A/N: Two reviews… seriously people? What happened to our amazing fans from the last story?

Risa: They all fell off a naughty cliff!

Me: What's with the Tim Hawkins quote?

Risa: What quote? I seriously saw them fall off Naughty Cliff. You know, the cliff that the Pevensies got to in Prince Caspian.

Me: … … …

Risa: It's a real place.

Me: This is just a fanfiction.

Risa: …Soooooo?

Me: Uh-huh, well on to the chapter.

Risa: The chapter that changed our entire story to a T rating. Nice going Jade.

Me: Jaden. And I'm sorry if my being captured and—you almost got me to spoil the chapter.

Risa: **shifts eyes** Nuh-uh!

Me: Let's just get this over with:

Chapter 4

Frozen Feet, INTEROGATION, and Sickly Sarcastic Thoughts

Trust me when I say, I am not a person prone to panic attacks. But realistically, you try being surrounded by giant (and I really mean GIANT) wolves and led to a dark and dangerous location that you can't tell anyone about. There were no jokes, there was no laughing the situation off.

And poor Tumnus… they finally let him up to walk, but all he could do was hobble, so they continued to drag him through the snow by his legs. At the moment, he was passed out probably from the cold. Can magical creatures get hypothermia in Narnia?

My feet were numb as we trudged through the snow. It had changed from a wet mess to a powder as we got closer and closer to the witch's castle. My once wet slippers had frozen over and made my toes numb. My prom dress was ruined, the thin lace cover over the noodle straps wasn't doing anything to protect from the cold. At the moment, I admit I was pretty miserable.

And the twitching. Not too long after my eye first had a twitching fit, it had another. We had just passed a set of hills when it did and I heard the wolves say we were close. What on earth was Risa doing?

It was around the middle of the day when we got there and let me tell you, her castle looks just as intimidating and, I hate to say it, awesome in the day as in the night. The sun made the ice walls gleam and the towers stood boldly into the sky.

My mouth dropped in awe, but that moment was quickly dissipated when a wolf pushed me forward and I remembered just exactly who was in there waiting. Oh CRAP!

We entered the same way Edmund would (how on earth I was able to remember Edmund's adventure-) through the courtyard of statues. You know those holocaust videos where you see the pain and sorrow they went through but can't really relate or understand their experience? It felt like that. At first glance, they were just statues. You slowly begin to understand that these were once living creatures, but you still can't truly understand.

There was a dwarf and a lion and a giant (Rumblebuffin) and centaurs and fauns and… she had quite the collection. From the biggest man to the smallest squirrel. It was disgusting.

"This is terrible," a whisper slipped out as we passed the statues and toward the stairs.

Maugrim chuckled. "Get used to it," he growled. Ugh! He was so mean! Just his voice made you want to hit and kick him!

The wolves stopped as we approached the icy blue stairway. "Wake him up," Maugrim ordered, pointing his nose at Tumnus. I glared, but knelt down and started lightly slapping his face.

"Tumnus… Mr. Tumnus you have to wake up."

The faun groaned and his eyes opened slowly. Quickly they shot open widely and he frantically looked around.

"Where are we?"

"Her castle," I answered grimly.

"Oh, Miss Jaden I had no intention of you—"

"It's ok. How bad can it be?" I asked, trying to lighten up the mood. Yeah… it didn't work.

"Get moving faun!" barked one of the wolves and Tumnus and I were pushed up toward the stairs. His poor legs kept giving out, so eventually he just leaned on me like a crutch and we made it up the stairs and to a pair of tall, cruel doors. Maugrim tapped on the door with his paw and the door swung open revealing a Cyclops.

"Captain Maugrim here delivering two of her majesty's enemies."

"Let them in," a women's voice called. Her voice was high and hard and immediately I wished for anything but to go in there. The wolves didn't agree with my unspoken sentiments and pushed me and Tumnus inside.

Her throne room was pretty cool. Too blue and shiny for my taste. Her throne was tall and covered in white and gray pelts and furs. She sat on the throne, her wand in hand.

"The faun Tumnus correct?" she asked as we were brought before her.

"Yes," he answered with no attempt to hide his disgust.

She smirked and turned her eyes to me with a look of confusion. "And who are you?" she asked, reminding me of the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland.

