Tears stung my eyes as the noise of the things got louder as they drew nearer to me. I may not have been able to see them, but I knew. The tears were hot on my cold flesh as I backed away from the noise, the gurgling growls of the mutated creatures. I could hear the metal bars bend and snap at random and I so desperately wanted to cry, to scream, to DIE but I was immortal and there was nothing I could do to stop what I knew was going to be a bloodbath. I didn't have my sword with me, my hands were shackled and I couldn't very well kick them because of being tied with what I assumed were... dear god, intestines. My pants were ripped at the bottom, letting me feel the squishy, wet and slimy stuff they used to bind me. I don't want to suffer like this! I never asked for any of this! I NEVER asked for a child to call my own! And I sure as hell didn't ask to be put into this situation! " L..." A raspy, croak of someone's voice rang out, though it had the underlying of childish giddiness to it that almost made me gasp. Almost. Who was that? Why did they want to help me? What was it? Who was it? But I could feel the shackles loosen and fall off and then something cut whatever kept my feet tied off and suddenly, everything was shrouded in red.
I yelped at the sudden light surrounding me and allowing me to see the entirety of the room. It was a dungeon. Simple as that. Bodies lined the walls, old and new beyond recognition and body parts of both demons and elves. Severed heads were hung from the ceiling.
(TBCS)