She wakes up alone in a pitch dark room. She's scrambling, trying to find her way, desperately screaming at the top of her lungs for help. But it is useless, she sighs as she realizes that she's stuck and abandoned. Suddenly, a door on the other side of the room opens, the bright light burning her eyes.
"Welcome Tori," said the mysterious man "from this moment on you are my personal slave...assistant if that title suits you better" He cackles as he continues to stand near the door. From the light shining through she can somewhat make out his pale and hardened face. Despite looking almost ill, he appeared to be seventeen or eighteen, the same age as her.
"What do you want from me? I don't even know who you are!" She screams at the dark figure. Her voice is hoarse, and she's suddenly aware of how dry her mouth is. She starts to wonder just how long has she been out?
"Oh, but you will. We'll get to know each other real well…" And with another devious cackle he disappears into the darkness, leaving her alone once again.
"Damn you!" She yells, staring into the emptiness. She knew it fell on deaf ears and that it wouldn't change anything, but she began screaming, kicking, and punching anything hard. She threw herself at the door in frustration, then slid down to the floor exhausted and empty. Still bewildered by her confinement, she started crying and doubting that she would ever make it out of here alive.
"No Tori, think! I can't let him ruin me just yet…" She thought, slowly getting up and pacing the floor. She began pulling her tight, brown curls in frustration as her clouded mind couldn't come up with any solutions. After what seemed like hours, she finally gave up and sadly collapsed to the ground. She was exhausted from her fit of rage and as she cursed herself for letting her temper get the best of her again, she drifted off to sleep and into oblivion.
But her dreams were never simply oblivion, they were madness and war. She dreamt of death and plague in the towns and the unforgiving Stormcloak soldiers that took her parents away from her. This particular dream had haunted her for many nights since that cold December night when she was a little girl, but tonight was different. Tonight she dreamt of redemption, a man dressed in white saving her not only from the flames of war, but from herself and her old life. She wasn't Tori anymore, she was an angel, she was divine.
She woke up to the sound of the door slowly creaking open. Alarmed, she quickly moved to the other corner of the room.
"Dont be afraid my dear, it's only me" He smirked as he slowly entered the room and started making his way toward her. She flinched with each step he took, and brought her arms up to protect herself.
" Please don't do that, you know I'd never hurt you"
" No, I don't know that! I don't even know who you are!" She said, trying to maintain a brave face despite her rapidly beating heart.
" Ok, fair enough. My name is Darren and my favorite activities include dark magic and collecting spells... oh! and my favorite ice cream is chocolate soft serve" He laughs, and for a second he almost sounds like an average kid. Now that she's thinking properly, she realizes that his voice sounds familiar somehow, almost as if she's heard it a long time ago.
" Dark magic? I see, so you're one of those creepy necromancers that live in the caves. Is that what you plan on doing with me,killing me and using my body?" More terrified by the thought, she tries squeezing herself further into the corner without any luck.
" What?! No! Just because I kidnapped you doesn't mean I would do something like that! I'm using you for my secret project, one that requires only the highest level of dark mage".
" Ok, so why do you need me? I don't even know dark magic…" She says, starting to loosen her grip slowly, unsure if he's telling her the truth or not.
" While you can't help me with more of the important parts of the project, you can do me some small...favors that will allow me to get my work done faster" He stepped closer trying to get a better look at her face. Her bright green eyes are what always perplexed him the most. They showed spirit, fire, and a little bit of something that he couldn't quite understand. That's why it had to be her, it needed to be her.
" So you kidnapped me so that I can be your errand girl?!" She asked, snapping him back into reality.
"Whatever you want to call yourself sweetheart"
" And what if I don't want to help you, what if I refuse?" She gets up as she tries to intimidate him with her glare.
" You can try, but I want to remind you of just how powerful I am" He turns and casts a spell towards a chair at the other end of the room. The chair is immediately engulfed in flames before turning to ashes.
"That could be you" He grins and starts walking towards the door. " Tomorrow bright and early I'll be needing your assistance. Sleep tight!" With that he slams the door, leaving Tori in the dark once more.
" Shit, this is going to be a lot harder than I thought" Tori pouted, trying and failing to fall back asleep as she mentally prepared herself for the morning to come.
