Part 2
"Get up, girl," a voice said. It was the Minotaur. Or one of them. Its furry hand grabbed my arm. I looked around. Susan and Peter were gone. Only Edmund was in the cell.
"Where are you taking us?" Edmund asked as the Minotaur dragged us through a hall. His face bruised more than it was before.
"Where are Peter and Susan?" I asked. I knew they couldn't be dead. I'd know if they were.
"With the master. Be quiet or I'll make you be quiet," the Minotaur replied shortly. Every part of my body ached. My ankle and arms hurt worse than getting stung by a thousand Narnian bees. Trust me, you do not want to get any honey from their hives. I heard them before I saw them.
We were thrown into a room. "Well, well, well. Welcome back," a voice said. I knew who it was. Ginnabrik, the White Witch's servant. And one of my worst enemies. I thought we had shot the little punk with Susan's arrow after he killed the unicorn in the battle.
"You okay?" Susan asked. I nodded.
"What do you want with us? Why are we here?" I demanded. Ginnabrik laughed.
"Nothing much. Just Jadis's staff," Ginnabrik said, putting his feet up on the table. The knitted shoes had a point at the toes, like the tip of a candy cane.
" We told you, we don't know!" Susan said through her teeth. "The Witch took it after she killed Aslan!" She said. So far, this has been the only time I've ever seen her not being "Gentle". I clenched my fists. Edmund got up and almost charged, but we pulled him back. He cursed. Ginnabrik laughed and clapped his hands. The laugh was enough to make my ears shatter.
"Where's Peter?" I asked again.
"Oh, he's….. frozen at the moment," Ginnabrik replied.
"Just let us go, you big old-" Edmund said. I cut him off.
"Take us to him, right now!" I demanded.
"Oh, feisty one. Maybe I won't have to kill you after all," Ginnabrik said. Ok, now I was ready to beat the ugly, deformed, ungrateful little dwarf's guts out.
"We'll do anything! Just let him go!" Susan said. Ginnabrik's smile widened. His eyes showed a sign of victory.
"Anything, eh? He said. He took his foot down and leaned closer to us. I grabbed Edmund's arm and cowered down.
"Yes. Anything," Susan said.
"All right then. Have your pretty little king back. I'll decide what your price is to be. But say your goodbyes, because I assure you, you won't survive," Ginnabrik said. The doors on the other side of the room opened. A figure wrapped in a net was staggering and groaning.
"Peter!" I said, alarmed. We ran over to him. His face was even scratched and bloodier than it had been before, and was paler. His golden hair was bloody.
"What did they do to you?" Susan demanded. She grabbed his arm, but let him go when he cried out.
"They beat me. Tried to get it out of me, but I didn't budge. So they beat me with a rope," he said. I knew Ginnabrik was crazy and greedy, but I never, in my wildest dreams (okay, maybe in my wildest dreams, but that's not the point), believed he would harm Peter. I was wrong. I saw a single tear roll down his cheek.
"You will not come out of here alive," Ginnabrik said.