I walked across the abandoned subway station staring at Magnus, as his silhouette slowly disappeared into the shadows. I can't believe it! What have I done! will i ever see Magnus again?! And if so... What will our next meeting be like? Me, standing there awkwardly and Magnus trying not to meet my eye... How could I live without him? Was this really happening? If I was to go after him, would he want it? If i let Magnus go, my life will end almost immediately...I cannot imagine living without him!
"Magnus!" I called out, but there was no reply from Magnus, only the howling echo of my voice. I was alone...or at least I thought I was...
I crumpled to the ground, then, getting up again, fell down once more. I was aware of footsteps coming up to my barely breathing body, and the last thing I heard before darkness enveloped me was a sadistic voice saying:
"Well well well, what have we here?"
Opening my eyes, I blinked groggily... What was I doing here, and not magnus's apartment? suddenly the events of last night came back to me in a flood of horror. Magnus broke up with me. Magnus hated me, and it was all my fault. I became aware of a figure standing in front of me... Sebastian. In my pathetic state I managed to take in my surroundings; I was being held up by chains to the ceiling holding my hands high above my head, and my feet were chained to the floor - I was being stretched slightly.
"Sebastian..." I manage to splutter.
"The one and only,"he grins. "I was going to hold you ransom to make the Clave give up the war, but I've wanted to do this for so long, and it would probably actually help if I tortured you a little, as long as I kept you alive... And when I say a little I mean a lot." He smirked. Stupid bastard. He walked away, into a room leading from this one, and shut the door behind him. But not before I saw a room full of torture devices I hadn't thought existed. Clanks of metal could be heard, before Sebby appeared again, his arms full. Dumping the devices down, he laughed, and then left by a different door, pausing to say:
"I'll leave you here to stare at your fate, anticipating the horrors coming your way. Oh, by the way, I hope your hungry. I might just feed you - but don't count on it. I'll only do what I have to to keep you alive."
And then he left me, hanging, unwilling to believe that this could be anything but a horrible dream. Boy was I wrong.
thank you to a kind guest who pointed out that my first and second chapters had messed up! I've fixed them, I think.
