with love.

“I love you, Eddie,” I said. He leaned in quickly, ki--ssing me deeply. He laid me on the bed, staying on top.

My hands trailed his back as his slid to my thighs, making me moan softly. He ki--ssed my neck, leaving marks, then moved to my br--easts, removing my bra.

He teased my ni--pple with his teeth, and I moaned, “F--ck.” Pleasure overwhelmed me.

Suddenly, he stopped. “What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up.

“I’m sorry, Princess. You’re still recovering. I shouldn’t do this now,” he said sadly.

I understood. I didn’t want to hate him later. “Ki--ss me,” I said, moving closer. His eyes showed true love.

He lifted my chin, ki--ssing me passionately. Our tongues met, rolling together. Out of breath, we parted.

“I love you, Princess,” he said. I hugged him, my br--easts pressing against him.

“I love you too,” I said, emotional.

“I need to go,” he said, rubbing my back.

“When this nightmare ends, let’s go somewhere unknown to start anew,” I said, smiling.

“I’ll make it happen,” he said, smiling.

He ki--ssed me again at the window. “Dream of me,” he said, jumping out.

I smiled, returning to bed, melting at his touch.

TBC…

CHAPTER 19

Eddie’s POV

The next morning, I sat near Dad as he drank coffee. “Hi, Dad,” I said.

“Hey, son,” he replied, sipping.

“Dad, I need your help,” I said. Mom looked over from the kitchen.

“What is it?” Dad asked, setting his coffee down.

“A friend’s parents were ki--lled by her uncle. She lives with him and is used as a s--x machine. I want justice for her,” I said sadly.

“The cops need evidence, Eddie,” he said, concerned.

“That’s why I brought this,” I said, showing the tape and phone photos of the wall and guns.

“What’s this?” he asked, taking the tape.

“A video of him ki--lling her parents. I’ve seen it,” I said, showing him the pictures.

He scanned them carefully, then looked at me suspiciously. “How did you get these?”

“I… broke into his house,” I stammered, shrugging.

“You what? Broke into a criminal’s house without cops?” Mom asked, shocked.

“It was the only way, Mom. I couldn’t watch her suffer, and I didn’t trust the cops to find evidence,” I said, bowing my head.

“Who’s this girl you’re risking your life for?” she asked.

“Princess,” I said, looking down.

“Who’s Princess?” she asked, angry.

“A girl I love, Mother,” I said, meeting her eyes. Her expression softened.

“You took a dangerous step, son,” Dad said calmly.

“I know, Dad, but I wasn’t caught. Please, don’t let my risk be in vain,” I said, holding his hand.

“I’ll do my best. Let me watch the tape first,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you,” I said, hugging him.

“Where does she live?” Mom asked, stirring her coffee.

“Next compound,” I said, smiling.

“And I haven’t seen her? How?” she asked, sipping.

“She’s locked inside by her wicked uncle,” I said, clenching my fists.

“This is serious. Honey, act fast,” she said to Dad.

“I will,” he nodded.

Ryan’s POV

I yawned, descending the stairs to find everyone talking. “Did I miss something?” I asked, sitting on Mom’s lap.

“No, son. Good morning,” she said, tickling me. I giggled.

“Good morning, everyone,” I said, looking at Eddie.

“Morning, smartie,” he replied, smiling.

My stomach growled, and everyone laughed. “Mom, I’m hungry,” I said shyly.

“Sorry, Eddie, breakfast isn’t ready,” she said, pouting.

“Fine, I’ll play to forget the hunger,” I said, standing.

“Don’t go far, Ryan,” Dad said, smiling.

“I’ll ride my bicycle down the street,” I said, heading to the garage.

I rode happily, trying stunts, until I saw Princess’s uncle in a sweaty hoodie. Fear hit me, but I stayed calm.

He approached fast. I waved, trying to pedal away, but he grabbed me, covering my nose with a handkerchief. I struggled, but my eyes closed.

TBC…

CHAPTER 20

Uncle Joe’s POV

I carried Ryan to my abandoned warehouse, far from the street, and dropped him on the floor. I sprayed an antidote on his face, and he sneezed, waking weakly.

He saw me and flinched. “Please don’t ki--ll me,” he said, crying.

“I won’t if you answer my questions,” I said, squatting before him. He nodded.

“Why do you stare at me when I pass your house?” I asked.

