Tied

Tied

My innocence was stolen when I was abducted at five years old. For eleven years I held on by clinging to childhood fairytales. I waited for a prince to someday save me and carry me off to a happily ever after.

I had no idea my savior would come as a scarred recluse, covered in tattoos, who can’t—or won’t—speak a word.?Nevertheless, the moment our eyes met I knew he was the one.?My prince.
With his bare hands, he killed the monster who kept me captive. But people have a way of distorting the truth when the hero looks like a ...