"Redder! Wake up, you need to get up now!"
I heard a soft voice whisper to me.
"Wake up Redder," the voice whispered again.
I groaned, " Let me be, I want to sleep more."

The voice chuckled, "You can't sleep more Redder, it's time to wake up." I was so tired and sleepy, and the soft caress of my hair didn't help, it felt so nice to have someone play with my hair, it was new and gentle, I wanted nothing more than to sleep and hug the person with the gentle touch.

"Redder, I know you pass through difficult times, but know that a difficult time can be more readily endured, if you retain the conviction that your existence holds a purpose.
And always remember that great things are done not by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together."
"One more thing Redder, I hope you can act, because you will need it. Now wake up."

On hearing that, I opened my eyes slightly to witness a fading form of a white dress. But before I could put more thought into it, it disappeared quickly, into the dark.

"Now what the heck was that!" I exclaimed upon getting up.
"Finally, you are awake, I couldn't tell if you were dead or just acting to be."

I flinched upon hearing the unmistakable voice of Dean. But I couldn't see him, the place was just too dark.

"What's happening, where are we?"

"After sleeping for two days, I thought you would be smarter. Would you mind keeping your voice down? Or I'm sure you want to alert our captors that the princess is finally awake."

"What! We were kidnapped? And I slept for two days?" Just after my shout, I heard a hiss from the direction of Dean's voice and a loud bang, it sounded like a door opening, then footsteps.

Before I could do or say anything else, bright light exploded in the room, blinding me for a moment. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I searched the room for Dean, and found him in a corner. I stared at him with my jaw almost upon the floor, fear engulfed my bones as I took in the situation around me.

We weren't in a room like I thought. Dean had been hanging by his hands in chains, his legs were also chained to the floor and he looked battered, he was covered in blood and looked extremely weak. His eyes, which were a shade of sparkling blue, green, now looked a dull shade of purple.

We were locked up in a cell, a very disgusting cell, that was covered in dust and bones. I was on the verge of throwing up.

The door to the cell rattled, reminding me of my doom. The footsteps got closer, as I took a glance outside my cell, I noticed that it had been just one cell out of a dozen. And each cell carried two or one person each.

The cell opposite mine, housed a girl who looked almost dead, she also hung with chains just like Dean, but she looked more exhausted and close to death. Her hair looked like it was brutally pulled out of its roots and she had injuries scattered all over her body.

The next cell housed a man, he looked close to his late forties or more, I couldn't really tell. He looked even more beating than the first. One of his eye sockets dangled like a trophy on his face, and I noticed his chained hands missed a few fingers. The scars on his body had me turning my face in horror, as tears spilled out of my eyes.

The heavy footsteps stopped in front of my cell, revealing a man, a tall man to be more precise. Just from the boot he wore, I could tell he was a warrior. He towered above me by almost two inches. Even though he was that tall, he looked lanky, like a sick person. He reeked of rotten meat, and had a watery looking yellow eyes. If I wasn't disgusted before, I surely am now, just looking into his eyes.

He said nothing, and just opened the door. I moved as far back as I could, in fear of what was to come.

I didn't notice before, but I could see a fat heavy chain tied around his waist.

He wasted no time in grabbing me around my wrist, while I screamed and kicked him furiously.

He released me and went out of the cell, locking the door behind him.

"Do not do that again Banshee," Dean whispered to me.

"Do you think I would allow him to just chain me like that? He left didn't he? If he comes back again, I would show him I'm not to be messed with." I answered back.

The sound of slow, pain filled laugh echoed around the cell.

"She is a stupid one isn't she, Guardian?" The female at the opposite cell said.

" Oh, you have no idea." He replied.

" I'm happy not to be the only one to think so." Cicero also said.
"Wow, you even team up with a stranger, just to insult me?" I replied to both Cicero and Dean.
"And who are you? Are you a Valkyrie also?" I questioned the girl.

"No, I'm not a Valkyrie." She replied, I didn't get to question her again as the tall, smelling dude, returned with two companions.

He opened the door once again as the three men strolled in, all with different levels of a stinking smell. Just before I could move, they grabbed me, and instead of chaining me like I thought, they began to drag me out of the cell.
I stared in horror at Dean, who also looked uncomfortable at the situation. Just before I was completely dragged out, he gave me a nod, I don't know if it was a goodbye or a I'm with you nod, but I was terrified either way.

I was dragged out of the cells, and onto a couple of stairs. We came out of what looked to be a basement, into an abandoned building. It didn't look like a house rather it looked like an abandoned factory, as it was huge, and had many passages.
Just before entering into a room, two men came out dragging a body, or rather the remains of a body, out of the room. I honestly felt faint at seeing them drag out a dead person. And my body began to shake violently, Cicero tried a couple of times to calm me down, but how could she succeed when she was equally as scared.

I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I threw up, thankfully not on anyone, but on the cold concrete floor.

I held my torso, feeling all kinds of sick feeling in my bones. When the men successfully carried the body out, I was thrown into the room, and I fell to the floor, face to face with the blood of their last victim.

Screaming as loud as I could, I shot out and ran to the opposite side of the room, where a battered skull stared back at me.

Tall dude and his friends came in, picked me up and sat me down on a metal chair in the middle of the room.

They used chains to tie my hands and legs to the chair, my hand was at an uncomfortable angle behind the chair, while my legs were spread wide to the front legs of the chair.

After strapping me to the chair, they turned around and left the room.

Not long after their departure, the door opened, and in came a man. He seemed pretty normal and had nothing standing out to him. He had a long blonde hair, which had been left hanging to his neck, dull brown eyes and not over six feet tall. He was normal, and wore a normal Jeans pant, a button up black shirt and held a black briefcase. And of course he didn't have the award winning smell that everyone carried as a trophy here.

Upon his entry, he silently stood in a corner and observed me.

"You are not a werewolf," he stated.

Damn, if I said he didn't have anything standing out for him, I was so wrong. His voice sounded like the sound a glass makes when a sharp object is rubbed on it. It was high pitched and very sharp. Even in my state of fear, I couldn't help but release a small laugh.

I guess that was the wrong answer to give, because he had a looked of anger on his face as he pulled the brief case open, to reveal different types of torture equipments.

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Well... hello psychos. Isn't it a lovely day?

I feel so much better now, so I decided to drop this bomb, I hope y'all like it.

You know the drill, vote and comment or else I'll hunt you.

I'm just kidding... No, I'm not, you better vote. Muahahaha.

*Sends evil psychos to hunt down anyone who doesn't vote and comment. *😂😂😂

Anyways... What's your favorite color? Mine is Black, and it's not because it portrays my dark heart. 😃♥️♥️♥️