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The Creature of Nightmares

The heaviness of consciousness awoke her from her coerced slumber, her whimpering moans of pain echoed around her, spilling into the hollowness of the empty room. The aches of her body were made knowingly clear to her to her sleep induced mind, the muscles in her neck wound in tight contraction. Grit infected the corner of her eyes, spreading to the edges of her eyelids, thickly coating her eyelashes. She attempted to liberate her swollen eyes from the tyrannical sand, only have her efforts thoroughly thwarted. Refusing to submit, Kori forced her eyelids to follow the motions of long owlish blinks and after a grueling minute or two it resulted in success.

A pulsating ache trembled through her veins, throbbing with a steady rhythm under the mask of her skin. Muscles shifted and twisted, contracted and relaxed under her layers of flesh, pained groans vibrated the vocals of her throat. Somewhere below her, presumably her feet, were consumed with burning fire, its flames lapping and licking her toes and heels. Her breaths transformed into a fuel that scorched her lungs, shredding and charring the tissue, greedily gorging on the air that entered from her nasal passages.

Below her breast, her heart fluttered in panic, the danger of the situation fully comprehended to the beating muscle as it tried to escape the confines of her flesh and tissue. The bones of her head rattled in a pulsating anguish, her thoughts mimicked a panicked run, alarmed and frightened at the underline peril. Her arms laid beside her, limp limbs weighted at the wrist by the numbing pressure of some unknown item, her energy devoured at a faster rate as her body struggled to keep the numbing sensation at bay.

Disregarding the challenge of the mysterious heaviness, Kori undertook the effort to raise her hands, an action that had to be done in order to remove the sand from her eyelashes before their presence became too uncomfortable to be bearable. As she set her arm in motion, a sharp edge embedded into the skin of her wrist, contemptuously burrowed its circular edges deeper into the outer most layer of skin, the echoed rattle of a metal linked chain brewed around her, her unprepared hearing deafened by it noise.

In verification, she flexed the muscle of her wrist; a wince distorted the features of her face as the edge pressed further into the layers of irritated flesh. A numbing wave of shocking pain flowed through the veins of her arm as a sweltering liquid trickled from her wound in a slithering torrent as it streamed down the curving path of her palm, dangled off the tips of her fingers before being soaked into the grain of the wood beneath her constricted frame.

Ridding her mind of any potentially uncontrollable feelings with a shake of her head, she removed the hazed fog that clouded her vision. Whether out of curiosity or whether to confirm the despairing reality of her situation, she heaved her calloused palms to the angular curve of her cheeks, a protruded icy edge pressed heavily into the bone of her jaw line, her wrists trembled weakly. Unable to support her weight arms, her limbs plummeted lifelessly to the ground, falling heavily, the edges of the chain dug deeper into her wrists, streams of oozing blood flowed from her wounds.

In her constrained search, Kori had learned very little, something that she had come to expect. The only information she knew with an amount of certainty was she was shackled to some wall (her back having arched enough times into the wooden barrier as she weakly attempted to loosen the stiffness in the her spine to be able to identify the object). The room was haunted with midnights shadows, rats and mice scurrying somewhere beyond her feet.

The promotion of death shaded Kori's heart, panic once more clutching the organ, seducing it to raise its tempo. In attempt to control the raging fear that threatened her state of mind, Kori gasped a breath of stifling air. Her lungs rejected the offer, forcing the oxygen through the tube of her throat, irritating the lining tissue, her coughs harsh to her ears.

Kori could not come to the decision what was more embarrassing. The fact that she (a claimed prodigy by her peers and an excellent fighter) had allowed her guard to slacken and thus lead to her kidnap or that she was currently reenacting her mother's greatest nightmare. It was really quite pathetic for someone such as her, who leaned on the wisdom of logic, had failed to listen to those very thoughts and landed herself in this compromising position.

Before she could further scold herself in her mental rant, the door was suddenly forced open in violent slam. Her shoulders folded away from the wall in a cringe, the vibrations clawed at her hearing as for her susceptible ear drums had become acclimated with the silence. From the hollowed entrance, the bright backdrop of golden light was blinding, flooding the room with its delicious warmth; bringing some comfort to the dingy abyss.

