Kidnapped
I was sitting on a cold, hard, wooden floor of a very rickety, old, closed up cart. Every single bump in the road hurt my backside. I was blindfolded with a rag that smelt like old socks. I was also gagged with a similar smelling rag.
My wrists were bound behind my back so I was sitting uncomfortably on them. My legs were also bound at the ankles. I guess my captors went all out after a wolf grabbed me by my jean’s leg and dragged me down the drive. Nobody cared. Then I was roughly picked up, gagged and blind folded by a rough as guts idiot and then thrown into this stupid rickety cart thing.
A huge bump sent me upwards so my head hit the roof with a bang. I let out a muffled cry of pain and started struggling with my bindings again.
“Hey! Knock it off!” Somebody yelled at me through the cart’s walls. I guess the cart was one that had slits in it because how else would they be able to tell I was struggling?
I stopped struggling with my bindings and tried to find the pocket knife I hid in my boots. Hopefully they didn’t take it off of me. And I said ‘they’ because I can hear a few people talking in a strange language. I took Spanish, French, Italian and Japanese but it’s none of those.
Another bump, another hit to the head, another scream. My gag actually fell out and my scream echoed a little bit. I stopped screaming and waited for a reaction from anybody.
“I told you to tie her up tight!” A woman, by the sounds of it, shouted.
“But it was a gag! How was I supposed to know how to tie that up!?” A man shouted back.
“Well for starters you are actually supposed to tie it up! You are not supposed to shove it in her mouth or she may have choked! The queen wants her alive, idiot!” Ooooohhhh Name Calling!
Then a few loud shouts sounded out. Apparently they were being blinded. Ha! KARMA! I am casually blindfolded and now they are being blinded. Ah, karma works in strange ways...
Then my cage was being unbolted. They didn’t bother with unbinding me, just roughly pulled me out and shoved me into someone else. They were awfully strong and hot temperature wise. Then I was thrown into another sort of cage.
Kidnapped twice in one day? Oh come on! I guess karma loves to pick on me.
A gag that tasted like garbage was stuffed into my mouth so I almost choked on it. Then I was speeding along in a not-so-rickety cart that decided going over bumps was fun. I will have so many bruises after this...
After some time of passing in and out of consciousness due to the massive amount of bumps to the head, the cart slowed down.
“Is she awake?” A voice asked.
“I don’t know. But the King wants her straight in the dungeon anyway.” Another voice replied.
“Should we get her cleaned up?”
“She looks fine.”
“She will probably have bruises everywhere.”
“So? The medics down there can clean her up when they have finished with the others.”
“True. So to the dungeon it is! Men get her to the dungeon and try to not get her damaged anymore.”
The cage was unbolted again and three sets of rough hands grabbed me and dragged me out. I was half conscious so I didn’t react. I was limp in their arms but I was still breathing and half conscious.
I was carried away. I then felt cold wash over me as. I assumed we went underground. Loud footsteps and the faint drip-drop of water was all that was heard as we went deeper. It was so cold that I had to suppress countless shivers.
Then we stopped moving and their footsteps ceased. The sound of another bolt sliding open sent shivers down my spine.
I was roughly shoved in and then my captors left me lying on the cold, wet ground with my eyes closed. They had undone my bindings and had taken the blindfold off and the gag out. The constant drip-drop of water was the only sound besides a faint sniffling noise.
I slowly opened by eyes to the dull light of what was probably the dungeon. I was in a small room with a platform covered in straw coming out of the wall. There was no other form of furniture in that horrid place.
The sniffling noise was still there and I finally located it. It was coming from the cell to my left. I looked through a gap in the wall.
I saw, with my own two eyes a fairy. An actual fairy! She had blue hair and was curled up in the corner away from me crying her eyes out. Two blue, transparent wings protruded from her back, but one was bent at an odd angle.
Is this a dream?
A loud bang from the cell across from mine caught my attention.
“You will never keep me in here! I am a mighty soldier I tell you! A mighty soldier!” A women’s voice shouted out from that cell.
Then she came into view. She had a piece of wood from the ‘bed’ and was using it to place hard hits to the iron cell door. She had pointy ears with what could have been light blonde hair; her hair was in knots and was covered in dirt though. She had no wings that I could see and had a determined expression plastered onto her face.
“Let me out you bastards!” Her shouts were filled with determination along with force.
The banging continued until she spotted me. She froze in place and her blue eyes scrutinised me. Her pointy ears twitched as she studied me and I faintly saw a red mark on her throat.
“Who are you?” She demanded.
I winced and retreated back in fear a little bit. “My name is Arabella Thorn. But you can call me Ella.” I squeaked.
“My name is Reigner. I am a trusty elf. And you are?”
“Human?” I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. Wait, did she just say she was an elf!?
“I highly doubt that. The Summer Court rarely put humans in good a condition that you are in now, in the dungeon.”
“The Summer Court?” What is this!?
“Yes, the Summer Court. The complete opposite of the Winter Court. Lower than the Light and Dark Courts but higher than all of the animal courts.”
I looked at her as if she was explaining rocket science to me. I get nothing.
“Listen. I don’t know who you are or why you are down here but what I do know is that it is not good. You also have to suck it up that fairies, elves, pixies, gnomes, and anything else under the fey name are real! You hear me!? REAL!” She then went back to her screaming at the ‘blasted Summer Court’.
So, I was locked in a dungeon with a crying fairy in the cell next to me and a crazy psychopath elf in the cell across from me. Could this day get any worse?
“Miss Thorn?” A creepy guy in a suit had come out of nowhere and was standing in front of my cell.
I stared at him as he grinned back at me evilly. I was not looking forward to what was going to happen next.
“I am glad you are awake. The King would like to speak with you.”
“The King?” I choked out. I hated this day. Too much to handle after a horrible day at boarding school.
“Yes, the King. Come now, you don’t want to upset him.”
My cell door was then yanked open and I was dragged out kicking and screaming. I do not take nicely to men grabbing me and not explaining anything, or just men grabbing me.
“Hey! You scumbag! Leave her alone unless you let me out too!” Reigner shouted at my captor. I guess she can be nice after all, kind of.
“You stay there you blasted elf!” Her screamed back as he dragged me along down the corridor.
I was so stubborn that he ended up grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me along screaming and clutching my hair. He muttered curses under his breath that even I have never heard of before, and I have been around of lot of people who curse.
The walls around us went from hard rock to solid stone and the corridor became lighter as we went up. The torches on the walls changed to lots of little candles placed in candle holders along the walls. The floor changed from dirt and rock to solid stone that echoed our footsteps around the place.
My captor was still dragging me along by my hair and I was putting up a mighty fight. I used my longish nails to scrape good and deep into his arm but all I got in reply was a grunt. This guy was built like a bull with a bloody good tolerance level for pain.
Then we came to a massive oak door with a crescent in a circular rim covered in swirls carved into it. It was quite breathing taking if you asked me but what my captor said next made my blood run cold.
“Go and meet our King Miss Thorn.”
I haven't updated this in awhile. My top priority was writing as much of Blood Lust as I could before I lost my inspiration to write, but I am back on track with everything! *jumps around all happy and excited like* Hopefully I can update sometime in the near future with this but you may have to wait since with Christmas coming up I have a lot to do. Anyway ENJOY! ~*~*~Melissa~*~*~