"MOTHER, NO!" you cried as she was pulled from the cellar by a dark female figure of about 6'5. But your chains restricted you, and you could do nothing to save her.
Your father had been taken as one of the first, a few days ago, not long after you'd awoken. It seemed "they" wanted the men gone before the women, and this made you curious. You had no idea who "they" were, but there were at least two of them, and you'd never seen taller women in your life. It shook you to your core each time they visited. You hoped and prayed you weren't next.
The only way you could ever tell it had been daylight outside was because of a tiny patch of sun that hit the floor of the cellar at roughly sunset each day. That, and the sheer warmth of the cavernous tunnels around noon. Of course, the place had to be incubated for the storage of the massive wine collection that lined the walls. Had you not been restrained, you'd probably have downed the lot by now.
Regardless of your desire to consume alcohol in excess, your mother was gone, presumably succumbed to whatever these foul creatures were. A drink wouldn't solve anything. So you waited. It hurt, but you waited.
There were now only four of you remaining, all of you young women, at most twenty-five years of age. The elders had been ravaged, picked off early due to their weakness. Or was that really the case? You'd been here, maybe 5 or 6 days at this point - at least while conscious - so you'd had plenty of time to imagine what sorts of killing methods and torture devices might match each of the screams and roars you heard hourly in the room above your head.
Just what the fuck was going on? You were determined to find out, even if it killed you.One by one, the other girls were unchained by the tall, hooded silhouettes and brought through the gate and up the steps.
But the screaming?
None. Silence.
Somehow, this gave more cause for concern.At last, the blonde one, whom had been referred to several times as "Bela", came through the gate for a final time - and wandered over to where you sat, arms hanging from the chains on the wall, muscles aching.
"Leaving the best til last again, Mother!" Bela hissed with glee. Jesus fucking Christ, what were they going to do to you? And if these girls were this tall - WHO THE FUCK WAS THEIR MOTHER?!
You were led by your chains up the steps and around a corner into a large, dark hallway, fittingly accommodating of the gargantuan height of this psycho family you'd been kidnapped by. As your chains rattled, and as Bela skipped and giggled in excitement, you trudged behind, and your eyes darted round to look for an easy way out. There wasn't one. The door handles had to be around 6ft from the floor, and you weren't terribly tall yourself so even trying those would be a challenge.
Your thoughts of escape paused momentarily, as you rounded yet another corner and passed through an archway into an even darker, curtained room. A wide circle of lit red candles consumed the middle, with some sort of geometric - was that a star of some kind? - drawn in the centre. The other maidens stood at one side of the room, their heads bowed in sobbing submission, hands restrained behind their backs.
They were still alive, at least. Thank God.
"Last one, Mother! You've saved the fairest one til last, as always..." Bela chirped.
Your attention sprung to the figure emerging from the shadows, her mouth, neck, and chest destroyed with fresh bloodstains, her golden eyes piercing the darkness.
Holy Mother of God, you had never seen the like before - she had to be at least seven or eight foot in height - no, taller, perhaps - but HOW?! You cowered in fear and began to shake violently at the sight before you. This had to be Devil-work, for sure.
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FanfictionY/N wakes up one day to find herself in a dimly-lit wine cellar beneath an old castle. Screams of torture victims echo through the halls above her. Is she to be next to die? Or is there a way to comply with the demands of the Lady of Castle Dimitres...