In an instinctual movement, Kori shifted her gaze away from the lighted doorway, taking several long owlish blinks to relieve her sight of the blind white masses that invaded her vision. Presumably while she still had the chance, Kori let her curiosity consume her; her eyes roaming over her temporary residence with a half awaken interest. It was an empty room, devoid of any furniture, absent of any window openings and if it was not for the rocking back and forth of her body, she would presume someone had imprisoned her in the cellar. The walls and floor were laid with rugged wooden planks, nailed neatly beside each other, dark splatter of what she inferred to be blood had grimly suggested this room had been used the occasional time for torture.

With that enlightening notion, Kori changed her focus to the doorway, her eyes slightly narrowed, her eyelashes concealed some of the light thus enabled her to decipher the intruding person or persons. It was persons, two people to be precise; their silhouettes easily indicating their sexes were of males, though she was having difficulty perceiving any more details. One she estimated to be at least the towering height of at least six feet, granted she was off by a few inches either way, and the other was somewhere around five foot, possibly smaller deemed by his posture.

In the vibrant rays, a snicker echoed from the doorway in which she assumed was because her less than pristine form."Hey, go tell 'im sleepin' beauty is up!" One of the two silhouettes ordered in a voice of deep accent. From what it appeared, the voice had belonged to the towering figure and she estimated he was either in his mid twenties or early thirties.

Kori eyes narrowed to slits, her eyelids lowered to the point her eyelashes brushed her upper cheeks. Both men, who had very, clear sight of her, erupted into a series of chuckles at her poisonous look. One's laughter rumbled from the deep recess of his belly while the other's raised more or less an octave in pitch; her thoughts wavering about the second figure's gender. It took a large amount of her will to recoil the snarl that vibrated in her throat, for surely if she growled she would only sound like a wounded dog whose pride had been hurt more than its injured body, something that was guaranteed to create more of that frustrating laughter from the two in front of her.

When their amusement had been depleted, they entered the room, one coming toward her in a thundering shuffle, suggesting the man was heavily built composed of toned muscle. The other migrated toward her with light lithe steps, a lean figure possibly maybe that the one of a young woman. They stopped beside her, resting on her left and rightward sides where they removed her shackles, slipping the circular metal pin off the protruding iron nose. The metal iron lips fell from her wrist, contacting the wooden floorboards in a muffled metal clank, harmlessly sitting beside her as if they had done no wrong. Her wrist had undoubtedly swollen to a pinkish red irritation, trails of blood falling from her pencil line circular wound at a constant pace, staining not only her hands but the billowing fabric of her sleeves, a sight which infuriated her.

They did not allow her a moment to relish in her newfound freedom for they roughly gripped her arms, forcefully throwing from the shifting floor to the doorway, placing her onto her off balanced feet. Kori gifted them with a glance of cold hate; however, it did not in the least affect their characters for they easily brushed the insult away in which earned her another snicker from the small framed person.

The next moments were spent in attempts to collect her bearings, stabilizing her stance so she could suitably walk without the threat of falling. Yet their manners once more proved to be of impeccable taste for one of them or possibly both she could not tell, had roughly pushed her forward. She stumbled precariously as she traveled to the hollowed entrance where she latched onto its edges as she once more tried to find stability.

The sight that greeted her was the expansive deck of a well groomed ship, the waves crashing against the sides in a welcoming greeting, spraying the wooden floor with salty water, the sun bathing it with illuminating heat. The sky appeared to be the masterpiece of an artist, the tantalizing bright shades of color layered upon each other; feathery pink stroked the deep line of the horizon, purple staining the edges of the dawning blue, angelic yellow peaking from the mass of fluffed white clouds. Part of her waited patiently for God to reach his gentle hands out, to tear the clouds apart and send a white dove to rescue her though she knew the chances of that occurring were very slim maybe not even considered a possibility. But she was still allowed to dream was she not.

Sailors were in constant motion, running up and down the deck ever which way, yells and shouts and cries brewing with the infectiously delicious air. She saw flashes of nets being thrown all around, the mast pulled and tugged, the art in which to find the perfect angle to capture the elusive wind to continue the vessels unhindered journey.

The view was so particularly alluring it drew Kori outwards, away from her sanctuary and into the direct touch of the sun. Yet that could not even deter Kori's irritation toward her two intruding visitors as she turned to faced them with barefaced fury, her tongue burning with a scolding in which she fully hoped would cause an ache to their ears.

