She woke up with hair in her mouth, she reached up to move it, but her hair was tying her hands down too. It had been a while since she had gotten herself into this big a mess, that was why she always braided her hair before she went to sleep.

Then why hadn't she done that last night?

She tried to remember last night, but couldn't. It was as if her memory was blocked.

Opening her eyes, she realized she wasn't in her bed. She wasn't in any bed at all!

She was wrapped cacoon style in her hair that was hanging from a beam on the ceiling of a large empty room.

Her wrists were tied together above her head, in hair. Her mouth was gagged, with hair. And her ankles were tied together, with hair.

Apparently the person who tied her up had a sense of humor.

She had hair about fifteen feet long. Most people would say it was blonde, but it was really a deep gold, with hints of red throughout it, almost the color of fire, a rich fire.

"Hello princess, nice of you to join us." A voice came out of nowhere.

Using her tongue, the hair was quickly out of her mouth.

"Us?" She asked, she hadn't heard anyone else, but then, she hadn't heard him until he decided to speak.

"Yes, well, my companion is of the silent sort." The voice quickly supplied.

"The kind of silence imaginary friends use?" She asked, smiling to herself.

"Yes! That is exactly..... Hey!" She could imagine him nodding his head before realizing her meaning.

"He does exsist, and I would watch my mouth if I were you." The man was surprized that a common civilian, such as this girl, could be as calm as she was. Not only did she seem relaxed, she was audacious enough to make such bold remarks.

What he didnt know, was that she was a retired (or in other words she was taking a break) spy for the country.

She had been training since she was five, and had gone on over twenty missions in her career, which was a lot for a twenty three year old, the average life expectancy of a spy being nineteen.
And the name princess? That was just a weird nickname this kidnapper was calling her.

The man finally showed himself. A tall man, with dark hair and a mysterious quality about him. His dark green eyes told of secrets better kept. His black dress suit spoke volumes of how he carried himself. And with his mouth set in a grim line, he looked a man not to be crossed.

He hadn't been lying, he did have a silent friend. Or rather, one that barked, his so called friend was a caucasion shepherd dog. The same breed used in the toughest Russian prisons, and this one wasn't very happy, if the looks of it's teeth glinting through it's snarl gave anything away. The dog let out a big growl, and was about to pounce on the girl when.....

"Solomon! Stop!" The dog, in complete obedience, went silent.

"So what is it you want?" She asked.

"Nothing I want, I assure you. But you'll find out you're fate soon enough."

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, "So helpful."

"Glad to be of service dear." he said with a smile that didn't look half bad on his hansom face.

She gave him a snarky smile in return.

"Now, if you want to get out of this.... mess," he said, motioning to her hair. "just say the word, I'll be happy to cut you down." he finished with a smirk.

Her eyes went wide with the realization of his threat. The only thing more precious to her than her har was.... Well, nothing was more precious to her than her hair.

She glared at his retreating back, not able to come up with all the nasty things she wanted to call him.