Biana's mouth clogged with bile. Prisoners in the cells across from her. Mad eyes. Drool. Biana's face scrunched up and her nose wrinkled. Where was she? "Hello?" she yelled. No response. Biana sat back down. Her cell was white and empty besides the tiny wooden stool. 

Biana closed her eye's trying to block out the noise of rasping and hacking coming from the cells near her. Her chest tightened and the room seemed to close in around her. "Having fun are we princess?" asked a cloaked figure. Biana's fists clenched. 

Nelie stood in front of her. Her cloak cast a shadow over her face, making it unrecognizable sable. Biana's eyes rimmed with red. Anger flooded her body. Nelie laughed. "So angry, to bad your not and inflictor." Biana gnashed her teeth. "What do you want!?" asked Biana. Nelie swiveled. "What do you think? Keefe." She said. Biana didn't flinch. "And?"

Nelie turned to Biana looking innocent. "Nothing else dearie." Biana smiled crudely. "We'll see." she mumbled under her breath. As soon as Nelie left Biana let out an enormous breathe.

What was the point of keeping her if she had no idea where Keefe was? They had to be looking for something else. And Biana wouldn't give it to them, whatever it was. 

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter I hope you enjoy!!!! 

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