He woke up to the smell of fear and a cry of pain. A woman screamed as terror gripped her heart. Some poor soul had found their way into his prison. The monster growled loudly, his senses enthralled at the detection of prey. He rose from his makeshift bed and moved into the dark corridors of the labyrinth, like usual it was almost pitch black and desolate. The Sole resident of the expansive maze traveled through its passageways as he had done for the past twenty years, it had taken him a painful amount of time but he had finally mastered it's secrets. His senses were perfect but it was the extra sensation of fear that guided him. His victim on this day was most likely another poor soul who had wandered into his prison. Her terror created a wake of aura that he followed like a predator. The feeling provided him with strength and speed. Eventually as he got closer the predator noticed that he was inching closer to the castle from which he had been cast into the labyrinth from. This realization filled him with rage so powerful his eyes illuminated fire, burning for several moments before he was able to get his senses back. He stopped for a moment to listen to the silence of his prison; the prey had only moved slightly, no doubt trying to stay near the massive trap door. After several moments he encountered the dumping ground for the castle, the bodies of many who had been dropped into the labyrinth lay there. His flame colored eyes stared up at the steel door, over twenty feet high filled him with a new sense of power. a growl permeated the labyrinth, echoing throughout it's many miles of corridors.
A soft whimper was his reward. She was close. He continued onward, his eyes scanning the dark perfectly. The Monster's footsteps were slow and methodical, even though he wanted nothing more than to charge ahead and devour whomever had fallen into his prison. A new scent greeted his senses, a soft wave of floral perfume. The young creature was close, so very close. Every fiber of his body filled with power and rage. The crying continued and he couldn't help but laugh softly at his good fortune.
"Don't hurt me." a soft feminine voice whimpered pathetically. His eyes caught her movement as she extricated herself from a small hole in the stone wall. He halted his advance to watch her expose herself. She was a young woman of twenty years with long black hair and fair skin. Her long white dress had the stench of royalty on it. As he simply and shamelessly looked the woman over like she was nothing more than a toy she stepped forward.
"Do you recognize me?" she asked cautiously. The monster was curious but still enthralled by his twisted nature. He stepped closer to inspect the fine piece of womanhood that dared speak to him. His vision in the dark was perfect and he took advantage of that fact by walking silently around her. The fear emanating from the young woman was almost excruciatingly tempting. When he finished his inspection, he stepped around her to look into the frightened eyes of innocence.
"Delana, fourth daughter of Queen Ellyn." he stated. He remembered the smell of her flesh when he encountered the young girl all those years ago. At twenty nine years old his memory was vivid.
She was beautiful, alluringly sexual and innocent.