Much to her distaste, she found instead of a series of long winded chides her eyes had began studying her enemies, eyeing and weighing their features and frame, attempting to gauge their skill.

The taller man caught her gaze for in the backdrop of the golden ocean he was a prominent figure, his midnight skin like an ominous cloud in the canvas of the heavenly sky. He possessed not a strand of hair on his scalp as might a baby at birth would appear, the skin of his head dully reflecting the sun's rays. His face was dominated by large onyx orbs, his eyes refreshingly ovular in shape than the narrowed eyed nobles of England. She was right in her judgment for he was of a stark build; the fabric of his shirt hugged his protruding curved muscles. He had a straight posture, not one of perfect erection but with the smallest of arches in his back she supposed caused from the weight of his build.

The silhouette in which Kori inwardly debated on came to be revealed as a man, a young one just peaking into his prime. He had the body of boy just beginning the stages of manhood, lankly limbs hanging by his side, the hinting of lean muscles beneath a scrawny figure. Long uncombed hair the shade of the darkened forest in the brightest hours of the day hung over his jade irises, peering at her with unabashed amusement though she could not understand what about her had amused him so. His skin was pale, paler than the pearl silken fabric of her dress, and if not for his steadiness she would have worried he was very ill.

What she found even more abnormal more so than their features was their hygiene. They were clean, pores unclogged, skin absent of any signs of dirt and grime; they even smelled faintly of Hamman Bouquet! At her baffled expression, their mouths curved into a mischievous grin where she quick to note the white quality of their teeth. She was surprised to find herself even going as far to claim that their clothes (white undershirts laid over with waist coats that corresponded with their unique features paired with dark trousers and leather boots that came midway to their calves) did not even have a speck of lint on them.

What was wrong with these people? Were they not supposed to be similar to their alter ego's in books, foul smelling men who had accumulated so much grime and dirt that their skin would start to deteriorate and turn black? And their teeth should have at the least been yellow and decaying from lack of concern! She had not even begun her complaints on their clothes. She had never heard in life of a pirate wearing a waistcoat much less in the proper manner! If anything she fit the image of pirate in this current moment more than they were, something she found very discerning in her soul, something in which that unraveled her last ounce of secure logic and sent it spiraling in her mind as the questions overwhelmed her conscious.

But as she was going to ask these plaguing questions, she was roughly turned in a circle, their hands tightly clasping hers shoulders as they began to guide her forward and further onto the deck. Kori, of course, struggled and tried to impede them to prevent them from taking her to wherever the intended destination; however, they kept their focus, their hands firm against her shoulder as they guided her forward in which it took all her concentration to match their pace in avoidance of gaining an intimacy with the wooden face of the deck.

"Stop pushing me you bastards! I can walk perfectly fine on my own. But, of course, you would not know that because you have not given me the chance, now have you?" Kori was unabashed in her tone, the word bastard falling from her lips without any hesitation. In their moment of surprise, she tugged her arms free from their grasp, traveling forward without the slightest clue of direction in which she was supposed to be going, much less which way was presumably the most harmless.

She heard a low whistle behind her. "She has a temper eh. She might be a challenge, this one." The whisper was in baritone notes, undoubtedly spoken by the taller man, most likely meant to only be heard by his companion. The boy did not have a reply and she could only assume that he nodded his head in silent agreement.

"Where are you trying to take me any?" Kori commanded demandingly from the two pirates as they pointed her to an entrance door in which lead to the hull. The men remained for the most part silent, applying most of their energy to supplying her with understandable directions, her feet blindly moving to their commands as she tried to place the long winding corridors permanently into her memory in order to form some sort of map in which she could use to escape later.

"The Captain order for you in his quarters. You should consider this an honor, not every day the Captain goes out to collect someone, especially women. Though he doesn't need to, they usually come onto him like bees to honey. Partly what makes him an annoying bastard in my opinion." It was the young man who had answered her this time, his tone laced with admiration despite the insult he had given to his higher up.

While the answer had given her some information it was not to quench her thirst. All she truly learned was she was taken by a man named "Captain" and according to his young underlings opinion he was one of great looks who had women on their own violation seeking him out. It really made her doubt the so called "honor" in this action for all it caused her was worse despair for her predicament.

As they were journeying down a corridor, Kori saw it came to a parting, another hallway running to the left and the other to a right. She judged she was at least a foot in distance from her two guides who had foolishly fallen for her relaxed posture and slightly lowered their guard.

