My eyes open and all I see is a stone ceiling barely visible in the
candlelit room.
"It's freaking cold in here."
I sit up to survey my surroundings.
I see a couple of stone pillars, a folded up robe by my feet, and a man lying on an altar next to me.
"Why am I so cold?" I look down and see my bare breasts. "Gasp. I'm naked?!" I place my arms over my chest and look around.
I jump off the altar and grab the robe placing it over my head trying to put it on.
"Yeah, right, like that guy saw me."
I know that he's alive, because I can see his chest rise and fall from his breathing.
I hear a groan and duck down.
".uhhh. my head."
I peek over the altar. I can see the man move slightly.
"(Clank). What the.?" He moves his head and look at his arms and legs. He starts to struggle, "What the hell? Who the hell?"
He stops moving as if something caught his attention. He turns his head and sees me peering up from the side of my altar.
"Hey."
I duck back down pressing my back up against the stone.
"I know you're there. Hey, can you help me? Or are you here to kill me? I could get myself out of this predicament, but there seems to be a spell holding these shackles down. Hello?"
I didn't know what to do. Who is this guy? And where the hell am I?
I clear my throat, "I don't know who you are, but I'm definitely not here to kill you."
No response.
I turn back around and poke my head up to peek. He looks in my direction as if he knew I was going to pop back up.
"Gasp." And back down I go again.
His brow wrinkles in confusion, "Uh, I'm not going to hurt you. If that's what you think. Can you help me out or not?"
Not moving an inch, I ask, "What do you want me to do?"
An eyebrow lifts, "Help me out of these shackles?"
"How do I know I can trust you? What if you're chained down for a reason?"
I hear a big sigh.
"Then why are YOU here?" He asks.
I sit there and ponder. Now that's a good question. Why am I here?
"I don't know. I just woke up and I was just lying here. Don't confuse me anymore than what I all ready am." I place my head in my hands.
"You know, this would go a lot easier if you would just help me out."
"And what if I don't?"
He rolls his eyes, "then I'll have to kill yah."
I stand up and yell, "You said you weren't going to hurt me!"
He looks at me and smirks, "It's about time you finally showed yourself.(what the?). You're not very intimidating."
"Intimidating? What do you mean?" I ask, walking a few steps closer, "I'm not here to intimidate you."
He laughs, "Are you going to help me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
I stare at him for a while, "You."
He laughs again, "Me? I haven't done anything to you yet. What makes you think I'd hurt you?"
"Well. Yet? Yyeet?!" My eyes narrow and I start to storm away.
All of a sudden, I hear the sound of metal hitting the stone floor, and a hand grabs my wrist.
"Ah, let go. Let go!"
"You think I'm going to let you go? I wasn't born yesterday, you know," his other hand breaks free of its shackles.
I stare feeling very afraid. I gasp, "I thought you said you couldn't' get out?!" I start to struggle trying to twist free of his grasp.
"Oh, no, you don't." He sits up and pulls me towards him keeping a firm grip on my wrist.
Trying to pry his hand off my wrist, I yell, "Let me go! What do you want from me?!"
He keeps his hand tight on my wrist while his other hand is trying to break the confines of his legs. "You need to quit squirming so I can get out of this."
I continue squirming. A thought comes to my mind and I decide to bite his hand, but he lifts my arm up and almost suspends me in the air.
"Heh. Nice try, Babe." He kicks and finally breaks free of his shackles.
I stare at him. Fear welling in my eyes, I dare not breathe.
He gets up off the altar, while still holding my arm. He stands there and looks at me with his other hand on his hip.
"Now, you gonna tell me what's going on? Or am I going to have to." He purposely leaves the sentence open for me to fill in. His eyes narrow.
"You tricked me," I say.
Oh, God, I'm scared. What do I do now? I look at him trembling. At least, I think I'm trembling. I must not let him know I'm afraid.
He cocks his head and is about to say something.
I interrupt, "please, please don't hurt me." So much for showing him I wasn't afraid.
He laughs, "I'm not going to hurt you." He eyes me up and down.
I just stare at him. No emotions showing. Do I believe him?
