Wolversons Queen

I smile as I dance, the mask firmly in place, sealing my identity and hopefully helping me with my conquest. I turned eighteen today, not that you would think it by looking at my life and how I spent today. People will look at me and see freedom, a city to explore and enjoy. That, though, is a shocking lie. I'm in prison. This city is my prison, and I have no way of escaping and no way of changing things.

I continue dancing with this sweet guy. He has no idea who I am, which I like. If he knew, he wouldn't be near me. Actually, if he knew, he would likely be screaming, ‘The Princess is here’. Yeah, because the Princess should never be here. I have a list of places I can visit. The rest are no-gos. According to my family anyway. Solace City, my parents' city, my prison.

My hands pull him closer as I dance. I begin feeling myself relax and smile as we talk. How free can you really be in a city where most people know who you are? And those who don't? Well, if they even try to touch you, people tell them exactly who you are. That you're not to be touched. I hate my family, and I hate this fucking city. Leaning forward, I kiss him, pulling him back into a quieter place. My hands move down his body and remove his belt.

My excitement rises when he allows me to. He turns, pinning me against the wall and kissing me. A quiet moan escapes my lips as I feel his shaft harden against me and his kiss becomes more fierce and powerful.

“Are you sure?” His words are stupid. Why wouldn't I be sure? I need this, I need this so that I know it was my choice who I fuck.

“Yes.” I don't want to talk, so I force my lips against his, while his hands slide up my legs to my ass, palming it.

“Princess!” I hear a man's voice and groan. I thought I had knocked that fucker out! “Masks off, now! Everyone.” I hear his voice as the room falls silent.

The guy pulls away, hearing it too. “We need to go back out there. He sounds pissed.”

My hands grasp him and pull him closer. “Forget him, just fuck me.” Hell, this is the closest I have ever gotten. I move forward to kiss him, but he pushes me back.

“Remove the mask.” He looks at me as I shake my head. “It's you! I'm fucking dead. I am dead now.” He's clearly panicking. I guess tonight I won't be getting fucked - well, not in the sense I want, anyway. Yet, looking at him, I can see the fear in his eyes.

“Stay in here.” Turning, I walk through and see everyone sitting without masks on. Reaching up, I unwrap the mask and smile at Dalton. Hell, his head has a gash on it and is bleeding. In my defence, though, I warned him not to follow me.

“Car. Now.” He looks at me, the two guys behind him waiting for a fight. They know the truth. They touch me, they get hurt. Yet, they still have to somehow ensure I follow my father's rules. Rules I wish he would choke on in his sleep.

“I'm awfully comfy right now. Maybe later?” I sit down and smile. My legs swing up and rest on another chair as I lean back.

“Go see who was with her through there.” Dalton points to where I had come from, and I watch as one of the guys disappears into the room. I hope whoever I was dancing with escaped. Unfortunately, my luck is quickly squashed as I see the guy being pulled out without a chance to get away.