Pierre My eyes are not open, and I already have one hell of a headache; the last thing I remember was Merna falling to the ground and mouthing sorry. That is when everything for me went dark; it was lights out. I moan as I try to move my arms and legs. The sound of metal and rock echoed in my ears with a loud clunk. I motioned to feel the surface that I was lying on. The floor was cold but dry, rough tho had no sharp points. With this new realization, my senses were brought to life. Shifting my hands slightly, the weight of the chain around my wrist was noticeable. Even a moron could figure out what was going on. My arms had been chained to the floor, and I was not getting out of this situation anytime soon. Moving my legs, they, too, were bound, "fuck!" I hissed. I try to focus my eyes, trying to see any sign of light. "Nothing!" I groaned. My irritation level is starting to build. "Fuck!" I growled. My ears perked up at the sound of crying, "female!" I whispered. “Merna?” I strained my hearing, "No, that isn’t her crying!" She has cried on my shoulder several times during our friendship. That isn’t her! "Could it be the female that was with dick dock?" What was her name again, “fuck, I can’t remember!” My head is pounding like there is no tomorrow. What about blondie? What is her name again? I snapped my fingers, “Camile!” "Is there anyone here with me?" I waited for a reply. The silence was my company. Only in the distance did I know there was life elsewhere. I enhaled deeply! Gagging at the scent of urine and fecal matter. It was clear! I knew I was in a holding cell, the real question was where. At times I thought that I could hear the trickling of water, yet I could not be foreshore. This situation was designed to break the intended; the intended this time was me, depriving their senses. Over time the intended will slip and become more compliant and easily moldable. I smirked; it would take more than this to break me. I cherish my solitude, the darkness, leaving interaction to a minimum. Minus the chains, this is heaven on Earth for me. Harshly, “Merna! What has that son of a bitch done to you?” I whispered. Merna I have never experienced the class of pain that I am enduring now. Everything in my being hurts, not the type of pain that a pill could numb; it would take an entire bottle of medicine to cure this pain. Possible a visit to the hospital!Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was a fireplace. The flickering of flames was low but still noticeable. I pushed myself up into the sitting position. My hands went straight to the side of my head as a wave of nausea rippled through my body. I had to place myself back onto the surface again. My body could not handle the misery and queasiness at the same time. There was a click as if someone had unlocked a door. A stream of light entered the dwellings causing me to wince and cover my eyes with my hands. With my eyes covered, I heard what sounded like a thud near my head as something was being placed on the floor. A female spoke, “The Master on this territory, has told me to inform you that you are to drink the liquid and change out of all of your clothing. He will be here soon!” Her tone was soft yet had a hint of fear in it. Whispering, “Where is Pierre?” I grasped my head as a new wave of agonizing wave of pain hit me. “Your companions are in the kennels!” She whispered. “You are lucky not to be placed there!” The sound of shuffling and the crackling of the fire brought my senses to life. I knew that the female was still in the room with me. I willed myself not to go searching for the female. Soft footsteps were all I could hear, moving away from me to the other side of the room. “If I were you, I would do what you are ordered; the Master does not like being disobeyed.” The female spoke before I heard the door being closed and the click of the door being locked once again. It took a bit before I moved; the thought of being physically ill was not appealing. “The Master?” It had to be the entity that attacked us in the field. There is nothing that would make me think otherwise. I forced myself to roll to my side. I lay there, allowing my mind and body to adjust to the situation that I was in. Once the nausea subsided, I pushed myself up slowly. Cautiously, I looked down to the floor. Near my feet was a pile of cloth and a tray with a single glass of liquid. I glared at the glass of liquid for some time. My mouth was dry, and I so dearly wanted something to drink, but should I trust this Master, or was this poison? “This is ridiculous; if he wanted me dead, I would not be here now!” I picked up the glass, smelling the contents first. It appeared to be plain water. I motion my hand and fingers over the mouth of the glass. I did a simple spell to see if anything had been added to the liquid that my nose would not catch. The liquid started to turn blue. The liquid had not been poison but something indeed had been added to the drink. Enhaling! The energy told me it was safe. Thinking more than twice, I decided to take a mouthful and taste alone, it seemed to be just water. After the content of the glass had been consumed, I picked up the cloth. It was a white cotton dress. The type of dress that is one size fits all. Under the dress were white slippers. I took my clothing off, dropped them to the ground and left my underwear and bra on.Lifting the cloth up and over my head, pushing my arms one at a time through the sleeves. The sleeve reached my wrist perfectly; it was not tight nor baggy, a perfect fit. I released the fabric from my hands, and the hem of the dress fell to the floor. I glared ahead of me; I was stuck in a state of numbness. I had gone into autopilot mode, not wanting to believe the situation that I had placed myself in. I sat back down on the bed, just glaring at the slippers I knew I was expected to put on. Instead, I folded my clothing neatly and placed them on top of my boots. I inhaled as I picked up one slipper, and pulled it over my foot, repeating myself for the next slipper. It must have been charmed to fit my foot size since there is no way the Master could have known my shoe size. The slippers were surprisingly comfortable, the best footwear I had the pleasure of using. I sat on the bed glaring at the fire, emptying all thoughts and fears from my mind. After a long time of not moving or doing anything, I realized that all signs of pain and nausea were gone. I smirked, “at least that is one good thing!” I felt something cold on my neck. Glancing down, a silver chain materializes with a pendant. I smirked at the thought that my creator was protecting me in my time of need. “Pierre!” My smirk was replaced with a frown, “I have failed you!” My eyes started to burn as the realization hit even harder than before. We were in a great deal of trouble; this kind of trouble is not something money could buy you out of. I wiped the stream of tears off my face. That did not help; the more I wiped the tears away, the harder I started to cry. I dropped myself to the bed and cried into the fur blanket. Markous I wake up