Prologue: -
Arthur woke up in a building. He knew that much. The building, he guessed, was constructed with stone. The floor on which he lay was hard and cold. His body was littered with faded scars and fresh, bleeding wounds. The marks and injuries stood out on his abnormally pale skin. His piercing green eyes were strained and tired, his eyelids were heavy. He groaned in pain and he pushed himself up from the filthy ground, hissing each time his wounds were aggrivated.
"So, I see you, too, are awake." A deep, menacing voice echoed around the poorly lit room.
Arthur lifted his head up to meet another person's gaze.
The voice belonged to a man with cold, icy blue eyes. The man wore a smirk; a smirk that screamed sadism and torture. Arthur's instincts screamed for him to run, to escape, to rid himself of the man's unwanted presence.
"Who are you?" Arthur weakly croaked. He didn't sound frightened. His voice reflected his condition - broken. He was quiet. He couldn't control the volume of his voice.
The man, who stood towering over the emerald-eyed man, chuckled. He scratched his hairy chin whilst tossing a curly blonde lock of hair over his shoulder.
"You, mon petit lapin, do not deserve to know my name." The man laughed harder as he watched Arthur's over-sized eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"L-Lapin?" Arthur questioned, unable to recognise the word as English, the language he was taught as a child. Fear began to rise deep inside of him as the man kneeled down to his level.
"Rabbit." Smirked the bearded man. "My little rabbit."
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