Forced into Fantasy

Chapter 27 - Vision

Ivy;

My eyelids are incredibly heavy and it takes a lot of effort to force them open. I blink in a daze as 

I glance around at my newest surroundings which appear to be nothing but blurred shadows of soft lighting and bitter darkness.

'What the hell did he do to me?′

'This is like the worst hang-over of my life!'

I can feel that my hands have been bound tightly with rope or something and lifting them up to check I confirm this is true. The knot looks intricate and firmly in place so pulling my hands out from it isn't going to be an option.

'The fucker tied me up.'

My eyes quickly flick across to where I can see a figure standing in front of what appears to be a glowing green window of some sort with movement on the other side of it.

The figure is Ronaar, that much is obvious.

He's speaking with someone else on the other side of this mystical window, though I can't see who it is from this angle. However, I quickly notice that the other voice is female.

Focusing on their voices alone, I try to listen in on their conversation at the other side of this secluded, darkened room.

"Why haven't you returned to us yet? I've had to keep the rest of the councillors distracted from the fact that you've gone off on your little hunt." she snaps at him.

"Relax sister, it appears that my little hunt seems to have paid off after all." Ronaar announces with a satisfied grin.

"You have her?"

"Yes, and I will be returning shortly..."

I take this opportunity to search around for something to use as a weapon as their conversation continues. My eyes lock onto a strange statue made of stone and I quickly grasp it, carefully sliding it in behind my back and sitting still once more.

"Just keep those old fools busy until I do. Understood?" Ronaar orders whoever the female is in a stern voice.

"Fine... but you owe me one, Ronaar. And don't think I won't come to collect."

With a wave of his hand the window suddenly disappears as their conversation ends, sending the room back into darkness. 

I mean, it's not pitch black and there are a few flame torches hanging up on the stone walls around us, but either it's the middle of the night or we are currently somewhere underground.

I also notice that it feels strangely chilly down here too.

Before he has the chance to turn around, I lower my head to the side and pretend to be fast asleep. Maybe he will leave me alone for a moment and allow me the chance to escape?

Even with my eyes closed, I can hear as his boots crunch against the ground with each of his steps.

He is coming closer towards me. I focus on ensuring that my breathing is steady as I fake slumber before my kidnapper.

I hear as he stops just in front of me and then suddenly I can feel his warm breath across the surface of my face. He must be extremely close to me to be breathing on me!

It's almost as if I can feel his emerald eyes watching me, though I keep my eyes closed and try not to move or react.

"I know you're awake, Ivy." he announces smugly.