“I love how you dress. I want to dress like that,” he said, smiling. I raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” I thought, skeptical. “Yesterday, while you sat outside, did you see anyone break into my house?”

“No, I was trimming my nails,” he said, showing them. Frustrated, I thought, “Waste of time.”

“Why did you stare and sing?” I asked.

“I was happy to see you,” he said shyly.

“And the song? Who’s Eddie?” I asked, scratching my head.

“It’s from an American action movie. Eddie’s my favorite character. I sing it to people I like, like you,” he said, smiling.

I smiled back—no one had said they loved me. I pulled him up, dusting his clothes. “Sorry, I thought you knew something,” I said.

“I don’t, but I’ll tell you if I notice anything,” he said. I smiled.

“Can I go home? I’m hungry,” he said, holding his stomach.

“Sure, but promise not to tell anyone,” I said, holding his shoulders.

“I promise,” he said, eyeing my bracelets. “Can I have one?”

Sighing, I gave him one. “Thank you!” he said, ki--ssing my cheek. Shocked, I said, “I’ll take you home.”

Eddie’s POV

“Ryan’s taking too long,” Mom said, worried.

“He’s probably hungry,” Dad added.

“I’ll find him,” I said, standing.

“Tell him the table’s set,” Mom said.

As I reached the door, it opened, revealing Ryan. His expression was strange. He pushed past me, running upstairs without a word.

“Ryan!” Mom called, heading to the stairs.

“Mom, eat. I’ll talk to him. You know Ryan,” I said, entering my room.

“Ryan,” I called, hearing the shower. In the bathroom, he sat under the water, fully clothed, shaking.

“Ryan, what happened?” I asked, stopping the water and pulling him into my arms.

“He took me, Eddie,” he stammered, crying, holding me tight.

“I’m so sorry, Ryan,” I said, brushing his hair.

“He could’ve ki--lled me, but I played smart, acting like a kid who knew nothing,” he said, looking at me.

“The worst part? I ki--ssed his cheek to seem like I admired him,” he yelled, childlike.

“Ki--ssed him?” I asked, confused.

“I told him I loved his style and that ‘Eddie’ was a movie character. I ki--ssed him to get this,” he said, showing a bracelet.

“You’re a genius!” I said, hugging him, examining the bracelet. “This will help.”

“What about my lips?” he screamed.

“He’s your ‘royal model,’ Ryan. It’s fine,” I teased, running out as he chased me, laughing.

TBC…

CHAPTER 21

Princess’s POV

It had been days since I spoke with Eddie and Ryan. Worried, I went to the window, hoping Uncle Joe hadn’t caught them.

“Eddie! Ryan!” I called.

“Hey!” they replied, rushing to their window. I smiled in relief.

“Are you okay? I was worried something bad happened,” I said, smiling.

“Nothing can happen to us, Princess. Sorry for not talking—been busy with Dad at the police station,” Eddie said.

“Police station? So soon?” I asked, thrilled.

“I’m here too,” Ryan said, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry, Ryan. How are you?” I asked, pouting.

“Getting better,” he sighed.

“Getting better?” I asked, confused.

“I ki--ssed your uncle,” he said, grimacing.

“Why?” I asked.

“He captured me, but I played smart and ki--ssed him,” Eddie said, stifling a laugh.

Ryan glared at him. “Sorry, Ryan,” I said sadly.

“It’s okay, but I’m done with this. Who knows what I’ll have to do next?” Ryan said, folding his arms.

“You’re the smartest, Ryan. Please stay involved,” Eddie said, holding his shoulders.

I nodded sadly. “Fine, I’m in for Princess, not Eddie,” Ryan said. I smiled.

“Thank you, dear,” I said happily.

“I missed you, Princess,” Eddie said, emotional.

“I missed you too,” I said shyly.

“Why not visit her at midnight for all this mushy stuff?” Ryan scoffed, making us giggle.

“I’ll visit at midnight,” Eddie said. I nodded, smiling.

Eddie’s POV

At midnight, I checked for onlookers before climbing to Princess’s window. She was asleep, covered by a duvet.

I entered quietly and sat beside her, brushing her scattered hair behind her ears. She stirred, and I pulled back.

As she stretched, she opened her eyes, smiling at me. I smiled back, gently rubbing her hands.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” she said, sitting up, revealing she was unclothed. I smiled, staring at her lips, longing to ki--ss them.

