Bailey still couldn't fathom the words that had come out of that guy's mouth as she lay on the ground in the farthest corner of the cell that she was in. She wanted to believe that this was all some sort of sick joke and that he was pulling her leg but by the expression on his face his words held some important meaning and he was not afraid to pull through on his threat.

Closing her eyes, she contemplated her escape, especially if Bes was actually going to kill her.

She had met some very rude, ignorant men before but this man just took the whole damned cake. Albeit she realized that she was just as much of a bitch to him as he was being an asshole to her. She closed her eyes, silently counting to ten before opening them back up again. She didn't want to die and Bailey began to seriously consider the level of her sanity. She wanted to know where she was and why the hell she was there.

She also wanted to know exactly what Bes meant by Pharaohs and not knowing about America and that she would be impressed by where she was?

She had a feeling that whatever the answer that she would receive at some point in time that her reaction wouldn't be a good one. Albeit, her own attitude towards the whole ordeal couple with Bes' sure didn't help her situation at all, and she highly doubted that it'd help her reaction either.

Guilt seemed to rise in her conscience. Maybe she should apologize and try to get along with the guy. Although, his anger management problem was going to be an issue for sure and she was dubious about being able to really do anything about it.

Sighing, she closed her eyes again, allowing the silence within the dungeon to lull her in and out of sleep. Bailey never acknowledged how much she was tired until it hit her like a ton of bricks.

She began to doze off, vaguely thinking of the slight possibility that her food or drink she had earlier was spiked and that its effect was to make the victim have partial amnesia and hallucinations. Yes, that's exactly what she had to be going through. Because surely none of this was real.

Well, that's what she believed until a shout filled the dungeon when her heart skipped a beat and her eyes flew open, her head snapping to the side to where she heard the voice.

Bailey fought the urge to roll her eyes as she watched the jerk from before come strolling into the main area of the basement prison. He looked at her with slight disappointment and Bailey frowned.

Why the hell would he be disappointed for? Her mind questioned as she laid her head back down onto the floor. She yawned, feeling fed up with this guy and the assault that she had already gone through.

Even if he was pretty damned hot.

A groan escaped her, Bailey clenched her eyes shut, berating herself for even thinking of something like that.

"Are you alright?"

Bailey opened her eyes at the slight concern coating his voice. And when she did she cringed, wishing that she hadn't.

"Yep. I'm fine but can you please get your family jewels out of my face?"

Bes scowled, looking more than confused. "...My what?"

Bailey's face burned with embarrassment as she pointed in the direction in which she assumed was where his genital area was. "Your....you know."

It took a moment for the young king to realize which she was referring to but when he did he chuckled. "Such appropriate responses from a maiden. However, it is odd that one of your age should react as an...inexperienced girl."

You've got to be kidding me! Bailey growled out in frustration. She did not want to get into this. Not right now. "Well, yeah, whatever. Get out of my face or else I will."

"You still do not believe who I am?"

"Not a fucking chance."

"Very well." He sighed, snapping his fingers, "You will follow me back to the throne room. We have plenty to discuss."

Bailey didn't look in his direction until she heard the rustling of his feet retreating from her spot. "Oh, you mean where I act like I'm listening to what you're saying and pretend to follow your orders?"

Bes didn't have time to respond as the guards were coming into the cell and roughly pulling her up onto her feet. She gave them a glare, her temper rising. "Do you really have to be so damned pushy?"

"If it is the only way to get you to obey my orders then so be it."

Bailey's angered glare turned to him. She could just imagine the different ways in which she could murder him and no one would think anything of his death.

Or would they?

She grumbled something incoherently as they all exited the dungeons. Bailey, needless to say, did not enjoy being dragged up the steps but once they were in the halls her jaw dropped in awe. The sight before her was absolutely breathtaking. Her eyes skimmed over the hieroglyphics that lined the fifty foot golden walls. Every few feet it looked as though a new story began. Depictions of birth, death, and battles lined the walls.

She so badly wished that she could read the words but it wasn't as though Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics had been offered as a class at her high school.

Still, though, she supposed if she spent much more time in Egypt she might be able to find someone to reach her to read them.

Bailey yelped when the guard on her left yanked her hard into another corridor, almost causing her to bump right into him but she thanked whichever force allowed her not to. She had a feeling that she was already in deep enough trouble. Why cause unnecessary torment to her already worn out body?

Letting out a slightly frustrated growl, she saw a huge set of golden double doors with two guards placed at either side of them. A frown formed as she looked at them as they approached. Was this where the throne room was located?

She noticed how the guards bowed to their supposed King before opening the door and all four of them walked in. Glancing behind, Bailey saw them close. An unsettling feeling formed in the pit of her stomach then. She swallowed, looking at the long, equally golden table located to the right of where the throne sat on their right. Stepping down the three golden steps Bailey was led to the table where Bes sat down, motioning for her to join him.

"Sit."

She paused at the word, her gaze narrowing at the man in front of her. "Do I look like a dog to you?"

He leaned back in his seat and in a very bored tone replied with: "Your insubordination is really becoming a nuisance, woman. Perhaps, the dungeons sound much pleasant?"

Biting back the remark she wanted to say she sighed. "No. Not really."

Bes gave a lop-sided smirk. "Good. Now sit, you must be famished after what has happened to you."

Bailey paused in her movements before she slowly took the proffered seat beside him. All she wanted to do was punch him in the face and to mention the fact that, it technically was, he who started the whole ordeal that caused her to get bit by a snake and then all the craziness that had followed. They kept quiet as servants placed plate after plate of bread, fruits, vegetables, and meat on the table before them. They placed empty goblets on either side of them and two young servants, no older than seven years of age, lingered by the table.

Both of them took a step back and with bowed heads asked if they would like beer or wine.

"Uh....beer?" Bailey replied with uncertainty. She watched as the boy closest to her poured the beverage into her goblet, bowed, turned around and left. Soon followed by the other boy.

Bes motioned to the food, prompting her to help herself. She just sat there, watching as he grabbed a grape from one of the bowls and plopped in his mouth. She held back her disgust as he chewed with his mouth open, she had the urge to tell him to chew with his mouth closed, but with her experiences so far with this guy, she did not want to try her luck any further.

Well, at least not yet anyway.

Instead she gave a mumbled; "Thank you."

He looked at her with confusion; "Whatever for?"

Realization then dawned on him as she held up her still injured arm.

"Your gratitude is not needed."

"Well, you've got it anyway."

"What is your name again?" Bes asked, plopping another grape in his mouth.

"Bailey."

"How did you get all the way into the desert, Bailey? What purpose did you have in being out there?"

"I'm not sure." She admitted quietly. "The last thing I remembered was being in the Cairo museum and now I'm here. Everything in between is fuzzy."

A new voice broke through their conversation.

"Which should be expected considering the spell used on someone not of this time."

Bailey's heart skipped a beat. She glanced from Bes to the man behind them. "What do you mean 'not of this time'?"

The man licked his lips. A nervous tick. "Somehow, my lady, you have managed to travel back in time."