Flames flickered along the walls casting their eerie shadows, as they lit up the room from their holsters. The sounds of murmurs and an ominous dripping echoed round the room, causing one to shiver unknowingly.
In a lone throne-like chair, that looked as though it was made from human-bones, sat a panting girl. Blood seeped from a cut on her forehead, soaking the dirty, rag-like blindfold that blocked out her vision and left her blind. Similarly, a saliva-soaked cloth bound her mouth and cut off all speech.
Her hair, which was silky before was now matted and unkempt. Tracks of blood and sweat left traces as it trickled down her pretty little face.
Her clothes were torn and ratty and barely kept her modesty. Her body was racked with shivers, but the chilly air was nothing compared to the ice that coated her very soul.
A door opened somewhere to the left of where she was kept, and the sound made her flinch. Quaking, she tried to stop her heart from jumping out of her chest, as the sounds of footsteps got closer.
How long had she been here? She didn't know, and she didn't want to stay a moment longer.
She didn't know, and she didn't want to stay a moment longer, with her captors and in this situation.
In her mind, she imagined Uta coming to save her and taking her away from this place.
A girl could dream, huh? He had no reason to come save her.
She knew that, but that didn't stop her longing for him.
She felt a sharp sting, like a needle-prick, as something cold was pressed against her flushed cheek.
"Are you ready to talk now?" Approached a sneering voice. "I don't really want to mess up such a pretty face, but this is the boss' orders."
At the mention of their boss only one face came forth in her mind and she began to tremble further. She shook her head and almost cried out when the knife pierced her cheek.
The owner of the voice tapped the knife against her face as he hummed, "if you just agreed you wouldn't have to be in so much pain. Stop being so stubborn, your father only wants his little girl back, what's so wrong with that?"
Ha. She almost laughed out loud.
Her father only wanted her, not for herself, but for the ghoul within her; the ghoul she once was.
Every day, she would be constantly told that she had so much potential and was relentlessly trained under her fathers gaze, and his subordinates.
Eventually, she had enough and ran away to her mother's home.
But he had found her and got rid of all obstacles - the obstacles being her mother and siblings.
And to hurt her even further, he had used Uta, her beloved Uta, to do the killings.
And oh did it hurt, to the point that it felt like she was being torn apart day after day. Her heart bled: for her family, her life that she could've had and for her Uta.
The one guy (ghoul) that she thought got and had her. He had a tight grasp on her heart and her everything.
He still did.
A sigh escaped her lips, well as best a sigh as she could muster with her lips still bound. She attempted speaking but nothing could escape.
The guy snickered and slashed away the cloth with his knife, cutting her mouth in the process.
Fresh blood filled her mouth and she coughed as she swallowed more than she would have liked. Spitting the remnants into her capturer's face, she growled, "I will never submit to him! I will never return to my so-called father. I am no longer his to control."
The male's face grew dark, and Lena really did cry out this time when she was stabbed in the side.
Of course she wouldn't die from something like this, but that didn't mean the pain wasn't there.
And there it was.
Still, her tears wouldn't fall. She wouldn't let them fall.
She could scream, she could curse, she could bleed as much as they wanted her to bleed but she wouldn't give these the guys the satisfaction of seeing her tears.
"We'll grant you some more time to reconsider." The guy stood up straight and then began to exit the room. He motioned to the guards and smirked, "take adequate care of her."
Lena's heart quickened at the sound of multiple people approaching.
Uta please save me...