Glinda fell to her knees in defeat after Elphaba flew out of the attic window of the Emerald City Palace. She cried and put her hands on her face. She began to sob and her whole frame shook. She wished Elphaba hadn't done this-but she knew her best friend had her reasons and was going to fight for what she desperately believed in. Mourning over the green girl's departure was short lived when she was violently pulled up to her feet, her right arm at a slightly unnatural angle. She had no will to fight against a Gale Force guard, but she couldn't help but wonder why they were treating her like this. "You're under arrest," the guard said. Glinda gasped in astonishment; why was she being arrested? What exactly had she done?
"Why?" she managed to say despite her shock. His grip was tight on her forearm before he forced both of her hands behind her back and was handcuffed. She was lucky her wrists were small; if they were any larger, they'd be cut by the tightness of them. Instead, they were just uncomfortably tight, most likely on the tightest setting.
The guards refused to answer her and forced her out of the attic, down all of the staircases, and eventually out of the palace. Glinda assumed they were going to bring her in the jail in the city for questioning. The blonde could deal with that, she assumed, as long as she told the truth and kept herself together. Thinking of Elphaba, she attempted to stop the tears falling down her cheeks and kept her head held high.
She was led to an obscure area. Guards let them pass the gate and it opened slowly. She was taken down more stairs. Another set of guards led them deeper into the area. It was somewhat dark, but she could still see. Glinda looked at one of the guards with confusion and fright. He made eye contact with her for just a moment and his rigidness melted away for a split clock tick. But as quick as it happened, he went back to his demeanor and looked straight ahead without any form of emotion.
The guards eventually stopped her in front of a large iron gate. It was a bit eerie, and she wondered where she was. Her ears picked up on a quiet, but dreadful noise coming from within the darkness behind those gates. She could hear moaning and cries of agony. Her eyes went wide. What was that place? "Glinda Upland, due to your affiliation with the Wicked Witch of the West, you are under arrest and being sent to Southstairs," Madame Morrible said. Had she been there the entire time? It didn't matter; Glinda couldn't go to Southstairs!
"Please, there must be some mistake!" Glinda exclaimed hysterically. She had heard of Southstairs. Nobody really ever spoke of it except for the fact that it was a horrible place. She didn't particularly know any of the details, but just by the noises she heard, it was terrifying. "I did nothing! Please, I'll do whatever you want!"
"There is nothing you can do, dearie. You belong down there with the other traitors of Oz. Hopefully, that Wicked Witch will be joining you down there soon," Morrible replied.
"No! I'll work for the Wizard! I'll learn magic. I already know some. Please!" Glinda cried. "Please let me go! I'll just go home, get married, and never bother a soul again. I'll be a housewife and I won't even have children. I'll…I'll live with my parents for the rest of my life under strict supervision. Anything but this!" Glinda was hysterical now. She looked into Morrible's eyes and tried to get some form of hidden emotion in her. Nothing.
Glinda was forced past the gates. A different guard escorted her down more steps. She looked behind her and saw Morrible smirking at her. The sounds of suffering were louder as she got closer. What would they do to her? Would she be hurt? Tortured? "No!" she yelled and ran back towards the gates that had already locked her in. She ran forward and rammed her body desperately against the gates. She cried, and the guard took her arm and forced her to walk down the steps. A large, black metal door was opened.
When the door first opened, Glinda smelled blood. She could almost taste the iron. She was terrified when the door shut again. The moans, screams, and pleads were getting louder. Her handcuffs were taken off, and she was led deeper into the crevices of what was called Southstairs. She knew she was underground. There were no windows to be seen. Before she could even panic, before she could even think, Glinda was shoved behind bars. The guard closed them as quickly as possible, locking it. She watched him walk back to the door.
"Wait! No! You can't leave me here!" she cried as she grasped the bars. "Please!"
"Get away from the bars," a soldier ordered, his gun pointed towards her. The blonde cried as she backed away. "Good. Keep walking, newbie," he said to her. The guard forced Glinda far back where she couldn't even see the bars behind her anymore. She was pushed to the floor with the end of the rifle. She cried out in pain. Before she knew it, the guard had disappeared somewhere in the darkness.
Glinda noticed that hay was on the floor of the dirt floors. To be honest with herself, she didn't care that her yellow dress was filthy or her hair was a mess. Glinda realized that she was stuck down there. It finally sank in. No pleading, no begging, nothing would get her out. She curled up into a ball on the floor and sobbed. "Looks like we have a fresh one," a man said.
Glinda looked up and saw a group of five dirty men with scars and scabs staring down at her. It was very hard to make them out. But they were hovering over her, and she was terrified. "What's a rich girl like her down here for?" another said.
"I bet her parents sold her to pay some debt. Those fucking guards just love screwing virgins," a third smiled freakishly. Glinda made herself into as small of a ball as possible. She was shivering with fear. She knew her eyes were red and puffy, and her nose was running unattractively.
"Let's get to her before those assholes," the first one suggested. Glinda began to slowly crawl away, terrified of what was to come.
"Hey, get back here!" the third one said, and one of them dragged her by her ankles. She clawed at the dirt and hay with her nails, but to no avail. She was humiliated. Other prisoners watched and she didn't want to know how many had…had…she couldn't think about it.
Finally, when it was over and Glinda had been beaten, bruised, and taken, the blonde slowly crawled over to a corner where there was hay. She snuggled up close to the hay as silent tears fell down her cheeks. She was too terrified to do anything. "Come find me Elphie," she whispered. "I…I want to die."
Please leave a review and tell me what you think. It's an idea I've had for a while now, so I decided finally to write it! It'll have multiple chapters, but I'm not sure how many there will be right now. Thanks for reading :)