She noticed. “Do it if you want, Eddie,” she said shyly.

I pulled her into my arms, ki--ssing her deeply. Her bare br--easts pressed against me as our tongues met.

Breathing heavily, she sat on my thighs, wearing only pa--nties. She ki--ssed me fiercely, her hands in my hair.

I felt her wet p--ussy against my d--ick, which twitched. She moaned as it rubbed her. “Princess,” I said, stopping.

“Don’t stop, Eddie. I want this with you, not that ba--stard uncle,” she said, staring at my lips.

I nodded, ki--ssing her neck to her curves. She moaned, biting her lip. I teased her ni--pple with my tongue, then ki--ssed her belly and thighs.

She raised her hips, but I teased, ki--ssing around her wet p--ussy. “Eddie, you’re punishing me,” she moaned, gripping the duvet.

I grinned, licking her through her pa--nties, then removed them. Her p--ussy was beautiful despite her abuse. I flicked her c--lit with my tongue, holding her as she swayed.

“Eddie,” she moaned, breathing hard. I licked her dry, then revealed my d--ick. Shy, I saw her nod, pulling me to ki--ss her.

“Do it,” she whispered. I brushed my d--ick against her, then entered gently. She felt tight. I thrust, feeling her tremble, driving her wild.

TBC…

CHAPTER 22

Princess’s POV

Each of Eddie’s thrusts felt loving and pleasurable, unlike Uncle Joe’s cruelty. “Eddie,” I moaned softly, mindful of Joe’s presence.

My belly tightened, nearing climax. “Eddie, I’m coming,” I said, gripping his back. I clamped against him, cu--ming on the bed, breathing heavily.

As Eddie prepared to continue, I heard footsteps near my door. “Sh--it, Uncle Joe!” I whispered. I grabbed my gown, and Eddie adjusted his clothes.

He rushed to the window, but it was too late. “Under the bed!” I whispered. He slid under, his legs still visible, as Joe entered.

“Thank God he came from the window side,” I thought, scared. “Why are you awake?” Joe asked, suspicious.

“Can’t sleep,” I said, clutching my head like I had a headache. I noticed the wet bedsheet and covered it with the duvet.

“Why are you sweaty with the window open?” he asked.

“I’m not feeling well, Uncle,” I said, feigning weakness.

“I came for my knife,” he said, searching.

“I didn’t see it,” I said.

“It fell here,” he said, looking at the floor.

“You took it out,” I said.

“Shut up, Princess!” he yelled, searching. I prayed he wouldn’t look under the bed.

But he bent down, checking. I held my breath, sweating. Suddenly, he screamed, clutching his bloodied eyes.

“Uncle!” I gasped. Eddie emerged, holding Joe’s blood-stained knife. “Come with me now,” he said, pulling me.

“Where?” I asked, glancing at Joe writhing in pain.

“Anywhere but here,” he said, leading me to the window. I climbed the mango tree, Eddie behind me.

“Princess, come back!” Joe groaned. “I’ll find and ki--ll you both!” he yelled as we jumped down.

I saw him struggling to stand. “We need to run,” Eddie said, pulling me into the dark street.

“Where? This is your house,” I said, confused.

“Our old house, for now. I’ll ask Dad to bring my things,” he said, running.

“Sh--it!” he said, looking at his hand.

“What?” I asked.

“My wristwatch fell in your room,” he said, sighing.

“What do we do?” I asked, scared.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get another,” he said. I nodded.

“What about your school?” I asked, far from home.

“I’ll manage. Your safety matters,” he said, walking normally.

“I can’t believe you stabbed his eyes,” I said, staring at the knife.

“Had to. He almost saw me. It’ll keep him from recognizing me,” he said, smiling.

“I’m still scared,” I said, glancing around.

“We’ll be fine. He’ll be in jail soon,” he said, stopping at a house. “This is our old house, still ours.”

“Nice,” I said, admiring the cushions and TV.

“Your home now,” he said, ki--ssing me lightly. I smiled.

“Sit. I’ll find food or drink. You haven’t eaten well,” he said. I nodded.

“Dad keeps the fridge stocked,” he said, checking it, while I watched, grateful to be free after two years.

I prayed Joe wouldn’t find us, especially Eddie, after all he’d done for me.

TBC…

CHAPTER 23

Uncle Joe’s POV

I paced my living room, thinking about the guy under Princess’s bed. His build seemed familiar, like someone from that boy’s house.

