The stench of the dampend walls filled her nose, one of the few things she could sense was smell. And of course that infernal dripping fading in the ambiance of silence and her somewhat soft moans, arms raised high behind her head, moisture leaking from the brick wall of the chamber, the rough stone floor stabbed into her shin blood slowly dripping from the wound, the darkness of the room she was sealed in for so long now she was somwhat use to it though being blindfolded almost all day it was hard to tell the difference. Alice or well that's what she remembers ot to be. After so much time and pain her mental state was deteriorating slowly each day it was a hell she had no hope of escaping. She shivered as the moisture and cool breeze from the walls collided onto her bare skin, masked face with a tight latex material no feeling could be felt on her face she knelt from the wall chained arms up high.
The sound of creaking wooden door slowly opened loud thuding footstep upon the stone floor. "Good afternoon princess" the newcomers voice sounding rough and snorty clearing his throat. Suddenly her strenght returned to her as she started to struggle and pull from her restraints no matter how futile. She knew one thing. She would not let him brake her.
Her hair pulled up hard, a Sharp cool object pressed against her skin, a dull blade. As if knowing of the possible danger her body resisted trying to pull away from the witness, moans pouring from her mouth trying to escape without any chance of success.
"Now, now no need to make this unnecessarily difficult for us now" the man said deeply " the blindfold was torn of her face allowing her to see once more, her vision blurred eyes needing to adjust to the now candle lit room. Instinctively she tried to fight back against her captor to no end unable to produce words after being gagged and broken for so long most cognitive function had seized.
"My, my someone's spoiled today" the mans knife dug slightly cutting into skin. "and after all the effort of giving you a gift" her eyes widened as he spoke with a hint of vilenes in his tone. In the far side of the room lay a set of old bloodied armour, blue stripes indicating a some kind of nobility. It looked familiar somehow but was unable to figure out how. Sighting her captor was now visible in the light as her eyes started to adjust. He was as deceiving handsome as she remembered the day he bought her one maybe more years. Telling time was hard stuck in the dark basement she now knew as home, he leaned into her space mocking her. I'm not surprised you don't remember. This is the armour of the elerion family" his tone failing to hide his compent. As if a rush of emotions flushed into her mind hearing that name she started to whimper. Almost as if she knew who's it was, she spoke softly as a tear ran down her check as it clicked "no"
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Fallen (Incomplete)
FantasyTo be decided However any advice and cristism would be appreciated This is my first story i have written/writing and going off my thoughts and ideas. I hope to rewrite as i go onwards
