79. Moving In Next Door?
Feeling heroic, Rosella took a couple steps back, and then planted as good a kick as she could muster with her slender
leg. Having removed her shoes earlier to keep quiet, her stocking foot connected with the sturdy wooden cell door in a
dramatic… nothing. It didn’t even budge. The only thing that Rosella managed to do was snag the foot of her nylons on
a splinter in the door, which caused her to lose her balance and fall gracelessly on her behind.
Many moments passed while she grunted and groaned trying to get free, but the snagged toe seam held fast. All she
managed to do was to stretch one foot hideously longer than the other which looked very tacky, and left her in a very
awkward position to try and get free. Rosella continued playing the “stretching” game with fruitless results when a more
immediate problem presented itself. While she was fussing with her wardrobe, in walked a pair of Lolotte’s goons on
guard duty for the dungeon. Even with their empty sightless eyes, Rosella could tell they were quite pleased to see the
“snagged” princess. The hulking albino skinned monsters with folded leather wings on their backs marched toward
Rosella’s cowering form. The trembling princess had run out of time to escape. Her rescue plan had turned out to be a
very bad idea indeed as the two goons reached out toward Rosella’s quivering body. One grabbed Rosella’s lush
blonde hair in a clawed hand and began to drag her across the room, while the other eyed the stretchy white fabric
coming off the end of her foot curiously. After a foot, the one could drag her no further. She had actually come up off
the floor, her hair stretched out, being dragged by the goon, while the toe of her nylons still held her fast to the other
wall. The goon gave a yank on Rosella’s scalp, but she could be pulled no further. The goon growled his discontent,
ignoring Rosella’s terrified screams, but his partner had figured things out by that point, and with a swipe of his claw, he
cut the strange stretchy fabric free of the cell door. The springy release sent Rosella sliding forward from the goon’s
grasp on her hair. She crashed the opposite door open and slid painfully into the cell. Pulling the door shut, the goon’s
grunted in satisfaction of their new resident. Locking the cell, they checked on their caged fairy across the way.
Satisfied that everything was secure, the two goons continued their rounds of the castle.
A few hours later, Jenna came floating into the dungeon and peered in through the bars of Rosella’s cell. She found the
princess sitting on a small pile of rotten straw with her knees draw up to her chin, looking rather haggard.
“Rosella!” cried the fairy
“Jenna!?” the defeated princess looked up with hope in her eyes. “Jenna you have to get me out of here!”
“I can’t believe you got caught, Rosella. You’ve failed us all.” With that, Jenna floated out of sight from the little window.
“What? No wait, Jenna, come back, please!” but Rosella’s cries went unanswered. The hours passed into days, and
those into weeks. Slowly but surely, the princess’s clothes began to fit a little big, and before long, even her pantyhose
were loose. By then it was too late. Rosella headed the way of the chained skeleton in the cell next door.
-The End
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