I needed answers. I dragged the boy to another warehouse, far from the street, tying his hands behind him.

“Uncle, what did I do?” he asked, scared.

“I’m finding out,” I said, noticing he wasn’t wearing my bracelet.

“Where’s the bracelet?” I asked, frowning.

“Sorry, I took it off to sleep and forgot to wear it,” he said, nodding.

I held up a wristwatch. “Whose is this?” His face showed shock.

“I don’t know,” he stammered. I grew suspicious.

“Do you have an older brother?” I asked, sitting before him.

“Brother? No, no,” he stammered.

“I saw a guy like you in your house,” I said.

“You’re mistaken,” he said, shaking his head.

“Don’t fool me!” I yelled, standing.

Searching him, I found his phone. It was locked. “Open it,” I ordered.

“That’s my privacy,” he protested.

“Now!” I said, showing a knife. He swallowed hard.

“My password’s complex. I need to type it. Untie me?” he asked, showing his hands.

“Fine,” I sighed, freeing his hands and handing him the phone.

“Be fast,” I yelled. Suddenly, he hit my torso and ran for the exit.

“Ryan!” I groaned, in pain. I hadn’t drugged him—a mistake.

I struggled to stand, chasing him. He was just a kid; I’d catch him.

Ryan’s POV

I ran as fast as I could. Opening my phone would’ve revealed Eddie and me on my wallpaper, or worse, my call history.

I knew the route and dialed Eddie, panting. He answered instantly.

“Eddie, I was captured by Uncle Joe, but I escaped,” I said, running.

“What? Where was Dad?”

“I was waiting outside, but he got me first,” I said, still running.

“Where are you?”

“Royal Palace,” I said, looking around.

“That’s close. Hide somewhere safe. I’m coming with Dad,” he said.

“Hurry, I hit his torso,” I said.

“I’ll be there,” he said, hanging up.

I ran, seeing Joe closing in. I increased my pace, feeling weak. “Eddie, please come,” I prayed.

At a turn, I hid behind a building’s wall, covering my mouth to stay silent. My heart pounded as Joe’s footsteps neared.

He wasn’t running, just searching. His shadow approached. “God, I don’t want to di--e,” I prayed, sweating.

He stopped, looking around. As he turned away, my phone rang. I switched it off, but his shadow turned back.

TBC…

CHAPTER 24

Eddie’s POV

I rushed from the house, searching for Ryan. Princess wanted to come, but I refused—it would complicate things.

I called Dad, saying Ryan was captured and cops were needed. I grabbed Joe’s knife as my only defense and ran to Ryan’s location, but he wasn’t there.

“Ryan!” I called, getting no response. Scared, I prayed, “God, help my brother.”

I called his phone; it rang, then went off. “Sh--it, Joe has him,” I thought, running through paths Ryan might take.

At a turn, I saw a leg being dragged. “Ryan,” I thought, following to a staircase. I climbed, gripping the knife.

On the top floor, Ryan lay crying. “Ryan!” I ran to him, but someone hit me with a stick from behind.

“Argh!” I yelled, falling before Ryan. “Eddie,” he cried. My head throbbed, but I held the knife, trying to stand.

Joe kicked me down, grinning, his wounded eye covered. He pressed his foot on my knee, hitting it, making me scream.

“Thought you could run?” he yelled, squatting to glare at me. I spat blood in his face.

He slapped me hard, knocking me down. “Daddy, come fast,” I prayed.

“No one saves you today, not after this!” he yelled, showing his cut eye. “You stole evidence from my house. You really like her,” he sneered.

How did he know it was me? He took my knife, tapping it on his palm. “This took something precious,” he said.

“Don’t hurt my brother,” Ryan cried.

“Oh, I shouldn’t, after what you and Princess did? Maybe I’ll ki--ll you first,” he said, advancing on Ryan.

“No!” I yelled, leaping onto his neck, choking him. “Run, Ryan!”

He hesitated. “Run!” I yelled again, feeling a sharp pain as Joe stabbed my arm. I groaned, falling, losing my grip.

Princess’s POV

I couldn’t stay home knowing Eddie faced Uncle Joe. I grabbed a small knife from the kitchen, tucking it into my pa--nties.

Eddie’s father arrived with police cars. He saw me outside and ran over. “Princess, stay here. I’ll find them with the cops,” he said.

