The girl.

How it happened, how long I've been here and why were the priority right now.
For some reason I was chained to a chair tightly. The chains were cutting of my blood flow slightly and I felt the veins pulsing and trying to find the space to move properly.

My hands were cold, same as my bare feet. I gave up to the whole 'this is a dream' thing a while ago, something doesn't happen just because. There was something in store for me, however it took a long while for me to keep my head cool.
Fear, frightened and threatened and invaded. And why ?
I'm not that naïve, death is awaiting just around the corner. Maybe behind that huge pile of rotten wood in front of me.
Or maybe…. It took form as a real human, heart-beating-human flesh- mortal person. Just poking around before it attacks.
"It's low of you ! Pathetic, it isn't funny. The locals will find me." Although that is what I learned out of books, movies, series, games.
It was just a matter of time before this person, I mean coward, would show his face. Only how this face would look, made me fear.

It seemed like hours, days, months had gone by. Yet, it also could have been barely just a few minutes, all I know was that I lived that few moments a little longer. Only backed into corner, where I couldn't protect, fight or even flight. There wasn't even a possibility to flee. Not one attempt would offer succeed. Fighting wasn't an option either, so what was I supposed to do?

Although I was afraid, I knew how to get on someone's nerves. Getting the temper high, so he/she would show their face.
"If any bastard could show his face I would be so happy to bash it in !" I growled, yelled, did everything I could to make it sound strong and steady. While, inside I shook and shivered. Awaiting death as a girl who was slowly bleeding to death.
I was bruised and battered, no memories of it, but it hurts.
Maybe they left me to die out here, in an old unused space. So the fear started kicking in. I had to leave, I had to escape, maybe call for help. If someone could even hear me, that would be enough.
"Anyone even there ?"
"Help !"
"I'm being held, someone call the police !" Everything echoed. Every echo was different, a reflection of how frightened I actually sounded. The screeching and cracks in my voice who bounced back and forth onto the walls filled the whole room, causing movement in the little splashes of water because of the leaking in the big roof.
This wasn't enough, all the screaming, it just drained my energy even more. I closed my mouth and eyes, and took a deep breath.

I felt the tears coming, and there was nothing I could do against. Why should I ? I was alone, no one to see me in this state.
In matter of fact I could kick and scream and cry all I wanted.
My last hope was to search for humanity in someone, they might have a heart. "Please,.." I already felt disgusted that I was begging for mercy. "I don't want to be here, I don't have anything on me. I'm no value to whatever you might think I am."

A deep crispy voice answered my begging; "Hello love, glad you finally stopped. It was an utter drag to hear you yell and scream."
My heart stopped for a second, as if I turned a switch for it. The voice was clear enough for me to confirm it wasn't an illusion.
Yet, no sight of anything or anyone.

"Let me GO !" I screamed back at the mysterious voice.
Something pulled my hair and breathed violently onto my neck. My head turned upwards the old and damaged roof.
"No need to yell, no one can hear you. I don't want to waste any time." The voice whispered.
My hair was let loose and I could turn my head quickly to look for the person behind the voice.
Short hair, showing most of his forehead. Big curved brows, and big brown eyes. The lines around his eyes and forehead showed aging.
But everything was covered by that goofy smile. Almost as if he was amused by torturing me, seeing me try.

"Now," He firmly clapped his hands, "I think we all know why you are here don't we ?"
He was speaking in plural. We. How did he meant we ? I was about to find out. And it didn't took him too long.
Out of the shadows appeared other people, mostly men. But these were different.
They were smiling, a big smirk on their faces. Not to mention: pitch black eyes. As dark as their souls.
I figured out myself that these people , weren't themselves. At least, not anymore.

"Right then, love." He went further, "Let us talk about this topic for a second. Oh and, don't try to fool me. Because there will be pain involved with a lot of broken bones etc. And I don't think, since your condition you are in," He casually pointed at my arm," you don't want to add anything to it, would you ? So, am I clear ?" My nod made him confirm and he continued. "Good."
One of the men stepped forwards to him and handed a wooden box. The box was very sophisticated and it had a huge carving on it.
The man placed it carefully in front of my feet and back away slowly to his group. It looked as if they were afraid of it.
What could possibly frighten a man that held a girl like me captive. A wooden box ?
I kept my eyes locked on the little box. It might include a mini bomb in it.
"Could you explain me what this is, dear ?" He asked me. The whole group of men had their eyes on me, awaiting my response.
"It's a wooden box." I answered, it had a tone of arrogant in it somewhere. And I saw his goofy smile disappear.
"How smart of you. Look a bit close." He demanded. "Oh, " It looked like I caught everyone's attention with that simple gesture of sound.
"it has the symbol of a circle. And a star right in it, it that carved ? It well done, it might've been handmade."
I felt the tension building up, I was playing a deadly game here. But how should I know what that box represents ? Little should I know, it might hold the most valuable necklace or a piece of literature, or a bomb. I was going for the last option.

"I don't like being played with, now, what does this box do ?"
Maybe blow up, those were my thoughts. Nothing more, my fantasy didn't reach any further than that.
Why didn't they just open the box, it was just sealed with a lock on it. With the same carving as on top of the box. Also, it was wood, easy to break, wouldn't it ?
I threw one leg over the other and straightened my back. "Sorry, but I don't have an IQ that high that I can do the Sherlock-thing and simply 'guess' what's in there. Neither do I have super powers as Superman, so I could beam my way through a solid wooden box to see what hides in there. The only thing that I do know is, you can cut me loose and let me go because I have not-hi-" I saw his huge hands approach me and he went straight for cutting my airways of.

"Hey! YOU SON OF A BITCH !" It wasn't me, let stand one of those men.
A loud gunshot was fired and echoed back and forth. The whole group came in action and surrounded me.
Because of the loud gunshot, my ears began to produce a loud monotone high-pitched sound and interrupted me to function normal.
"Over here! Help me !" I screamed for the last time before I felt nausea and a huge headache starting. I tried to get a glimpse of who attacked the hurdle of men.
"Stay calm, we are coming !" Another voice, this one was different than the first one.
So two people, who I suppose were men based off of their voices, were fighting against that huge group of men. Was I supposed to feel rescued, because the statistics weren't in my favor.
There was a huge shower of gunshots, and I couldn't see who was fighting who. It was a big pile of mess.

A man sprinted towards me and swept the chair, with me on it, off the ground. And my head reached the floor first.
Everything became dull and slow, I was seeing double, and I was almost certain that I had an concussion.

The first unknown voice shouted; "Damn it Cas where ARE you ?!"
And not even two seconds later, a huge bright light filled up the room, causing some of the men screaming in pain. I saw a couple of the flee and a hand reached towards my face.
My sight was blurred and I could not figure out who it was. It felt familiar, safe.

"Dean !" I heard the other unknown voice yel. A gun was fired again, and everything for me went black.