She sent one last glance at the pair. It was true when it came to size that the taller man outmatched her, but on the other hand when it came to speed she had no doubt that she had the upper hand. Even with the greatest of training, she knew he would be slower due to his much heavier body mass. Yet the genius of the pair was the younger one who was obviously light and lithe on his feet and was meant to catch their victims such as her. And to make matters more unfavorable, she was in state of great pain, every moment her body quivering in crippling shocks. She did not know if she could stand any longer, much less run.

Subtly, she increased her pace, her steps gaining a half second more speed, a second, two seconds, three seconds and so forth until she had stretched that distance to at least a foot and a half. She loosened the twisting tension in her back, stepping with lighter pressure, balancing precariously on the padded platform of her feet.

The hallways were looming nearer, the edges of the wall peering at her, beckoning her to them. It was only moments later she reached division of the corridors. Without a sound, her feet followed her command, turning with her body's natural inclination, thundering through the right hallway. They followed after, an immediate response she had expected and planned. As they were attempting to catch her she slipped into the nearest room, her heart pulsating under her breast, her breathless pants misting her vision.

At her disappearance, she expected them barge into the room, to pound their way past the week defense of the door and drag her to wherever this "Captain" man was. However, they stayed suspiciously submissive over the ordeal, huffing silently outside the entrance.

This did not settle with her conscious, thoughts seeking a reason in which stalled them from recapturing. Her mental toils came to a wasted effort and she chose to focus on the actual threats behind her rather than future ones that were before her.

Seconds, minutes passed as they rediscovered their control over their lungs, their breathing evening to a soft cadence, her weight still bearing the door. It was then she heard it, the definite click of lock, a signal of its closure and in this case her ruin. Realizing the severity of her mistake, a panic rush changed her priorities as she gripped the doorknob tightly in both hands, pulling at it with all the strength she could muster. Yet no matter how she rattled the rounded object the door refused to reopen, her instincts at this point overcome by terror as she began to pound the door with closed fists, hoping desperately if she were to create enough noise someone on this rotten vessel would take pity on her and release her.

"Unlock this door right now you rotten bastards, you filthy scoundrels-" She was screaming now, fearful yells brought upon great desperation, hands once more firmly gripping the gilded doorknob, yanking and rattling the poor device with all her might.

"I have to say this the first time I have ever come across a noble woman with such scandalous tongue. It is very amusing sight I will admit, especially when the woman in question is very appealing to the eyes."

The voice emitted somewhere behind her, deep inside the chamber, falling to her ears in a pleasing manner. The voice held the quality of liquid velvet, smooth and rich in baritone notes, similar to the voice of a young rich man soon to inherit his father's company who did not want to hold the responsibility. However behind the mask of flirtation she heard underling hints of cold contempt, of a distant soul, the tone of cynicism enticing her heart to pound with understanding.

Enchanted by the mystery, Kori paused in her noise making; softly spinning on her toes to the husky tone, praying whoever he was could not see her shivering arousal. As she settled her arched feet to the ground, her form turned toward the foreign chamber, her orbs connecting with the beautiful indescribable irises the ones she distinctly remembered in the mirror before she fell to oblivion.

"You are the one who kidnapped me!" Her voice was quivering, a deep pulsating anger shaking her core as she took a trembling step forward, heat flushing her cheeks as her breath turned ragged.

The man did not confirm or deny her statement, he did not even respond with a witty comment; rather he took an advancing step toward her. Sensing the presence of ill will, she stumbled backwards, only to scold herself as her spine met with the door, the doorknob pressing into the small of her back. Through the fringe of her eyelashes, she watched as he loomed closer, his frame slowly filling her vision, the echo of his footsteps rising in a louder volume, his breathing ghosting over her mouth.

Was this how her mother felt; driven into a corner, physically and mentally unable to blockade the looming figure that surely would only promise her anguish? Did her spine arch in this angle, as if to say she wanted the man's touch? Did her heart race as he stood over, staring unwaveringly into her eyes, amazing orbs creating flushing heat, tearing at her frayed nerves? Did her fingers ache besides her, calling for the man in front of her, begging to touch him, to learn the winding lines of his body?

