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Ch.16 Trapped
Something filthy and ragged scurried across Paullina's face, screaming she shot to her feet as the flea- infested rodent fell off her chin and landed with a soft plop in a nearby puddle of water. She examined her surroundings: she was in a dungeon of some kind, the walls were plastered with dirt and muck, rusted iron bars were in front of her, rodents scurried across the loathsome stone floor while muddy water fell like a small waterfall from an opening in the roof-twenty feet up. The only light in the room was a dimming oil lantern set on a rotted oak table on the other side of the bars. Another rat scurried next to Paullina, rubbing against her delicate ankle with its dirty fur. Screaming again Paullina threw herself against the iron bars and cried aloud, hoping-praying, that something or someone would wake her from this nightmare.
"Don't bother, we've already tried to break through them. There's no way out." Sam said flatly stepping out from the shadows accompanied by Jazz.
Paullina turned to her, "Where am I?" Paullina cried, "What is this? Am I dreaming?"
"I can assure you this is not a dream," Jazz explained, "We're being held captive."
"By who?" Paullina asked.
"Funny you should ask." Terror materialized on from out of thin air from the other side of the dungeon bars.
Paullina backed near Sam, only to meet a wicked elbow. Angry at the slut for what she did with Danny and at that situation at hand Sam slammed her fists on the iron bars.
"What do you want?" She demanded, anger had replaced all traces of fear.
"Why should I tell a miserable wench like yourself?" Terror spat, "It will all be over soon enough."
"What will be over?" Jazz asked.
"The age of man shall fall and the Earth will belong to those who preside in the realm of death, the ghost king is coming. And there is nothing that anyone can do that stop the extinction of the human race." Terror hissed.
"The ghost king?" Sam repeated.
"Enjoy your time here little humans," Terror cackled, "When the master is free from his prison, you human whores will be the first to become prey to his hunger for souls."
With that Terror faded once again. Paullina sat up eyes popping.
"Ghost king! What is going on?"
Sam leaned against the bars of the cell and fell to the floor, embracing her knees. Frightened Paullina pressed the matter further.
"Come on! Our lives are at stake here! We need to escape!"
"Our lives are at stake?" Sam repeated, "Since when do you care about others Paullina?"
Paullina paused, "What?"
"You heard me!" Sam screamed, "Since when does a little bitch like you give a damn about other people!"
"Sam what's wrong with you?" Paullina asked.
"Don't play stupid with me!" Sam snapped, "I saw you with Danny! I know everything!"
Paullina stepped back; Sam knew what had happened between her and Danny. Sam sat up and walked towards Paullina, Paullina held her hands up defensively.
"I get kidnapped and now I'm going to die with the same slut that slept with the one I cared about." Sam raised her hand as to strike Paullina.
Paullina let out a startled whimper, Sam heard it and stopped. Sighing Sam turned and walked to the other side of the dungeon.
"If we're going to die, I at least want to have a few minutes of peace." She confessed.
Leaning her head against filthy stone, she focused solely on the dimming light of the oil lamp. Paullina began to break down, her sobs and peeps grew louder. Jazz looked over at Sam with questioning eyes, in an instant the lamp went out and the room went dark. The hole in the roof provided a little of the moons radiance near Sam, the entire room was engulfed in shadow, just as the world would soon be.