Hey. I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting lately. I got really sick, and now I am recovering. So, here's the next chapter. Enjoy..
Mei-mei's pov:
The guard tossed me to the floor. I was in a room filled with male bladers. I set aside a moment for observation. Doji was sitting on a chair, that I could tell, was suppose to be a throne. Aleksei sat at his right hand.
"I won't talk, if that's what you want." I said, feeling defiant to extreme levels.
"That's a shame. I suppose Madoka will be mad at you for making her suffering far longer than it needs to be. But that's your choice."
I bit my lips, knowing that he was full serious. But I also know that Madoka will understand. Even if it meant more torture for my best friend. And then there was Yu to think about. What would become of him if anything happen to Madoka. She's be devastated. And that sadist would win yet again. But that's not something I could fix. And Yu wasn't all alone, was he? Didn't he have Ryuga? I mean, that's better than nothing. But then...
"You still won't get anything from me." I spat.
"Aw, that's too bad. It's such a shame. Madoka was so pretty. I'd hate to do anything to that pretty face of her's."
"You're sick, you know that?!"
I was pulled up to face him by my hair. I did my best not to scream.
"No. I'm doing what I do best."
"You got that right. You're being sick and twisted."
"No. I'm covering for myself."
"There's a difference?"
"Major. Take her away."
I was led back to my cell. And this time, I felt so alone.