Chapter 21: Villain Clichés
I awoke inside a dark round room made out of reinforced steel with a reddish tint. There seemed to be a pit of bubbling liquid in the middle of the room, bearing a strong resemblance to radioactive waste.
I, myself was inside a black metal cage at the back of the room with bars that were impossible to squeeze through. I felt like a canary stuck in a birdcage, except I didn't feel like chirping or singing since the situation at hand didn't really call for it.
Then my assailant entered the room. They still wore a black hooded cloak that made them resemble a dæmon, the only other current visible feature was the purple boots they were wearing that made a large sound with every step they took, as they got closer and closer to my prison cell.
"I see that you think you'd found a safe haven, hmm, my dear?" I heard them say, the voice was female, scratchy but in no way weak, it sounded very familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"W-who-who are you? What do you want?" I asked hesitantly.
"You really can't put the pieces together Zaí? You're denser than driftwood!" she insulted. "Ok, I guess the cat had to come out of the bag eventually." she then removed her black cloak letting it drop to the cold concrete floor below. I gasped in shock.
She had bright magenta hair and a crazed look in her eye, she wore a mauve dress with a large black "X" logo on the front, the sleeves were torn so her left sleeve ended at her elbow whereas the right one went almost all the way down to her hand, the dress was paired with fuchsia fishnet stockings and matching mauve boots, she looked to be my age and she was,
My kidnapper standing directly in front of me was none other than my traitorous, vile, murderous former best friend...
DeDe.
"DeDe?!" I cried out in shock.
"In the flesh, you oughta know a thing or two about flesh eh Zaí? considering it is constantly rotting off your body, freak." she stated before letting out a menacing chortle.
"Why are you doing this?" I questioned.
"If you think I'm gonna reveal my plot to you by monologuing then you are sadly mistaken little miss Rigor Mortis." she claimed.
"I'll tell you what I'm doing when I feel like it, and until then I think you need to be taught a little lesson, a lesson in...torture.