The Prince Rescued His Mate

Chapter Thirty-three

Diana's pov

I regained consciousness slowly and I tried to wriggle my hands but noticed they were bound to each other but I kept trying. I opened my eyes and it was a sack over my head and panic began to set in.

I couldn't speak because my mouth was taped. Under the mask I could feel the tears now slowly dripping down my face until it soaked the tape and embraced my lips with its salty taste.

I tried to plead, But it came out all muffled.

My breathing increased and I began to thrash around. I also noticed that my legs were bound to each other as well. The more I continued to wiggle the more the binds cut through my skin, the pain made me wince But that didn't stop me from trying to get out of the ropes.

The more I continue to stay like this the more I'm being reminded of the time at the palace before I had one of the locks jammed indicating an entry and then the sounds of the king's voice. The electric buzz of the machine, the cold water, the prince staring down a