He pulled her along as easily as one would drag a bag that's just too heavy to carry and she struggled against the iron grip on her hair. Her nails biting into his flesh to cause pain to withdraw. The pain that she was inflicting didn't seem to be as intense as the dark chill of his flesh seemed to have on her own touch. She would only be able to hold her nails in place for a moment or two before she forced herself to withdraw.
Finally, she just held on to his hand to keep him from ripping out anymore of her strawberry locks. He approached a cavern that looked like a natural formation on the outside, but as she was taken in to the darkness, it was only a matter of time before she found that the tunnels were hand made, becuse she went from dirt to metal under her bare bottom.
The cavern didn't feel right, it felt as cold as he was. There was no positive emotion from the man. He flung her against he wall suddenly, as one would fling a doll away. She hit the wall, then then the ground in a crumple. She growned and coughed a moment trying to get the wind back into her lungs. He however stood with his arms folded behind him, the dark auburn eyes studying her.
"I've done nothing to you! Release me!" She demanded, her voice echoing in the hall.
"The only release from me is death." Was the simple response from those cold lips. "You can live by submitting."
She violently shook her head in the dim light of the cavern. "You dream, you sick old man!"
"Then you will pay the price." At that, a whip was pulled from the wall behind him, and he turned, and instantly began striking her. She squirmed to get away from him, but there was no where to run from the whip! It struck, even when she defended her self, it struck! She couldn't run, she kept falling, she couldn't crawl fast enough to escape.
The Beginning of the Beginning...
Finally, she just held on to his hand to keep him from ripping out anymore of her strawberry locks. He approached a cavern that looked like a natural formation on the outside, but as she was taken in to the darkness, it was only a matter of time before she found that the tunnels were hand made, becuse she went from dirt to metal under her bare bottom.
The cavern didn't feel right, it felt as cold as he was. There was no positive emotion from the man. He flung her against he wall suddenly, as one would fling a doll away. She hit the wall, then then the ground in a crumple. She growned and coughed a moment trying to get the wind back into her lungs. He however stood with his arms folded behind him, the dark auburn eyes studying her.
"I've done nothing to you! Release me!" She demanded, her voice echoing in the hall.
"The only release from me is death." Was the simple response from those cold lips. "You can live by submitting."
She violently shook her head in the dim light of the cavern. "You dream, you sick old man!"
"Then you will pay the price." At that, a whip was pulled from the wall behind him, and he turned, and instantly began striking her. She squirmed to get away from him, but there was no where to run from the whip! It struck, even when she defended her self, it struck! She couldn't run, she kept falling, she couldn't crawl fast enough to escape.
The Beginning of the Beginning...