Chapter 3

Prisoners

(Part 1)

HELPLESS.

She was still stuck in the dark purple dragon's grip. She has no energy left to revolve the power, but as the hurt she felt, she thought she had to get free, or at least there was some space to let her hands move, or they could get pins and needles. And her sense of hunger made herself helpless. There was no food to eat as she remembered she drooped the blueberries that should be a snack for her and Nick.

Hunger.

Even though feeling tired, Judy still shouted and shouted more loud. It was hurt. And she needed a medicine for her weak-physic, maybe some food or some drink. But there was only silence. She noticed she only heard her voice and blowing wind, perhaps the dragon who abducted her was really careless if she got illness, or lost her life. She even thought to let herself die in some dumb ways, but she herself afraid of the death. She won't anymore about her life. About her parents. About Nick.

Nick . . . what's he up to?

Suddenly, her mind walked backward to the memory where she called Nick to go to watch movie in cinema. She chose the clothe that had just sent by her mother. She thought it was beauty, but Nick didn't really like it—she guessed it. Maybe there was a time for choosing the right clothe color, perhaps she would ask Nick. Then maybe he would choose the clothe that same with her beautiful eyes. Lavender? Purple? Violet? Judy still didn't know what color. But Nick seemed have a pair of stylish eyes behind their green pupils. He would know what color that match with her eyes, rather than her mother.

She missed Nick, although she knew several hours they just got met. Yet, if there was no dragon kidnapped her, they would sitting down, having fun ith the movies they watch.

And yet, now she could see the place like a cave. Where everything was rock. There was many strange creatures which busy to have some activities that she didn't know. Some of creatures have weapons, some of then also not. Nevertheless, there was no dragon like this one . . . what was his name? She didn't know yet. She was sure the dragon would introduce himself when the time comes by.

She felt afraid and disgust with the views. Of course, for only a bunny who had no power then moved to this strange world . . . how could she said? No words, except the shaking body that explain everything about her fear.

Until reaching a place that maybe they call as "jail"—there were black iron poles that got stuck and docked and a door with old style rusted door—she was threw within the room. She wanted to try to escape, but she had a power only for a slow walk, then she was successfully locked inside the jail.

"I hope you'll be nice and fine here." The dragon said. She didn't like his evil face. Seeming like devil face have. And every evil in fantasy world indeed have an ugly-devil face like she always imagine. The dark purple eyes was shining well, and the face somehow fit with it. Judy wanted an artist should paint the moment for some reason.

"Nice?" She interrupted. There was a brave voice that she could hear from her own sound, and she liked it. She liked to have something to revolve that black purple dragon. "Fine? I guess you have to make me feel free first. It's neat and dirty here."

"For bad news is, we have nothing better place like where you sit down there. You're lucky as I don't throw you in a jail beside lava. Anyway, you're a pure blood, and you should have not die until the day of sacrifice."

"What do you want from me? I only a bunny."

"Do you think I am like a foolish that I don't know you're a bunny? I need a fresh bunny as a pure blood like you, because it has too. And . . . your eyes are so beautiful to be sacrificed." He looked toward the bunny's face, and his eyes focused on her purple eyes. It was not shining like his eyes as it was a normal eyes—he realized it from a standard of normality by the world between them, but look at that beautiful eyes. Beautiful! Shining! Everyone cannot reject how they would get fascinated with that beautiful eyes. He noticed that the witch right. He thought it could be an amazing sacrifice for a shiny and beauty eyes like the bunny has. "That's why you're so precious . . . ."

"So, you only need my eyes?"

"Of course not." The dragon came ahead to Judy, and his lick tried to touch her face, yet Judy refuse it by going backward until corner as the dragon's lick was so long as snake has. It was disgusting for her, indeed. No one like being licked by a stranger, even an evil one. "Come here then I can taste how delicious you are."

"You said I'll be sacrificed, not being eaten by you." She interrupted. She couldn't imagine how pain would she got if she were eaten by that dark purple dragon. Imagining her body, her muscle, and her blood . . . . It was really disgusting to be discussed by her own mind. And her hunger could make it more terrible, so she shook her head to make her mind went to reality.

"Come on, cute bunny. We can play for a bit before sacrifice."

"I don't want it, and don't call me cute."

The dragon started to laugh as he heard the strange world—don't call me cute. It was the first time he heard from anybody he meet that they don't want to be called "cute" whereas they are really cute. He thought this bunny never wanted any praise or something like that, or maybe another words except 'cute' are acceptable. "You're so funny, bunny! You're cute, but you don't want call yourself cute?" His laugh more loud as it echoed from this spot to her ears many times.

"Only bunnies can call another bunny cute!" For bunnies, if another called them 'cute' it means condescending or flirting. That was the reason why she never wanted everyone, except the bunnies, call her 'cute'. It was the thing that others cannot.

"Okay, okay. I guess you're a serious bunny that don't wanna play with me. I might like you to stay here calmly and wait for another pure blood." He threw his face from Judy, looking around for something else. "It seems she still on the way."

Who was another pure blood? And who was 'she' that being talked by the black purple dragon? There was many question that she wanted to ask, yet . . . who cares. She didn't wanna know how she would be with. Her stomach played a rumbling music. And it was easy to say that she was really hungry for now, but it was too hard to meet a food, except . . . .

"How will I get food?"

The dragon looked her curiously. "You feel hungry?"

"You said you won't let me die until the sacrifice, right? Then give me food, at least." Judy didn't know how could her intelligence still working on this situation—if they didn't want let her die because of the hunger, then at least they should gave her food for struggling.

"There will be food after she come with the pure blood."

"She? Who is she—"

Judy stopped asking suddenly as she watched a dark portal appeared. The spiral was spinning slowly. It appeared a someone she knew. Someone who should be in a big prison of Zootopia. How could she do it?

"Welcome, Bellweather."[]