Bloody Mary

Y/N

I wake up with a start to the sound of water dripping.

I'm freezing. I can barely feel the ends of my feet and hands. I can't see my hands, they're stuck behind my back. Everything is shaking, I can't feel my toes or fingers, and I can see my breath when I exhale.

Looking around, I take in my surroundings as best as I can. The floor and walls are made of ice and the roof goes up so far that I can barely see the top, it's just a cavern. All I know is that no light is coming in from the roof and everything in my line of sight is ice.

Well, almost everything. 

Surrounding me are iron bars covered in frost.

I try to stand up to get to the bars and bend them but I'm stuck in place.

I try to turn my head to see what's holding my hands behind my back but I'm too cold to even move.

"Don't even try to struggle, human." A woman's cocky voice rings through the icy cavern. "You won't be able to move."

I look up to were the voice came from but my view is slightly obstructed by the steam coming from my mouth.

What I do see is a female Spirit, but she doesn't look like a regular spirit. This 'Spirit' is completely pink, even her skin, and her hair is a pinkish mauve. The Six Queens hair was always stationary until they moved but hers is constantly moving, floating around and in front of her face. She's dressed in a regal black dress, that exposes her cleavage, and gold chains around her neck. A black diadem is resting carefully on her head.

She's beautiful. I look up at the cocky look on her face. But she is definitely a bitch.

"N-no kidding." I spit out, shivering like a sphynx cat in winter. "Who the Hell are you?"

Her smile drops into a frown and she floats closer to the cage bars.

"I am Luciel, heiress to the Baron and Baroness of the Banshees and King Boo's girlfriend."

"Oh," I nod to the best of my ability, "you're the bitch he dumped."

Luciel's expression turns from one of annoyance to wrath in a second. 

"How dare you!" She screams and I just smirk. "You are nothing and you dare to speak to me like that."

"D-do you honestly think th-that I care?" I glare at her. "Respect is earned, not given."

Luciel huffs and closes her eyes, calming herself down. When she opens them, all I can see is pure and utter hatred, but she holds a crazed smile. 

"Fine, have it your way." Luciel pushes a button and I hear a small rubble.

I scream as ice cold water is dumped on my head, soaking my body. 

If I thought I was cold earlier, this is even worse. My wet hair sticks to my face and the back of my neck, already starting to freeze. My clothes cling to my body and my shoes get waterlogged.

"Oh, what's wrong, little miss rebel?" Luciel mocks me, a false sweetness laces her tone. "Are you a little cold?"

Luciel starts to cackle at my shivering body.

"As much as I want to see her freeze to death," I hear a man chuckle, "we have an execution to get to." 

Stepping out from a large chunk of ice, a well dressed man adjusts his large coat and smirks at me. The man who was in my room.

His suit is all black with red trim and a white button up underneath. Over top of the suit is a large leather coat with fur lining. He has a gray beard and his black hair is gelled back with streaks of gray along the sides.