Reign

Part 5

This is the last Part hope you enjoy!

Pain was all that I felt, the fog in my mind causing me to groan as I attempted to move my body. My arms were bound behind my back, stiff due to being immobile for however long I had been like this, the muscles screaming at the slightest indication of movement. A hiss escaped my dry throat as I tried to move my body into an upright position, my body lighting up like a torch from the agony of my anatomy rejecting what my brain wanted me to do. Tears formed in my eyes, I had never felt a pain like this in such a long time, the memory of that time was incomparable to now. Getting into an upright position at the disapproval of my body was not something that would have been enjoyable for anyone.
But, man, did my head hurt.

    Moving my legs out from under me I realized that they were shackled, the cold iron bit at my skin, my feet moving quickly out in front me to avoid the tearing of my flesh. Stretching out my fingers I felt the thick cold iron that bound my wrists, the metal cutting into my hands the more I moved, causing me to wince in pain. The theme of this situation seemed to be the amount of suffering that my captor wanted me to experience at his hands.

    The room around me was dark, I could not see even as my eyes adjusted to the little light that seemed to be in the room. Unfortunately, I didn't have night vision like other superheroes that I knew, my powers could not assist me right now, I did not feel anything outside of this room to even summon them.

    "If you're trying to feel for the atmosphere for your little powers" a dark voice boomed in the room, "You might be out of luck on that one."

    My blood went cold at the sound of the deep voice, I knew exactly who that voice belonged to, someone who put fear even into some of the heroes that I'd come to know and hate. A man who had gone to great lengths to terrorize people for the simple pleasure of bloodshed.
    An insane sociopath.

    "Vander" I growled out, choking from the dryness of my throat.

    A single match was struck to life in front of me, the light looking like a small beacon of hope in the darkness, the match being held delicately by a gloved hand. The hand moved slowly, instantly lighting a candle that stood to the right of my sitting form, waving to the left revealing a porcelain mask as it lit another candle. The sight of his mask instilled fear in me, even now. Aggressive black ridges of the mask made it look angry, the lips so detailed, with a pursed expression, that it almost looked like the mask was his actual face. The blackness of his eyes even in the candlelight gave me a sensation of dread for my situation, the anxiety of what was to come made my skin crawl with needle pricks of unease.

    "It's so nice to see you again, Reign" His voice caressed me from where he sat in his chair, chill bumps appearing on my skin at the sound of my own name. An evil teasing smirk evident from even underneath his mask.

    "The feeling is not mutual" I spat.

He chuckled.

The sound of his voice made me angry, so mad at the fact that he had me where he wanted me, that all I could do was sit there and entertain Him. I gritted my teeth in frustration trying to control my rage, the dark silhouette of his signature suit slightly blending in with the darkness.

"Why are you doing this?" I croaked, licking my lips to see if I could get any moisture from them.

"Why not?" He replied.