AUTHOR'S NOTE: Boredom... kills... so bored...

DISCLAIMER: I only own Jennifer, Sammie, Damion and Kyle.

CHAPTER TWELVE:

A NIGHT WITH THE EXECUTIONERS

"Oh, I wish I was an oscar meiyer weiner, everyone would be in love with me!" Sammie sang off key. After literrally being dragged away by two monks and one following behind with a stinkin bowgun, Sammie had tried to convince the monks twice that she was queen over Europe. Once the monks stopped and let go of her arms, waiting for her to show some proof. When they did that Sammie had taken off, only to run smack dab into a monk in a red robe and wearing a strange goat like mask. She was then captured again and was ignored all the way to the torture shed.

Her hands were chained against the wall, and she was in a small man cage with two large, but dumb Garradors standing guard. Sammie carefully and with alot of trouble picked up a piece of stale bread with her chained left hand and threw it at one of the Garradors. The Garrador screamed angrily, alerting the other one, and they both ran around in circles with their claws out, attacking one another. Sammie laughed as she watched one cut off the other's head. "You are so stupid!" She yelled, kicking her feet.

"Stop that!" Sammie looked up and saw Saddler staring down at her (no he's not on top of the ceiling!). "What do you want now?" She asked irritably. "First you seperate me and my friend, then you chain me up in this 'lovely' torture chamber, and now you interrupting my dinner and a show." Saddler smirked at her. "Don't smirk at me." Sammie growled. Saddler chuckled. He disappeared from view for second, then the chamber room's door opened and he walked down the steps with Mendez and a little midget dressed up like Napolean Bonaparte.

"Hey! Look! It's a mini version of Napolean! Napolean's mini me!" Sammie said. She, with alot of trouble, put her right pinky finger by her lip. "Hello there, mini me." She said, imitating whatever-the-dude's- name-is from Austin Powers. Mendez and Saddler looked at her like she was retarded and the midget glared at her. "What? Haven't you ever heard of Austin Powers? You know, "get in my belly!" ?" Now the midget was looking at her funny.

"Stop lookin at me you turds!" Sammie yelled angrily. Saddler smirked again. "Let me introduce you to this beautiful castle's new castellan," He nodded toward the midget. The midget stepped toward her cage. "Mi amor Ramon Salazar, and don't forget it. You are in my castle, and my bodyguards will prevent you from escaping now that your other guards are dead." Ramon looked slowly at the two dead Garradors, one beheaded, the other ran into a wall and bashed his head in.

Sammie laughed hysterically, making all three men look at her. "What is so funny now." Saddler demanded rather than asked. Sammie calmed down and said, "The midget's body guards! They're probably gonna be four feet tall!"

Suddenly two seven feet tall robed creatures stepped into the room with spears. Sammie instantly shut up, making Salazar smirk. "THese are my bodyguards. Both called Verdugo, which means excutioner." Sammie's eyes widened. Spending the night in a torture chamber was bad enough, but with these things guarding her cell? That was a nightmare surpassing all nightmares.

Mendez, Saddler, and Salazar turned to leave. Ramon looked back at her. "Goodnight, senorita, see you in the morning. IF you are still alive." With that, he walked out laughing evilly.

The two Verdugos took their positions standing outside her cell. One looked back at her, making sure she wasn't trying to escape. Sammie smiled sheepishly at it. "Hey there. How's it goin?" The Verdugo growled at her, making her cringe against the wall. "Oh, okay, you're doing fine. You wanna be left alone now, okay, I'll shut up."

The Verdugo turned back to face the front again and Sammie sighed. It was going to be a LONG night...

NOTE: Did ya like it? Read and review. Murray may show up in the next chapter.