The last of the tranquilizer was wearing off, and Piper felt familiar hands on her naked flesh. The last thing she remembered was getting out of her car.
Had they finally found her then? She’d been running from Devyn and his mob henchmen for months, knowing that he planned on making her his.
She remembered running, a voice warning her to stop. Then, darkness. As his hands roamed over her body, she had to admit that it wasn’t a bad way to go.
Piper slowly opened her eyes. It wasn’t Devyn or his men. Prince Zaroc smiled. “My Beautiful Princess”
Flash Fiction Friday is a story told with an assigned photo using exactly 100 words.