Fear consumes a lot of a person's mind, and I almost forget about my other hand. Without a second thought, I hit him.
"Smack."
He lets go.
I back up and start to rub my wrist.
"Ow." He says. He looks at me and rubs his cheek. "Well, if you're not here to do any harm then, " he shrugs his shoulders. "Later, Babe."
He grabs his jacket, along with his sword and guns from the floor and starts to walk away.
I stand in disbelief, "There were weapons on the floor and I didn't even see them?"
My eyes follow him, "Hey, wait. Where are you going?" He stops in his tracks as if thinking about what I just said.
I continue, "uh. Where am I? And where are my clothes?"
He starts to walk away again.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. Aren't you going to say anything? Are you just going to leave me here?" I stand there dumbfounded while he walks out the room not saying a word.
Great. I'm totally lost and confused and I meet some guy who's a total asshole. What next?
I look down and pull on my robe. I shake my head slowly, "I must look pretty silly."
For humor's sake, I pinch my arm, "Ow. Okay, I'm awake."
**********
Dante walks out of the room, puts his jacket on and holsters his weapons. He continues to walk slowly while trying to listen to what I am saying. He chuckles.
Dante stops and leans his back up against the wall. Without moving his head, he glances to the side.
He starts to say to himself, "there's something weird about that woman." he pauses for a while, "I sensed her even though I didn't see her," he shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought, "nah, it must be something in the air."
He pushes off the wall and continues to walk further from the room.
**********
What is this feeling? There's no one here, but I feel like someone's close by. I look around trying to discern where or if someone was standing around in the same room, "hmph. I'm just scared so my mind is working overtime." I shake my head quickly, "it's nothing."
Walking towards the opening that man had disappeared into, I scan the room one last time. I see nothing useful so I continue to the door. I peek around the opening and examine the corridor. I can see the silhouette of a man in the distance.
It must be that guy. The silhouette stops as if it knows someone's watching him. He turns his head to the side as if to look.
My eyes widen. I duck back out of sight.
Okay, that was weird. Did he sense me? No way. I sigh.
"It's freaking cold in here."
I sit up to survey my surroundings.
I see a couple of stone pillars, a folded up robe by my feet, and a man lying on an altar next to me.
"Why am I so cold?" I look down and see my bare breasts. "Gasp. I'm naked?!" I place my arms over my chest and look around.
I jump off the altar and grab the robe placing it over my head trying to put it on.
"Yeah, right, like that guy saw me."
I know that he's alive, because I can see his chest rise and fall from his breathing.
I hear a groan and duck down.
".uhhh. my head."
I peek over the altar. I can see the man move slightly.
"(Clank). What the.?" He moves his head and look at his arms and legs. He starts to struggle, "What the hell? Who the hell?"
He stops moving as if something caught his attention. He turns his head and sees me peering up from the side of my altar.
"Hey."
I duck back down pressing my back up against the stone.
"I know you're there. Hey, can you help me? Or are you here to kill me? I could get myself out of this predicament, but there seems to be a spell holding these shackles down. Hello?"
I didn't know what to do. Who is this guy? And where the hell am I?
I clear my throat, "I don't know who you are, but I'm definitely not here to kill you."
No response.
I turn back around and poke my head up to peek. He looks in my direction as if he knew I was going to pop back up.
"Gasp." And back down I go again.
His brow wrinkles in confusion, "Uh, I'm not going to hurt you. If that's what you think. Can you help me out or not?"
Not moving an inch, I ask, "What do you want me to do?"
An eyebrow lifts, "Help me out of these shackles?"
"How do I know I can trust you? What if you're chained down for a reason?"
I hear a big sigh.
"Then why are YOU here?" He asks.
I sit there and ponder. Now that's a good question. Why am I here?
"I don't know. I just woke up and I was just lying here. Don't confuse me anymore than what I all ready am." I place my head in my hands.
"You know, this would go a lot easier if you would just help me out."
"And what if I don't?"
He rolls his eyes, "then I'll have to kill yah."
I stand up and yell, "You said you weren't going to hurt me!"
