Slowly I awake, finding myself in a dark room with only the moon's light keeping the place lit. A strange scent moved through the air quickly, ungracefully dancing around my nose. It was a scent of death...rotten flesh and body fluid. My body couldn't take such a smell anymore, causing me to double over and puke out whatever I ate that night.
Gasping slightly, I glanced around the room. Remains of one normal bodies laid randomly around the floors. Their blood and bodily fluids mixed together towards the middle of this hell hole. With the help of the moonlight I could see weapons hanging along the walls with blood dripping off. Some seem to be torture of pleasure and others were just to kill. Another wave a nausea washed over me but I swallowed it back and attempted to get out of there but to no avail. My captive tied down my wrist and ankles with rusted chains to the ground. I wouldn't give up though, I continued trying to rip the chains from its hold on the room's ground. My wrist slowly starting to turn red and bleed but I kept trying.
The rattling of my chains echoed unearthly loud around me and I prayed that no one heard me. Unfortunately I learned long ago that my calls will never be answered. The sound of boots came from the outside of this room. It was faint but quickly grew louder. There was a pause but soon a hidden door opened revealed a tall man. His dark ravenous hair and onyx eyes reminded me of the devil himself. The man smiled wickedly and took even steps towards me. I moved back until my back was against the cold damped wall. He chuckled and gently cupped my face, turning it so I would look into his dark eyes.
"Mach dir keine Sorgen pet, ich werde dich nicht verletzen." The man spoke with a smirk. He caressed my cheek and licked his lips. "Nur ween ihr tut, was ich sage, dass ist." he then let out a laugh that seem to rattle the window.
"I don't understand." I spoke quietly.