"Jaden Greene."

"Why are you here? I don't recall ever seeing you before." Ok, you know that crap feeling I was having problems with before. The scared out of my wits feelings? For some reason, when looking at her, I really didn't care anymore. Like, I was scared, but not that scared.

"You probably haven't seen many people before cooped up in this place," I answered looking around. One of the wolves snapped its jaws at me. I guess insulting a "queen" wasn't seen as proper in these parts.

"You have wit," she mused.

"More than you," I replied.

That didn't go too well. She stood up, still calm and collected, but her face twisted into something so horrible, I had no idea what was going on in her head.

"A daughter of Eve, but not one the little Son of Adam described to me. He said his sisters had black and golden hair, all I see is a chubby girl with mud for hair."

That was an insult? Ooh… "And I was expecting a tall powerful enchantress. Not a lanky tramp who looks like she needs more sun than a Cullen." For the reader's information: I'm not perfect. At that moment I let my anger get the best of me and I really wasn't feeling the whole 'love your enemies' deal. Sorry God.

She slapped me. Hard. I mean, the dang slap put me on the ground and I felt tears well up. Looking back up at her, she was glaring at me. Oh, if looks could kill then I would need my casket.

"Take them to the dungeon for interrogation."

Oh crap. She said the 'I' word. Interrogation. I-n-t-e-r-r-o-g-a-t-i-o-n. Interrogation. That always meant something bad was going to happen to the prisoner. Torture… rape… lame horror movies from the 50's… you name it. Anything to get information.

So with a dark, painful future ahead of me and a few moments of glory behind, Tumnus and I were led down to the dungeons. I couldn't help but laugh to myself thinking that she had no clue what a Cullen was.

We were put in separate cells seeing as there was only two cells in the place. Odd, you would figure a power-hungry tyrant would have a huge dungeon. She only had two cells. Well I guess when you think about it, stuffing numbers of creatures in only two cells is torture in itself until they got turned to stone. Hmm…

We weren't given anything to eat or drink, but I guess if we were that thirsty then we could just lick the wall. I won't bore you with the freezing, depressing details, but I got SO bored. I was chained up with nowhere to go and Tumnus wasn't in the chatty mood. SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!

Thank God, after a few hours of nothing but me throwing a chunk of ice at the wall and having it slide back at me… the sound of a large key being twisted in the iron lock echoed off the reflective walls. The large door slowly opened revealing the witch. Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!

Oh, great… she does her interrogation personally. This shall be… HOLY CRAP!

Out of nowhere a whip sliced at my leg. She didn't say anything! She just walked in and started lashing that piece of sharp leather around. Another lash at my feet.

"Where are you from? The far west? The southern countries?" she demanded.

"Why would I tell you stuff?" I asked back, motioning to the whip in her hand. She lost any cooperation she hoping to get from me by using that dumb thing. Another crack of the whip.

"I will not ask again. Where are you from?"

"P-please your majesty—" Mr. Tumnus started to plead, but she cut him off.

"Silence, faun!" At the command of a finger-snap, the ogre guard with her rolled me over to my belly, exposing my back. "I shall have to force it from you."

Have you ever been whipped? OH. MY. GOSH! It is probably one of the most painful things to bear. They make look so easy on TV. It actually hurts, like make you want to die hurts, in real life.

You can't call me a wimp for crying. Every strike caused different cuts down my back. But I didn't talk. I yelped, I sobbed, I screamed… but I didn't talk. Sounds brave, huh? Well when you are trying not to gag on your own snot because you're crying so hard and yelling and screaming every other second… there really isn't much time to talk.

She finally stopped after what seemed like forever. Yeah… I know authors and writers use that line a lot. It's almost a cliché, but it seriously felt like a long time and 'forever' is the only way to explain it. I kind of wasn't in the mind set at the time to actually know the time.

She didn't say anything to me. She just left, her ogre guard groveling behind her. The door slammed shut, and I looked up at the wall ahead of me, too scared to sit up or even move. Everything stung! Her whip went wild, attacking not only my back but my arms, legs, and neck as well. I could just visualize my dress in tatters, soaking up the surprisingly little amount of blood there was. And I fell asleep (coughpassedoutcough).