“No, I’m going,” I said firmly.

“Stay in the car during the operation,” he said, starting the engine. “I hope I can,” I muttered.

He used a radio. “Have you tracked the number?”

“Yes, sir, we’ve found the location,” came the reply.

“Good, take the lead. We’re behind you,” he said, hanging up.

The police cars moved, and we followed. “You’re powerful,” I said, smiling.

“Maybe,” he said, focused. I touched the knife, thinking, “I’ll slit Joe’s throat myself. Jail’s too good for him.”

TBC…

CHAPTER 25

Princess’s POV

We drove, my eyes on the window. Suddenly, I saw Ryan running from a nearby street. “Stop the car!” I yelled, halting the car.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s father asked, breathless.

I jumped out, running to Ryan. “Are you okay? Where’s Eddie?” I asked, seeing his sweaty, tear-swollen face.

“He’s in that house,” he panted, pointing to a path.

“What house?” I asked, looking back.

“The only two-story building here,” he said, crying.

“Ryan!” his father yelled.

“I’ll get Eddie. Go to your father,” I said, sprinting toward the building.

“Princess, don’t go alone! Let the cops handle it!” he shouted. I ignored him, running. If Eddie was hurt, I’d never forgive myself.

I reached the under-construction house. “Eddie!” I yelled, searching. No response. My voice echoed as I climbed to the top floor.

I saw Uncle Joe strangling Eddie, both bloodied. Eddie looked lifeless. “Let him go!” I yelled, rushing forward.

Joe turned, his wounded eyes glaring. “Look who’s here, the girl I fed for two years, betraying her uncle,” he said, releasing Eddie and approaching me.

I backed away, reaching for my knife. He lunged, slapping me hard. I fell, clutching my cheek in pain.

“I swore I’d ki--ll you like your mother. Didn’t think it’d be this easy,” he said, pulling me close, trying to ki--ss me.

“You ki--lled my mother?” I asked, shocked, glancing at Eddie.

“Your detective didn’t tell you? Didn’t want to hurt you,” he mocked.

“How could you? We loved you, and you ki--lled her!” I yelled, furious.

“Not just her, your father too. Let me tell you what your lover hid,” he said, forcing me to sit as he paced.

“I never loved your family, just your money. I wanted to f--ck your mother, but she resisted, so I did it before ki--lling her. I saw you, so like her, but you hated me, so I planned this,” he said, grinning.

I sobbed, heartbroken. “Why didn’t Eddie tell me?” I thought, seeing him on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, crying.

“Enough drama. Let’s get to business,” Joe said, reaching for my gown. I struggled, grabbing the knife.

Police sirens blared outside. Shocked, Joe looked out. I pushed him down, stabbing his palm. He groaned, face red.

Eddie stood, grabbing a plank and smashing it on Joe’s legs. Joe yelled. Eddie held him down as I sat on him.

“Do justice, Princess!” Eddie said, angry.

“For Father!” I yelled, cutting off his right thumb.

“For Mother!” I yelled, cutting his right index finger.

“For Ryan!” I yelled, cutting his left thumb.

“For Eddie!” I yelled, cutting his left index finger.

“For me!” I yelled, stabbing his other eye.

“Argh!” he screamed, blood pooling. I wasn’t satisfied.

“Weapons down!” cops yelled, storming in.

TBC…

CHAPTER 26

Eddie’s POV

Cops rushed in as Princess dropped her knife. Dad ran to us. “Are you okay?” he asked as they carried the bloody Joe out.

My stabbed arm bled heavily. “Yes, Father,” we said, exhausted.

“Ambulance is coming,” he said, smiling.

“Where’s Ryan?” I asked.

“Here,” he said, revealing Ryan.

“Eddie!” Ryan ran to me. I hugged him despite my pain.

“We did it,” he said, looking at us. We nodded. He hugged Princess too.

“Thank you, Ryan,” she said, smiling.

The ambulance siren sounded. Nurses bandaged my arm and led me to the vehicle, treating Princess’s minor injuries.

I felt guilty for not telling Princess about her parents’ mu--rders. I didn’t want her hurt or reckless. I needed to explain, even if she got mad.

At the hospital, I was taken to a ward for treatment.

Princess’s POV

Outside Eddie’s ward with his father and Ryan, I thought about Joe’s words. Was he after our property? Did he succeed?

