Run.
That's all the thought I have at this moment. Pure, gut-wrenching terror floods through my body as I flee my intruder. How on Earth did he find me? I wonder as I slide around another corner. Should I even try to keep running? What good can it do against someone like him? Almost on cue, he's there, so suddenly that I slide right into him and fall to the floor. Gasping for air, and cursing those missed days at the gym, I tilt my head back to look at his towering figure.
The single, overriding thought of fleeing flies from my head as he slowly crouches down to eye-level. As he stares at me with mismatched eyes, I fear my heart will beat straight out of my chest as he gives me a predatory grin. I attempt to crawl away from his piercing gaze, but I find myself frozen, whether by some sorcery of his or by my own body's betrayal, I do not know.
I try to think of a witty statement, my mouth now my only defense against this creature. The old me could have done it, could have thought of something to make him flying back to whatever hell he came from, but now my mind draws a blank. I think he knows this, because his grin stretches so wide that I can count every sharp tooth in his mouth. He brings his face so close to mine that I can feel his hot breath, and whispers in my ear.
"Hello, Sarah, dear. It has been quite a while, has it not?" My brain scrambles for an intelligible response, but all I manage to do is gape wordlessly at him. He stands back up and looks down from his intimidating new height. "Well, don't sit there mute as a tree! Aren't you going to greet an old friend?"
Words finally find their way to my mouth. "Friend? Last time I saw you, you were attempting to steal away my little brother! You even had the nerve to claim you were being generous, but stealing my time, blackmailing my friends, seducing me-" My mouth continued to move, but the sound coming out of it ceased. Frustrated, I shot a glare at the enchanter.
"So she speaks after all! What's the matter, love? Goblin got your tongue?" he teases. I try screaming an impressive array of curses at him, but no matter how hard I will my vocal chords to work, nothing will come out. Good lord, if his smile gets any wider, his face would tear. I brightened considerably at the thought.
Then I remember exactly who this is. What could he want? Revenge most likely. Another thought hits me, and I want so badly to be able to voice it, because then he wouldn't be able to do this. He must see the change of expression on my face, because he whirls me into a wall, presses against my trembling body, growls, "I think you'll find that I do have power over you, love," and kisses me, full on the lips.
As he rips apart, my mind, not for the first time this evening, goes blank. Once again, I stare wordlessly at him, my poor brain working overtime to figure out exactly what is going on. Hopelessly confused and full of terror, I feel myself begin to lose consciousness. As the world around me fades to black, I feel a jolt in my gut, forcing me to come back to awareness.
"Oh, no," he says, "You're not going to escape this that easily." Oh, gods. He pulls a crystal from the depths of nowhere, and begins twirling it between his hands. "This time, Sarah, I won't be offering you your dreams. This time, you'll be living a nightmare." He whips around and tosses the crystal towards me. Before it even enters my mind to dodge the missile, it rapidly expands and envelops me inside it, not unlike a bubble. A giant, indestructible, magic bubble. As soon as I am completely encased in the fiendish device, it begins to shrink. I prepare myself to be crushed against the encroaching crystal, but instead, I find everything else growing. Completely stunned, I stand there, helpless against the giant that was now before me. When I am about as big as his thumb, he scoops me from the air where I was floating, and holds me up to one of his eyes. Terrified, I shrink back into the farthest corner of my spherical prison, desperately wishing for something to hide behind.
"You see, Sarah, the funny thing about power is that it's a choice. To use it or not to use it. You used it when you denied my generous offers, and I foolishly chose not to use it and allowed you to escape. Have no doubt, though, that I will never refrain from using my power again. Trust me, Sarah. Yours will be a long and painful imprisonment." He sweeps me into his pocket, and darkness surrounds me.
A/N: I'm not sure if I want to continue this or not, but if you think I should, and have any ideas on where I should go with the plot, please tell me in a review! If you see this, then you've obviously read it, and I thank you repeatedly for doing so. Have a very interesting and exciting day!