Groggily Azure opened her eye's, they stung, her head was throbbing .
"Someone help" she cried her lips cracked, and her head feeling terrible, the sound of rats scurrying away from her in the darkness made Azure's imprisonment unbearable.
It was pitch black, and smelt musty, it felt like the darkness was closing in around her trying to suffocate her. She did not know why she was here, her only memory of days gone bye, marred by the musty darkness. Suddenly a door somewhere creaked open, trying to see who it was, Azure fell over, she realized her hands and feet were bound with a strong twine that was digging into her flesh, biting her skin.
"Hello" hissed a voice coming from somewhere next to her ear, Azure tried to twist away in vain, someone else grabbed her from behind and bent her legs into a kneeling position. "What do you w-want with me?" she said her voice trembling.
From somewhere in front, a candle flickered to life, the usually warm glow that would have been comforting, seemed even to be hard, cold, and intimidating.
A man, in a cloak held the candle in his hand, cracked and swollen, the hood draped over his head.
He limped closer to her, and closer, until his face was close enough to Azures' she could have touched him. He smiled, his teeth yellowed and crooked, the foul odor of decaying meat on his breath made Azure stagger.
"Take her away" He croaked, his crackling voice telling of his dark and lost past.
Two more men, came forth out of the dank darkness and loosened her bonds, and roughly pulled Azure to her feet. Leaning mostly on the men, relying on their strength to hold her, they dragged her feet on the cold stone floor.
Why have you kidnapped me?" whimpered Azure to her captors
"Shut up if you know whats good for you" hissed one of the men in her ear.
The men took Azure into a dimly lit room, the perimeter of the room was lined with candle stands, with all the candles burning, giving the room a red, orange glow.
At the far corner was a daybed, draped with gorgeous fiery red fabrics embroidered with gold, on them a man lay slouched, leaning on a pile of cushions.
"Hello" the man said, his voice slow, but seeming to bite into her soul "I hear you are the one."
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