His steps were slow, sensual in their strut; confident, her heart tightening in her chest as she struggled to collect the steaming air around her. Before her eyes, she watched with pounding fascination as he sauntered to her. It felt to her senses as if an eternity had passed before he even reached her, time having warped to agonizing slow, when the reality of it was the process had only occurred in a few short minutes. He stood before her, never letting their chests come into flushing contact, hovering at her edges, the heat of skin emitting from him like the roaring waves of the ocean.

His calloused hand rose to her face, his fingertips ghostly feathered the curve of her jaw. Her breath hitched to laborious pants and before she was aware, she leaned into his touch, his sweet warmth pressing against her iced cheek.

Her head was flowing with predictions, cruel actions she expected to occur in such a brief time she could not accept them. In attempt to bring a curtain to the world outside of her, she lowered her eyelids, letting the soothing darkness that hid behind her eyelashes engulf her. It was hopeless action, a fruitless endeavor in which would most likely cause her more torment.

The strumming beat of the clock ticked behind them, resonating emptily. All that could be heard was their mingling breaths, misting clouds sweeping their throats with sweltering heat. Her skin, of course excluding his hand, was void of his presence. She had not felt to application of his mouth on her neck, the wandering of his hands, the grazing of his teeth. Her back arched into the door, the cold of surface of the doorknob seeping through the thin layer of dress that clothed her spine, his frame so deliciously close to hers.

Time passed quietly and when nothing further had transpired, Kori torturously slow lifted her eyelid covering her left eye, stunned by the unwavering magnificent gaze of his bluish gray orbs. Transfixed by their natural beauty, she reopened her right eye, becoming breathtakingly rigid as his hand set in the motion of sinuous circles, the leather callous of his thumb rough against her skin.

He was alluring; his vivid irises charming her to him like the waves of untamed ocean, water warm lapping her frame as she daringly journeyed deeper in his suffocating depths. His soothing motions fell to a gentle halt, his muscles tantalizingly tightening as he shifted his weight away from her. He stood before her, proud, similar to a man who displayed his dominating authority over his wife. Yet underneath his arrogance, she discovered the softened edges of his irises, a gentle love cloaked by bold indifference.

He held her gaze, unfolding himself more and more with every passing second, emotions she supposed he buried expressing themselves vibrantly in his orbs. As he was about to fall into the state of vulnerability, of an unmasked truthfulness, he softly turned away from her, severing their connection.

His interest focused onto the wardrobe resting on the western wall, a polished oak structure gleaming in the low lights of the oil lamps. It was a fairly sizable wardrobe, swallowing a good portion of the wall behind it with its outstretched rear panels. Two decoratively carved doors composed much of frontward side of the bureau, two small drawers with painted handles of gold gleamed below. With ease, the doors spread open, a response to the man's gentle tugging, revealing grand clothes neatly hanging inside. He plucked a pair of pants and shirt, closing the doors after completing his task, before he bent downward to entice one of the drawers open in which he grabbed a mass of white. She could not identify the item; though, it worried her not as she directed her straying conscious to the matters at hand.

Her mother and father had taught her well. It was their logic in which enabled her to slip out of the firm grip of trouble as many times as she had, for the most part unscathed. Yet in this state of affairs, their wisdom gave her no comfort, no concise plan of action nor a method in which to secure her survival. The only act she could perform was to familiarize herself with her new surroundings and the people inhabiting them.

With the perfect opportunity presenting itself before her, Kori shifted her attention away from the man to the interior of the chamber. The room held a distinct similarity between the bed chamber she had unearthed in the abandoned ship (painfully reminding her of the reason in how she involved herself in this complex disaster) with a handful of minor differences.

A bed was propped on the northern wall, narrow and long in shape, though wide enough to hold two lovers. Sheets of crimson silk dressed a quality mattress, contrasting it beautifully were pillows adorned with covers of the purest white and black silk were elegantly angled to rest against the bed's headboard. It was not difficult for Kori to imagine the man occupying the room with her under those sheets, entangled with a beautiful woman, their legs intertwined, their hands wandering, their mouths searching. It was such a provocative notion Kori flushed to the hue of rose, her heart's pounding flooding her hearing.

As not to distract her thoughts, Kori shifted her focus, her eyes roaming over wood grained walls. Excluding the two considerable pieces of furniture, the room was under furnished, barren walls blankly staring at her, devoid of any artwork or portraits. It did not provide any clues or hints about the "Captain" other than the fact he was a well guarded man.

