Monroe

//Chapter 1//

The room was dark. Adrianna sleepily rubbed her eyes, confused. She had went to stand up but got restrained by the chains attached to her ankle. She crashed down to the floor and cursed in pain. She rubbed her head, trying to remember at least something.

"Where am I?" She thought. Her long black tressed covered her eyes as she groped her hand around to find out her surroundings. She wounded herself on a broken shard of glass that was there under her palm. The warm blood trickled slowly down her arm.

A light turned on, showing her where a door was. She looked around the room with the bare minimum light. All she had seen was a barred up window and those damned chains.

The sound of metal clanking boots became heard. They seemingly got closer and closer with every step. Adrianna held her breath and looked through the bottom of the door. A voice, speaking some foreign language, began rapidly speaking with someone.

"La fille est toujours dans la cellule, Général." The mysterious man spoke.

"French...?" She whispered. "Cellule is cell. Am I... In jail?" She shook her head and sighed softly.

"Elle parle une autre langue."

"They don't know English." She thought.

Her mind raced to remember something that had happened beforehand. Her white t-shirt was torn and shredded, along with her jeans. Her hair was a matted mess and her shoes were missing.

She sat back against the wall and brought her knees to her chest. She began rocking herself back and forth in an attempt to call her down.

"Adrianna." A voice called out her name. The voice was low and husky. He tapped on the door before calling her name once more. "Adrianna." He sternly called out.

She nervously spoke. "Hello?"

"Adrianna, I'm going to talk to you."

"Can you let me out of these god-forsaken chains?"

"Yes, momentarily. But, I have to converse with you." He opened the door and turned on the lights.

"Bloody hell. Those damned lights are a bit much." She covered her eyes. "What is this about Mister...?"

"Just call me Adonis."

She raised an eyebrow. "I have always had a knack for mythology. Your name is Adonis, That name is the same of Aphrodite's slain husband. He was killed at the hands of Ares, the god of war. Just proves my philosophy of jealousy gets you nowhere."

"That is quite the incite. What do you know about Aphrodite?"

"Goddess of beauty, love, and lust. She is the lady of the doves. Her Roman name is Venus." She promptly answered.

"Quite the topic." He smiled. "But I believe that is not the matter we invaded your room to discuss."

"Then what was, Mister-- Adonis?"

He moved his jet-black hair away from the main areas of his face before staring his piercing green eyes into the blue eyes Adrianna possesses. "Now, What do you remember from the night of August twelfth?"