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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖉 ✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1
ARMELLE GASPED WITH A DESPERATE INHALE AS HER HEAD JERKED UPWARDS, she panted heavily as she frantically look around the dark room. She was surrounded by cobblestone-walls. Dank and humid as a small window gave her a small breeze but the menacing blood-red sky outside did nothing to calm her nerves.
She tried to lift her arm that was being held up next to her head. The clinking of metal-chains filled her ears as she looked at the steel-restraints. She hung her low as she harshly bit at her lower lip to hold back her tears. She wanted to sob, to scream and tear her hair out.
She was really going to die here.
She exhaled and inhaled harshly as her panting grew louder. Her pulse was drumming and her heart painfully beat against her chest as she pulled at the shackle on her right-wrist. The metal dug into her skin as she pulled and struggled. She inhaled harshly once more before letting out loud desperate stream of pleas.
"HELP!" She yanked against the chain.
"SOMEONE, ANYONE. PLEASE HELP!" She screamed towards the small staircase that led up to a wooden-door with a small window at the top.
"CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? PLEASE I-PLEASE HELP!"
The tears she was fighting back, dripped down her face as the saltiness of the liquid fell against her lips and left a sting on her tongue. She let them fall as she hung her head low. She hiccuped with every breath she took.
The twins were dead. She knew that good and well, she failed to save them and this was her punishment.
She's being tortured for her sins just as the legend said. The Crimson moon had decided her fate and her fate was to be damned to the firey pits of hell.
Though there was no fire here, she's expecting it to burst into flames any second.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Her tears leaving a burn as she only sobbed harder. She hopes the twins went to heaven for the angelic like beings that they were.
It brings a bit of relief to her pain thinking about that fact.
Though her moment of ease was sadly shortened as the sound of a large-creaking door slamming shut made her flinch in her shackles.
The sounds of shoes descending the cobblestone stairs was excruciatingly daunting, as she saw the bright light of a candle cause a shadow on wall. A tall figure showed in the silhouette as it only got closer.
She swallowed the large lump in her throat as she awaited the person's arrival.
They appeared from the darkness with the candlelight lighting up their face. It was a man she hasn't seen before, he looked young, and his hair was short and curly.
