For the will of the people, I'm splitting the stories up into chapters. I've had several people recommend it to me and had several messages about it (PM me as much as you like, I love talking to people, you're all fascinating). So for the people, what the plan of action is! I'm going to split it up into chapters and release them over the next month. Then at the end of the next month, I will release the whole story as one chapter so those who like one big story can have their fill as well. So sorry but all of my previous stories are going to get shuffled around a bit as they're split into chapters.
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Spell… bound
It echoed.
The dripping water echoed through the halls.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The hard, cold stone it landed on was slowly being worn away. Time had eroded its surface to become smooth and rounded by the constant drip. The drip seemed to fill the air. The air was dense with water, so thick is was a soup-like consistency. The long stone corridors wheezed as a wall of air expanded down a corridor making water droplets cover everything. A couple of minutes later, it wheezed again. The wall of humid, thick, head-pounding atmosphere now moved in the opposite direction, the streams of water down the walls changed their angular direction downwards, as the air forcibly pushed them into one another, creating even larger water droplets. The entire corridor was breathing. The giant structure moved in sync.
The black stone shone in the candle light. Little circles of light softly pushed back the darkness, their light spilling outwards and casting long shadows throughout the rooms. The little droplets in the darkness glimmered. They twinkled gently, turning the pitch black ends of the corridors into starry nights. Magic filled the thick air. Moss glowed, droplets shimmered, candles sparkled and flickered, chains rattled unsettlingly.
Chains. Thick, iron, heavy. Bolted into the wall, they had rusted long ago. But strong they still were. Their original black paint had flaked away, leaving behind the dark brown rust that too, slowly flaked away under the pressure of time. It had withered away quicker than the stone it was bolted into. The stone where the water slid, ever so slowly, down. It had taken an age for a single droplet to run from the top to the bottom. Heavier it felt in the room, yes. But the slower everything moved… and gravity was no exception. Slower too, was the breathing. The breathing of the cell's only inhabitant. The water rolled down the walls. And onto a new material.
It came onto the chain first, as a lot had done before it. And it continued slowly downwards over each individual iron link. It ran against the metal, picking up impurities and reacting ever so slowly with the unguarded iron. By the time it was on its 4th iron link, the droplet was brown, a murky brown. And it descended ever downwards, to the cuffs. All previous droplets had slid down the cuffs, all the way to the bottom where they gathered, and gathered, and gathered. Until they were big enough so that gravity could take a hold over the magnetic and suction forces and pull it off the cuffs, and into the void of air. No material, so the droplet spun on itself, turning into a perfect ball. A perfect, brown, drop of water, flying, no, falling through the air. Slow was its descent, until it hit the ground, hitting the hard flagstones with an allmighty crash.
That was heard, by no one.
It did not echo.
It was merely a drip.
In the darkness.
But this droplet, did not drop. Upon reaching the cuffs it slid down, and hit a nail. So, just a normal nail then, a human one. It slid over the smooth surface that was not here often. It slid downwards, hitting the rough bank of the shore of skin. The droplet rolled slowly down off the beach to the nail and over the bumpy ground of the finger. Tiny follicles of hair stood in brave resistance to the droplet whose size blocked out the sky as it rolled over them, encompassing them, then passing by them. But then it reached a hill. There was a gap between the mountains that were the knuckles and slipped through it, swirling onto the giant plane of land. Small follicles dotted around the back of the hand as the droplet surged forth. Suddenly the land had become steep. It was sliding, streaming down the hand until all of a sudden. There was no more land.
It hung, speeding down towards the ground as it spun, rippled and swelled in rage that its journey would end so soon. That it would land with a gigantic-
Tic.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
If not for the fact the shiny black surface of the material they were made of was reflect the candlelight, the heels would've been practically invisible in the minimal lighting that was actually there. The feet that filled them were covered by a thin black material. The stocking. It ran over the foot, the angular, sweeping foot, and carried on upwards past then ankle. The long smooth leg continued upwards with the stocking coming to a stop just before the knee. But thick, rich skin and flesh continued upwards creating a succulent thigh. A black and purple skirt graced the rest of the thigh though, hiding what could be more underneath it. The skirt danced around the thighs, covering all private areas for now, but the possibility of thick and creamy flesh still hung, almost like a question.
This bottom half moved. It moved with a purpose, the heels were carefully place, the hips swung as each leg was slowly placed in front of the other, the skirt gently billowing back and forth, helping this seductive strut. Eventually, the legs stopped in front of the man.
On his knees, hands chained up against the wall in those irritating, irrational itchy iron cuffs. His skin was sallow and paling. He had likely been there 3 days now, without any food nor water, but to him it felt more like weeks, as there was no night, no day, just a constant near darkness. And that endless drip. And that endless drip. And that endless drip. He was not a muscular man by any means, and his body was shredding away at itself. His mind already questioned who he was, the stress had already drained his strength, the fear had already turned him numb. But the hunger within him had grown. He was there, right now, struggling weakly against the chains. A wild light had entered his eyes as he grasped at anything for him to engorge, to consume, to survive. And all he saw, were those two legs.
The chains were too strong though. They wouldn't budge against his wild exertion.
But they did move.
He grasped onto this and struggled more, wild craving to consume, to take, to dominate, to exhaust filled his mind as the iron bolt that held the cuffs in place slowly slid out of the wall. He got off his knees and struggled towards the only other thing, objective, life that he could see, he had ever seen. But the iron bolt hung there. In mid-air. His hands were still chained to it and they were shoved above his head. Flinging wildly he looked up to watch the levitating bolt that held him back from his goals, from consuming, from taking what is rightfully his! But it started going up. And slowly it began to lift him as his arms would stretch no more, his feet desperately trying to keep in contact with the floor. He breathed heavily as he hung suspended by the chains, looking for the face of the person in front of him in vain.
The entire world went black.
Frederic awoke. To relative comfort it must be said. He lay on a lush satin bed. Its sheets were a light purple which he could easily see by the bright light that lit the room. A chandelier dangled above him on black iron chains. He jerked his head up. So he wasn't in the dungeon anymore. But was, at least, somewhere connected to it.
The walls were still a black stone, the bed constantly starkly against the continuous black and grey. Candle bracers fill the room though. The room itself was circular, a perfect circle he noted as the walls curved around. Even the door curved slightly with the angles of the wall as he swung his head around. Windows. Light streamed in through the windows and only blue sky could be seen. A perfect, royal blue sky, so somewhere up high maybe? He rolled towards the edge of the bed and would've swung his legs over the edge of the bed. But chains rattled and he noticed for the first time since waking up, his arms were above his head. He growled. Again this had happened, he needed a god damn way out of here and he was going to get it. He turned the other way to try and struggle out. But stopped.
He came within a couple of inches of the face of his supposed captor.
Hello out there, you've reached this section where I talk about things. Not really much to say here I'll be honest, right now I'm pretty zen.
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