He looks at me and smirks, "It's about time you finally showed yourself.(what the?). You're not very intimidating."
"Intimidating? What do you mean?" I ask, walking a few steps closer, "I'm not here to intimidate you."
He laughs, "Are you going to help me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
I stare at him for a while, "You."
He laughs again, "Me? I haven't done anything to you yet. What makes you think I'd hurt you?"
"Well. Yet? Yyeet?!" My eyes narrow and I start to storm away.
All of a sudden, I hear the sound of metal hitting the stone floor, and a hand grabs my wrist.
"Ah, let go. Let go!"
"You think I'm going to let you go? I wasn't born yesterday, you know," his other hand breaks free of its shackles.
I stare feeling very afraid. I gasp, "I thought you said you couldn't' get out?!" I start to struggle trying to twist free of his grasp.
"Oh, no, you don't." He sits up and pulls me towards him keeping a firm grip on my wrist.
Trying to pry his hand off my wrist, I yell, "Let me go! What do you want from me?!"
He keeps his hand tight on my wrist while his other hand is trying to break the confines of his legs. "You need to quit squirming so I can get out of this."
I continue squirming. A thought comes to my mind and I decide to bite his hand, but he lifts my arm up and almost suspends me in the air.
"Heh. Nice try, Babe." He kicks and finally breaks free of his shackles.
I stare at him. Fear welling in my eyes, I dare not breathe.
He gets up off the altar, while still holding my arm. He stands there and looks at me with his other hand on his hip.
"Now, you gonna tell me what's going on? Or am I going to have to." He purposely leaves the sentence open for me to fill in. His eyes narrow.
"You tricked me," I say.
Oh, God, I'm scared. What do I do now? I look at him trembling. At least, I think I'm trembling. I must not let him know I'm afraid.
He cocks his head and is about to say something.
I interrupt, "please, please don't hurt me." So much for showing him I wasn't afraid.
He laughs, "I'm not going to hurt you." He eyes me up and down.
I just stare at him. No emotions showing. Do I believe him?
Fear consumes a lot of a person's mind, and I almost forget about my other hand. Without a second thought, I hit him.
"Smack."
He lets go.
I back up and start to rub my wrist.
"Ow." He says. He looks at me and rubs his cheek. "Well, if you're not here to do any harm then, " he shrugs his shoulders. "Later, Babe."
He grabs his jacket, along with his sword and guns from the floor and starts to walk away.
I stand in disbelief, "There were weapons on the floor and I didn't even see them?"
My eyes follow him, "Hey, wait. Where are you going?" He stops in his tracks as if thinking about what I just said.
I continue, "uh. Where am I? And where are my clothes?"
He starts to walk away again.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. Aren't you going to say anything? Are you just going to leave me here?" I stand there dumbfounded while he walks out the room not saying a word.
Great. I'm totally lost and confused and I meet some guy who's a total asshole. What next?
I look down and pull on my robe. I shake my head slowly, "I must look pretty silly."
For humor's sake, I pinch my arm, "Ow. Okay, I'm awake."
**********
Dante walks out of the room, puts his jacket on and holsters his weapons. He continues to walk slowly while trying to listen to what I am saying. He chuckles.
Dante stops and leans his back up against the wall. Without moving his head, he glances to the side.
He starts to say to himself, "there's something weird about that woman." he pauses for a while, "I sensed her even though I didn't see her," he shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought, "nah, it must be something in the air."
He pushes off the wall and continues to walk further from the room.
**********
What is this feeling? There's no one here, but I feel like someone's close by. I look around trying to discern where or if someone was standing around in the same room, "hmph. I'm just scared so my mind is working overtime." I shake my head quickly, "it's nothing."
Walking towards the opening that man had disappeared into, I scan the room one last time. I see nothing useful so I continue to the door. I peek around the opening and examine the corridor. I can see the silhouette of a man in the distance.
It must be that guy. The silhouette stops as if it knows someone's watching him. He turns his head to the side as if to look.
My eyes widen. I duck back out of sight.
Okay, that was weird. Did he sense me? No way. I sigh.