with chains around my neck, “what the fuck is this bull shit!” I screamed. I placed my fingers around the cold iron trying to break free. I screamed out in fury; who would dare to do this to me, do they not know who I am? A drop of water fell onto my head, “You son of a bitch, let me go, or you will be sorry!” I screamed out loud. There was no response! Again, a drop of water fell onto my head. This only enraged me further. I stomped my foot on the ground, and the sound of splashing echoed off the walls. The son of a bitch locked me up in a location that is leaking water. I was not a fool; I had researched torture methods in my youth. If this was anyone else, it would have been laughable. “Do you know who I am?” Nothing! I tugged again at the restraints, and both of my hands held onto the chain as I pulled. By the feel of everything, the chain was linked to the ceiling, then brought down to lock in place on the wall that was behind me. I did not need any light to know how this all worked. I growled out loud! All the pain I was going to cause the person who did this to me was going to be sweet. They will learn never to cross my path ever again, that is, if I allow them to live. I have connections that, with the right amount of cash, will make anyone disappear. Another drop of water fell onto my head; I screamed, letting my captors know that I was awake and pissed off. With the click of a lock, the door slid to the side, allowing light in, but not enough. I did not wait for the door to be open to its fullest, “do you know who I am?” The male was partially visible at the entrance and said nothing. I have narrowed my eyes on this person, “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION; ANSWER ME!” I hollered. He motioned his body closer to the entrance but did not enter this place. Covered from head to toe in a red clock, only his lips were visible. When he smiled; I saw sharp white teeth. Moving the sleeves so that his hands were revealed. The tips of his fingers started to spark. His laugh is malicious and filled with hate. From the tips of his fingers, sparks jumped, and with the blink of an eye, the light started to head toward me. More specifically the water puddle that I was standing in. My body contorted in a way in response to the sudden pain that was jumping from my feet leading up to my body. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire. For thirty seconds, the lightning danced around my feet. Once I gained my self-control, I glared at this male. “When I get freed, I am going to cause you a great deal of pain. The kind of pain you will not survive!” The male threw his head backward and bellowed in laughter. His voice was low and dangerous, “I was thinking the same thing!” His tongue grazed the tip of his teeth as he smiled at me. Shuttering! In my 35 years of living, I have never felt fear, true horrifying fear. Before the male left, he sent me another blast of electricity. Causing my body to contort in positions I did not think I would ever experience. ‘Where the fuck am I?’ Emma My movement was restricted; there was a chain connected to my left ankle. I felt the surface that I had woken up on. A puddle of water was under me, maybe two centimetres deep. I covered my mouth with my hands as a whimper escaped my lips. The memories of events that had led up to now rushed into my mind. It started with a few tears falling down my face. The more I remembered, the stronger an urge to silently cry became necessary.While crying I used my hands to feel how long the chain was. I had a lead of at least five feet. The end had been linked to the floor. For the longest time, I leaned against the wall crying trying to figure out how I was going to get out of this situation alive. My mind would jump from my situation and worry about what was going to happen to me. “Hello!” I could hear the shouting of Markous in the far distance. I brought my legs and arms into my body, fearing the unknown. It felt like time was crawling slowly forward as I waited for someone to come and open the door to my enclosure. Did we come across a group of cannibals? I could not tell if it was night or day; there was no window nor the flickering of light in this holding. This realization only made me cry even harder. I jilted at the sound of Markous screaming. It was no longer him cursing but the scream of him enduring despair. I ended up peeing myself out of fear! My fear level was at an all-time high. They are going to eat us! In that instant of realization fight or flight kicked in, and I knew I would fight to the very bitter end. I was not going down without one hell of a battle. I whispered as I rocked myself back and forth. “Everything is going to be alright!” I kept on repeating over and over to myself. Steve Cold metal was grazing up my left leg, and the sound of cloth material was being cut. It was when the notion of the metal nearing my hip did I started to stir. I felt a hand grasp my ankle roughly, “what the fuck!” I screamed as my eyelids bolted open. Another hand grasped my other ankle firmly; again, the same actions were repeated with my right pant leg. I tried to focus my sight; the only light source was coming from the doorway. In the doorway stood a male with a toothy grin. All three individuals had a long red cloak on with their hoods covering the majority of their faces. I could see the eyes of the male that was standing at the door, his eyes were glowing yellow. His expression appeared as if he was enjoying this whole scene. I tried to move forward only to realize that I had a chain connected to my neck that was linked to the ceiling. There was more rattling as I tried to move my arms. Glancing to my right and left, each arm was tied to the side walls. The three males started to laugh as I started to panic, thrusting around like a wild animal! Realizing that I was in a lot of danger. My facial expression said it all! As my shirt was being ripped off my body with no care at all.“Where am I?” My treacherous voice gave way to the horror that I was feeling. The three individuals that were wearing a cloak stepped away from me. No one had responded to my question. They had stripped me of all of my clothing leaving me completely vulnerable. My stomach spins in anxiety. I thought I had gotten over this uneasy feeling the day I moved out of my parents' house. As a youth, each time my father would walk into a room that I was in, fear and anxiety were all that I could feel—not knowing what would happen next. I took a couple of deep breaths, counting my heartbeat as it pounded in my chest, to ten then calmly asked, “Would someone be so kind as to tell me where I am?” One of the males muttered words that I did not understand. Streams of white light came from the man's hands, out towards the chains that bound me. There was the sound of a click of metal. The chains that once bound me to the walls and ceiling had magickly been removed from my body as I watched the male in the doorway waving his hand in the air. “Take him to be bathed and prepare him for further inspection.” His voice was low and commanding.