With only one choice of option opened to her, Kori transferred her scrutiny to the source of her captivity and puzzlement. His stature was on the shorter side, judged by men she had encountered in her existence, only rising the smallest number of inches over her height. That did not deter him in the least for he strutted about with pride, not one originated from blinded arrogance but rather a steady fast stability and belief in his character and judgment.

His head was crowned with a thick layer of long ebony strands, unruly hanging to his neck, fringing across his forehead and partially concealing his magnificent orbs. His face was angularly proportioned; his nose smaller and sharper than hers, his jaw line curved pointedly, his pale pink lips irresistibly kissable.

His lean muscle was sculpted by his light gray ruffled undershirt, his blue checkered waist coast straining against his chiseled abdominal muscles. Her eyes continued to roam, following strong legs clothed in charcoal trousers, her journey coming to a halt at his ebon leather calf boots.

It was not an exaggeration to say she was attracted to this man, that lust trembled her core in fiery desire and passion, her bones aching to wrap him in her arms and play out the little naughty vision in her mind. It was her fear ridden mind that grounded her to the door that disallowed her to fulfill her impulses.

He closed the doors to the wardrobe, for its usefulness had been drained away. In silent assured steps, he gaited past her, leaving her breathless in his sensual effortlessness, folded clothes bundled in his arms, the unknown mass revealed itself as a fluffed towel that hung in the grip of his hand. Her head turned to follow his footsteps, peering curiously at him as he disappeared behind the squared arch of the door way.

Not daring to unpeel herself from the safety of the door, she leaned her body to the point of unhinged balance, her eyes searching the room. When her eyes caught the circled edge of a porcelain bath, a gilded clawed foot captivated her attention, throwing her into the state of disarrayed confusion.

Is that a bathroom? Kori questioned to herself as she prayed it was not an illusion of an exhausted mind.

Minutes later he reappeared, leaning against the door in a suave manner, his depth gaze staring through her soul, warm pleasurable shivers crawling down the length of her spine.

"Unless you wish to remain in that state," His eyes were heavy as he trailed down her figure, his eyes following her winding curves with lustful fascination, "I suggest you go take a bath while you have the luxury of warm water." His voice flowed over her senses like liquid velvet; even the impatience in his tone could not lessen his alluring attraction.

The features of her face easily conformed into a façade of indifference, her posture erect, her saunter sensual, her steps echoless. As she reached the door, he politely sidled away, allowing her passage. She paused for a moment, their eyes once again forming a strong gravitating connection, before shattering it once more as she strutted into the bathroom, only to turn on her heels to face him once more. Gently she laid her hand on his forearm, guiding him to the edge of the doorway, even though clearly he was not blocking the entrance before she shut the door.

Silently, he stared at the wooden contraption, her touch lingering warmly against his skin and wonder if he was in for more trouble than he originally planned.

Author's Notes: Another chapter rewritten and now only twenty two more to go. In this chapter, I wanted to expand a little on Kori's character and introduce Richard. One of my main problems with this chapter was I didn't feel I did a good enough job describing Richard's physical attributes. I want my readers to visualize him like I did; I wanted to write him so beautifully that all my female readers are lusting after him. I do not know if I did that but I feel it is a much better attempt.

1. Hamman's Bouquet is a perfume created in 1872 in London England by a man named William Penhaligon. The scent is made from lavender, bergamot, rose, cedar wood, iris, jasmine, amber, musk and sandalwood. The scent is still in production today. A modern day homage of this perfume has been created of this perfume and it is called Elixir and was created by a perfumer Olivia Giacobetti.

2. For those who do not know what a waistcoat is, it a decorative vest worn in the Victorian Era by men and was essential to every outfit. It is very unusual for Richard, Victor and Gar to be wearing this garment because they are pirates. However, you will notice that I do not want to make the standard greasy, rotten teeth, pillaging pirate. You notice in the cartoon that often the Teen Titans are very hi-tech, very up to date, and I want to reflect that in this story.

Chapter 4 Timeline:

August 21, 1873

Kori awakens after her kidnapping. After coming to terms with her situation, two men barrage into her captivity cell, claiming to escort her to a man named the Captain. She attempts to escape only to learn that she trapped herself where they intended to take her. The Captain she quickly recognizes as her kidnapper who then backs her into the corner. They have a brief moment of close contact before he gives her clothes and a towel and leads her into the bathroom.