“Princess, you okay? Eddie will be fine,” his father said, smiling.

“It’s not that,” I said sadly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“My uncle said he ki--lled my parents for our properties. I’m wondering if he got them,” I said, weeping.

“Don’t cry, Princess. You’re strong. I’ll handle the property issue,” he said, smiling.

“Really?” I asked, hopeful.

“Yes, you deserve a better life,” he said, tapping my shoulder.

“Thank you, sir, for treating me like a daughter,” I said, wiping tears.

“Anyone Eddie loves, I love. He picks the best,” he said. I nodded shyly.

“What about Mother?” I asked, eyes wide.

“Oh, sh--it,” he said, checking his phone. “47 missed calls!”

“Not good,” I said, shaking my head.

“I’ll handle her,” he said, stepping out.

Ryan sat beside me. “I saw your work on Joe’s body. You’re a fighter,” he said, smiling.

“Only to those who deserve it. Joe got what he earned. I hope he rots in jail,” I said firmly. He nodded.

“Will you live with us?” he asked, excited.

“I don’t know, Ryan. Your parents decide,” I said, holding his hands.

“If they allow it, will you?” he asked.

“Yes, Ryan. I want a loving family,” I said, smiling.

“Thank you,” he said, hugging me.

“No, thank you. You were in danger because of me,” I said, patting his back.

“I did it because you’re my friend and Eddie’s lover,” he said, winking.

“Ryan, you’re still a kid,” I giggled.

TBC…

CHAPTER 27

Princess’s POV

A week later, we were home, everyone happy. Eddie and Ryan were fine, and we’d forgotten Uncle Joe.

Eddie’s parents, now mine, took me in, buying me clothes and shoes. Mother washed my hair, and I loved it.

Father pursued my parents’ properties, updating me regularly. I sat on Eddie’s lap in his room, watching a movie, his arms around my waist.

I turned, catching him engrossed. He looked down, smiling. I stared at his lips.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, his d--ick twitching.

“I want to say something,” I giggled.

“What?” he asked, lowering the TV volume.

I faced him. “Eddie, I’d be nothing without you. You freed me, risking your life and family. You loved me despite my past,” I said, tears falling.

“Baby, you’re not cheap, just a victim,” he said, cupping my face. “I loved you the moment I saw you. You’re my first love, and I’ll protect you.”

“Thank you. I love you,” I said, smiling.

“I love you too, Princess,” he said, ki--ssing me deeply.

The door opened. “Oops,” Ryan said, making us giggle.

“Ryan, you ruin plans,” Eddie laughed.

“Sorry. Princess, Dad wants you downstairs,” Ryan said, parading like a teacher.

“I’ll be there,” I said, giggling. He winked and left.

“I’ll be back,” I said, ki--ssing Eddie.

“I’m coming,” he said, pulling me downstairs.

We found Father, Mother, and Ryan smiling. “Here come the lovers,” Ryan grinned, and we laughed.

“Good afternoon, Father, Mother,” I said, approaching.

“Afternoon, dear,” they replied. Mother brushed my hair.

“Princess, I have news,” Father said, smiling. I sat beside Eddie, anxious.

“I spoke to the lawyers about your properties,” he said.

“Okay,” I said, eager.

“You’re getting them back soon!” Mother yelled. I leaped, hugging them.

“Thank you!” I said, thrilled.

“Not yet,” Mother said, making me anxious.

“We want you to start school. You’ll take exams for Eddie’s college, bills on us,” she said, smiling.

“School! My dreams!” I yelled, hugging Eddie tightly.

“And lastly,” Ryan said.

“What’s that, Ryan?” I asked, smiling.

“Happy birthday!” he yelled. Flowers fell on me, and a chef brought a cake with “19” on it.

“Oh my God!” I gasped, covering my mouth.

“How’d you know?” I asked, surprised.

“Cops found your diary at your uncle’s,” Father said, handing it to me.

I burst into tears of joy. “Sweetie, we’re here for you,” they said, sitting close.

“Camera man, now,” Father said. We posed on the couch, smiling for the photo.

Author’s POV

This story was inspired by God. No matter your situation, never lose hope. Your helper may be near.

Princess could’ve given up, but she held on, going to the window, and hope saved her.

For people like Joe, change to avoid his fate. For those like Eddie and Ryan, keep helping—your reward awaits.

TBC…