Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Thirteen.

"Hey! Hey, hey!" I slowly opened my eyes to see three younger-looking girls wearing thin dark-black robes in front of me.

What?

"W-Where am I?" My voice came out hoarse and I struggled to talk, mind still fuzzy and pounding from the attack.

Instead of answering me, the girls all smile, snatching my chained arms up into their grasp.

"Don't mind us," The blonde one spoke up, before all of them sunk their teeth into my arms simultaneously, making me cry out at the burning pain that flooded my nerves and veins.

Despite my wriggling and defiance, they took so much blood I struggled to see straight, head becoming too heavy to hold up.

"You pieces of shit..." I whispered with my dry throat, trying to hold onto whatever pride I had left before I was encased in total fear.

I didn't want any of this, obviously. I was afraid of dying in here; not only that but I was afraid of how it would happen.

Would I finally wake up in my normal world if I died?

After a month of living here, my real home seemed like a distant memory that I couldn't reach, and I often tried to figure out a way back, but no matter what I did I couldn't think of anything.

I figured the sight I bought my game from was the problem, but there was nothing I could accomplish with that info.

These people don't even have computers in the village, and I still have no idea what year it is, so I don't talk about electronics just to be safe.

"Daughters!" I heard a familiar voice of formality and dominance. The three women turned to see Dimitrescu crouching into the room I was chained up inside of.

"Yes, mother?" They all spoke together, practically bowing down to the crazy bitch.

"Leave me and the child. I wish to talk alone," They all nod, turning into swarms of what looked like flies before leaving the space.

I sort of wanted them to stay, feeling strangely safer with a crowd. But instead, I was stared down by Dimitrescu alone; in a shockingly comfortable room.

Unlike Heisenberg's place, Donna and Alcina seem to live quite nicely, both having beds to sleeping in and places like bathrooms and kitchens to use.

Well, I don't know about Alcinas house really, but I assume she has a kitchen and a bathroom based on how livable this room is. The mattress looks like heaven to lay on.

"So, here you are in the flesh. The little girl who lived," Dimitrescu crouched down in front of me, her face still higher than my suffering body.

I don't say anything. In a situation like this, I don't think there's anything that I can say. My arms were shaking and I could barely control my nerves. I was scared shitless, and weak as hell with all the crap I'd been through.

I haven't had any contact with this lady since my first day here, and I had planned on keeping it that way. But it seems like my plans are never meant to be.

"Well? Speak!" Her voice immediately echos off the walls in demand and I shrink back slowly, trying to hide.

I was low on blood thanks to those things she called daughters, and quite frankly I would rather pass out from blood loss than stay in a conversation with this woman.

My eyes droop and I just look at Alcina, an eyebrow raising in expectation.

"No good, huh? Well then, let's get down to it," She takes my wrist that only one of the sisters had fed off of, slowly pulling it up to her mouth. I freak, trying to yank my hand away.

"You know... it's not nice to suck from people without permission. Where I'm from— that's assault," I finally speak up, my words slurred and my voice slow.

"So it does speak?" I roll my eyes at her remark, adjusting the way I'm sitting to seem more confidant than I am.

No matter how long I'm in this world they always find a way to scare me. Kidnapping, creepy dolls, giant demonic vampire ladies with a big claw hand and fancy bedrooms...

"What do you want... Dimitrescu?" I question, trying to buy some time for Karl to come and get me.

He is gonna get me... right? He wouldn't just leave me in the hands of Dimitrescu willingly...

I know that whatever this woman tried to do, she didn't kill Karl with it. His organs are metal, I've heard them tic! He's fine... he's okay...

The more I think about my friend the more my eyes burn from holding in the tears that threatened to fall. He was alive, right?

"Hm? Why such a sad face? I thought you were tougher than that after surviving here for so long. Did I give too much credit?"

It's as if she was trying to make me mad. I won't let her get the satisfaction of that though, not in the position I'm in now.

Where would I run to with chained hands?

Instead, I choose not to respond again. I just sit there, my sights no longer focus on the beast of a woman but instead on the ground at my worn-in shoes I've been wearing for weeks straight.

"To think I was going to make you a deal," She shakes her head with a laugh, dragging her finger along my chin.

I whip my head to the side, effectively moving away from her touch. I don't even want her to look at me, let alone caress me.

Alcina scoffs, standing back up. "I'll be back, don't go anywhere," She taunts me, and I lay back against the wall, looking over at a fireplace that was crackling with fresh wood.

Dimitrescu leaves the room, shutting the door behind her so she can go and do whatever it is she does all day without electronics and grocery stores.

I sit around aimlessly for I don't know how long, watching the snow fall outside my rooms windows as I stagger around with what felt like half the blood in my body gone.

I found out rather quickly that the door was locked when I attempted to twist it open with my bound hands, only to hear it jiggle.

At this point I was just waiting for Karl to get me, but I didn't wanna be some useless bitch. Instead, my eyes look into the fire, and an idea slowly comes to mind.

I grab one of the fire pokers, shoving it into the heat as I anxiously wait to see the metal get hot. When I do see a familiar bright red color, I grab the poker and position it so it's sturdy before putting one of the chains that connect my handcuffs on it.

I hear a small sizzle, waiting to see that it is effectively melting the metal, just not quickly.

I repeat the process for about thirty minutes, going back to the fire than to the chain as I listen for footsteps that could mean Alcina or one of her daughters are coming.

Finally, I see the metal loop fall apart, leaving my hands free with minor burns... there had been a few mishaps while trying to free myself.

I'm sure there are better ways to get out of handcuffs, but quite frankly dislocating my thumb or haphazardly sawing away at the metal for hours seemed less pleasing than some first-degree burns and a thirty-minute melting session.

I turn towards the window, preparing to jump out of it and tough a landing in the snow below. Hopefully I wasn't any higher than a second story.

I'm coming, Karl.

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