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I woke up in a stinking cell...again.

I felt like my life was constantly being put on repeat again and again.

The floor underneath me was concrete with patches of small puddles here and there. The walls were cracked and caked with grime. Only a small barred window, up high in the corner of the wall was the only source of light. The air here was thick and heavy with the smell of rotting flesh and the putridity of it was enough to put me off meat for twenty years.

Here I am again.

Alone.

In a cell.

Bored.

Possibly dying.

And no wi-fi.

No last minute selfie-before-I-die-in-a-cell-that-smells-like-diapers.

What has my life even come to?

Nothing really.

I moved my feet and the sound of metal scraping across concrete sounded.

I glanced down at my feet and found that they were encased in chunky steel ankle cuffs.

Ah, shit.

I suddenly stiffened when I heard footsteps and voices heading towards my cell.
The echoes of multiple pairs of feet hit the ground as I took a deep breath before I die in this cell, nah, I'd call it the septic tank.

"Yeah, you'll see for yourself," A voice said and I saw three men unlocking my cell, two of whom kidnapped me but I didn't recognise the third.

The rusty door squeaked opened with a terrible squeal.

The three stepped into my cell and I kept my head down. I saw their shoes in front of my eyes.

The middle pair of shoes looked like...blue flip-flops?

What are thoseee?

I pressed my lips together to keep in my laugh.

Dude, should've known better.

"Well, here she is. It's her right?" The voice I recognised as Ethan said.

"I don't know. She's not showing her face," A voice I didn't recognise answered.

I'm not showing my face, asshole.
I know it's beautiful but you don't deserve to look at it.

"Hey you, lift your head up and show us your face," Ethan's voice ordered.

I didn't budge.

"She's not moving. Phil, you try to get her to look up," Ethan scowled and I smirked.

Giving up so easily, Ethan?

"Lift your head up, girl!" Phil's voice which I recognised as my second kidnapper's voice barked.

"Is that suppose to be a motivational quote or something?" I asked without looking up at them.

"No, just lift your head goddamn it!" Phil shouted but I still didn't move a muscle.

I was stubborn that way.

He'll have to do a lot more than shout at me to look up. I was more stubborn than a mule.
This was fun, annoying your kidnappers.

I'm surprised that they hadn't tried to force me physically, to look up.

"Isadora, look up now," The stranger's voice spoke to me in a deep, sharp tone. I was so shocked at his steely tone that I immediately looked up to see what he looked like.

The stranger looked...beautiful.

He stood on the left hand side. Ethan stood in the middle, he was the one wearing the blue flip-flops and Phil stood in the right with his arms crossed.

Like, oh Lord have mercy.

He wasn't 'hot' or 'sexy'. He was simply beautiful.

He was like one of God's angels who would sing from heaven above.

He had wavy blonde hair and a pair of oceanic blue eyes. He was cute in a boyish way and had a tall and lanky build.

Cue the angels singing.

"Ah, I see that you are the one," He smirked haughtily, showing a row of milky, white teeth.

"What that's suppose to mean?" I asked in a slight daze, "This isn't like 'you are the chosen one' crap from martial arts movies, is it?"

He didn't seem the least bit impressed at my sarcasm and his perfect eyebrows furrowed together.

"I expect you to not answer me with smart ass comments," He bit out.

I sighed.

A beautiful face but such an ugly personality.

"Ugly personality?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Oops, said that out loud," I grinned sheepishly.

They all stood there glaring at me like they were waiting for what I would do next.

Pity, I'm too lazy to move my butt.

"Keep her here until he comes back. Don't be too hard with her, we want her to be alive and in one piece," Blondie said and turned to walk out of the cell.

"Wait! Who's this 'he'? What does he want with me? Answer me!" I called after him frantically.

"You'll find out for yourself very soon." Was all he said before the cell door squeaked shut again.

"Fuck!" I muttered angrily.

I slumped against the battered wall.

I hate asking questions because you never get the answer you expected.

It was nearly night, judging by the fading sunlight coming from the tiny window.

I was lonely and slightly scared. Why am I always alone?

Right now, for some oblivious reason, I wanted to be near Lucien. I know we never said much to eachother and we only shared a few kisses but a part of me felt like their was an invisible connection that bounded us together. I didn't know how to describe it correctly.

"Lucien, where are you?" I whispered into the musty air.

It's not like I was waiting for him to appear out of thin air and scream, "It is I, my love! I have come to whisk you away from this dreadful place!"

Now, I would've payed a lot to see that.

I grunted.

How dare this 'he who must not be named' dude kidnap me!

When he shows he's unwanted face then I'm going to choke the air out of his little lungs.

I ground my teeth together and balled my fists.

How dare he mess everything up even more for me and expect me to stay here like a helpless lamb! I wasn't going to stay here for another minute longer. I'm going to escape.

The sudden smell of burning metal drifted to my nostrils and I wrinkled my nose. I quickly glanced down at my feet and realised they were smoking.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked, "Somebody help me, I'm being barbecued by ghosts!"

Obviously no one was in the cell with me so nobody heard me.

I began to panic and a trail of sweat trickled down my forehead.

The smoke around my ankles got thicker and the metal turned to an amber colour and began to run down my feet like molten lava.

I shrieked again and waited for the burning pain.

But I didn't feel anything, not even a slight burn.

The heated, liquid metal continued to run down my feet until my ankles were free of the cuffs. As soon as all of the molten metal was gone off me, it began to pool together by an invisible force. I watched it with my mouth hanging open as it began to reform into the exact ankle cuffs that were on me. As soon as it accumulated together, its amber colour disappeared and it returned to its metallic steel colour.

Holy shit!

The untouched pair of ankle cuffs lay before me as I gaped at it. Was I Houdini or something?

I looked back down to my feet and saw that it was unharmed by the molten metal.

Whoah, that was crazier than Donald Trump on crack!

I slowly lifted myself off of the rough floor and ran over to the cell door.

I pulled at the handle but it was locked. Obviously.

I wrapped my hands around the bars and tugged with all of my strength, still nothing budged.

Then like what happened to the ankle cuffs, a plume of smoked surrounded my hands and the metal bars liquidised and ran through my fingers. I stared wide-eyed as the barred door of the cell, melted until there was a hole enough for me to walk through.

I steadily lifted my leg and placed it on what was to be the other side of the cell door. I swiftly pushed my body though the hole and turned back around. The liquidised metal began to gather back up again to form the cell door, its glowing red colour was replaced by its natural rusty one.

The entire cell looked untouched and in its normal state it was, with the exception that it had one less prisoner.

What was this place?

What was I?

I decided not to dwell too much on my thoughts as there was a task more important and that was to get out of here.
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Hello, my awesome readers!
Sorry for the late update. :(
Whoah! What was wrong with Isadora? What did she just do to those poor ankle cuffs and cell door? Well, I'll let y'all think about it. ;P
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-Donna <3