The sunset was coming to an end and Skysha's blood was beginning to run cold with fear. The demon that held her captive was getting more and more excited with each passing moment, flashing horribly evil grins toward Skysha.
Where is he? How could he be late, he's never later! He better get here, Skysha sat pondering about Rueben. Time passed quickly and darkness came just as fast. Skysha felt dread and disappointment. She expected the worst now and nothing less.
The demon stood up and cackled loudly when he shoved Skysha aside and yanked on the chains that were around Skysha's wrists. Pain raced up her arms and stabbed the joints in her shoulders, blood dripped from the new cuts on her wrists and fatigue dragged her feet underneath her as she slowly treaded behind the demon. They walked down the side of the sand dune and then slowly zigzagged across the large expanse of desert that surrounded them. In the darkness Skysha found it difficult to walk steadily and often tripped over clumps in the sand. The fresh air relieved her from the worry of becoming claustrophobic but fear, pain and hatred were threatening to engulf her instead.
The two of them slowly walked all night and hunger started to turn Skysha's stomach. As the sun began to rise the demon was becoming anxious. It wasn't long before he found it too light for his liking that he decided to make a giant hole in the sand and plunge into it with Skysha falling behind him. They landed on a soft yet rigid surface and Skysha looked toward the sky just in time to see the sand forming a roof over their heads, blocking any light from entering the underground cave.
It wasn't long before claustrophobia began to take over and it was getting hard to breath. She was the whacked in the face by a hard, icy object straight across her face.
"I'm sorry," an all too familiar voice whispered into her ear. She grew faint and found herself on all fours. She heard a gasp of pain from afar.
It became hard to focus and she just gave up, giving in to the darkness...