Chapter 3: I get a makeover

The next morning I woke up in a room.

All the memories of what happened hit me in the face.

I jumped out of the bed and shivered.

It was like a meat locker in here!

Plus, I was still in my t-shirt and shorts.

I looked around the room and saw a body on the bed in the corner.

Lucas!
I ran over and saw lucas little face.

I cradled it in my face and kissed his forhead.

"ohui.." he muttered.

"Oh my gosh! Lucas!" I exclaimed picking him up off the bed to check for wounds.

Thank god there was none.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"we got kidnapped...by," I began but got interputed by the door opening.

"something you don't know of, now come on," the guy who opened the door said.

I grabbed Lucas's hand as we followed him out into the hall.

It was pitch black so I could barely see where we where going.

So when the guy we where following stopped, I bumped into him.

He growled.

Then he opened a door and I had to shade my eyes from the bright light.

"Come in," someone said.

He walked in, me and Lucas following behind him.

I looked around and saw the handsome Tatum.

I glared at him.

His face was blank.

"Welcome humans," someone welcomed us, as we reached the front of the room.

A guy, probably in his mid fourties was siting on a throne.

He looked at us with a look of digust.

"Oh my, the girl will have to change," he said, getting my attention.

"Mary, fetch her some proper garments," he called and I saw a lady run out of the room.

"The boy will be fine, take him to the room."

"NO!" I screamed.

"Im sorry dear, I like him, he has to go," the "king", as I was now calling him, said.

"IF YOU LIKE HIM THEN WHY ARE YOU TAKING HIM AWAY!" I yelled climbing the steps to where he is sitting.

"Virgina, you don't want to do this," Tatum said grabbing my wrist.

"let me go," I spat, but his grip tightened.

"You should listen to him, young one." The king smirked.

"yeah? And whys that?" I asked.

"Because I could kill you like..*snap*..that," the king said.

I gulped, and let Tatum lead me down the steps.

"Don't do that again," he whispered in my ear.

"we'll see," I thought.

Then someone came and took Lucas away.

I tried to pull him back...but I wasn't strong enough.

By then Mary had come back with my "proper clothes".

"Now Virgina, I want you to go change, make yourself look nice and come back, understood?" the king demanded.

I nodded and went to the bathroom at the end of the room.

I slipped of my school clothes and put on the clothes they gave me.

A very short blue lace shirt that swayed from side to side as I walked and a white silk blouse.

I took my hair down and let my wavy hair flow freely.

I unlocked the door and walked out barefooted.

Everyone, all, uh 15, of them turned to stare at me.

Usually, I would have smiled, but this time I frowned.

"yes, much better," The king smiled.