Dove woke up in utter darkness. At first she freaked out and then freaked out even more when she found out her hands were tied behind her back. That's also when she figured out that a sack was on her head, corrupting her vision and making her feel as if she were blind. Ok take deep breaths Dove. No use in passing out because of lack of air. Think you have a bag on your head and your hands are tied. Maybe some weird game played in this town! No, I know I know it was probably a kidnapping.

While Dove was contemplating over this newly found fact, she heard footsteps coming her way. " Tonight at midnight…the girl…witch…old clearing…burning" was all she caught. But, Dove was smart enough to know what was going to happen. They thought that she was a witch and they were planning on burning her at the stake!

This is when Dove started to really try to get out of her bondages. Trying to desperately escape, when the footsteps she heard earlier came towards her. Immediately she stilled. Something opened, maybe doors? Dove could tell because the pitch-blackness became slightly brighter.

"Listen mister whoever you are, you have the wrong girl! I'm not a witch!" Dove cried out to her captor.

"Shut-up" was the only reply she got. She heard slight rummaging going on. Her captor's arm brushed against hers. That's when she concluded that at least one of her captors was male. The muscles of the arm were too big to be a woman, and the deepness of the voice. Unless of course it could be a very manly women, but Dove went to her first assumption: a guy.

Her captor seemed to have found what he was looking for because all the noises stopped. Dove started to relax a little bit, until she felt hands around her face, tying a piece of fabric over her mouth. Constricting her voice, so in other words he tied a gag over her mouth, probably so she couldn't call for help.

When she heard whatever was opened being closed by her captor, she waited until she couldn't hear his footsteps. Then counted to 25. What the captor didn't rely was that he tied her feet together, but didn't tie her to anything. She scooted forward being careful to not hurt herself. When her foot hit something solid that felt most like a door of some sort, she started kicking it. First to see if it was really solid, then to see if she could open it, Dove wasn't the strongest out there, but she certainty wasn't the weakest.

Dove also saw that she could make some noises through the gag. So, with her feet kicking and screaming as loud as she could, she hoped that, that would cause someone to come. She also tried whacking her arms on something, anything to make noises. After what seemed like hours and still no one came, Dove stopped. Her arms had bruises traveling up and down from the impact on what seemed like steel, her voice was hoarse and hurt every breath. She was in an uncomfortable position that had her legs cramping and neck straining.

Then came the tears. The thought of this being it, that she would die in a few hours, the terror of knowing that she would die in a few hours. The thoughts of her family and her dear, dear twin, her sister, her best friend. What would Raven due? Dove felt as if Raven was her other half. How would it feel to have half your heart ripped out? Dove cried harder knowing that if she did die, she would be killing apart of her sister.

Dove heard footsteps walking towards her. And she waited to be taken to the place where she would be murdered.

Sorry for the late update. I have had writer's block. I will try to update more frequently. Thank you to all of those who commented or favorited. I do not own anything from Secret Circles. Thank you again.