I Choose All of You

The Chosen One: Chapter One

 No one could have prepared me for what has happened to me in the last few months. I knew I was still alive, but at this point, I wish I wasn't.

A blindfold was tightly secured around my eyes and my wrists were bound by a short rope. I tried thrashing around, screaming for help, but it was no use. My voice has gone hoarse. My wrists were rubbed to flesh. It was dark. Cold. The ground beneath felt wet and hard.

My blindfold was now soaked in my own tears and I couldn't stand. My entire body was weak. Probably because I haven't seen or eaten anything in two days. Or at least I think that's how long it's been. I don't know anymore.

My head was pounding and my stomach grumbled in pain. Every inch of me was covered in fear. What the hell is going on? What's going to happen to me? Who did this?

A sword tattoo was the last thing I remember seeing. It's image was seared into my mind. It was just like the tattoo that masked man had. Who I assume was the leader, Roe.

What was most terrifying of all, was what he last said to me. It made chills run down my spine and I felt like throwing up. "Destiny continues to shine on us, my dear". The way his voice sounded was too familar. Too alluring for me to forget... but it couldn't be.

Since being kidnapped, I've only my mind to run free. The gears have been working nonstop and every part of me wanted to scream. Roe. You're not who you say you are, are you?

Anger began to rise in me. My friends. Everyone I knew and cared about was at the castle, fighting for their lives. They could be hurt. They could be dead. Emotions filled me and I pulled at the rope even harder, hoping this time I might break free. No use. Leo. Atlas. Kalum. Jeremiah. Who is left alive? Is anyone left alive? Are they tied up like I am? Are they looking for me? I feel like this is all my fault. It's ridiculous, but my gut feels like it's true.

The sound of keys jingling echoed, making my ears ring.

"Who's there," I called out.

I tried mustering every fiber in my being to sound strong, but I knew I looked and sounded pathetic.

The door to wherever I was, squeeked open and loud footsteps approached me. I began to scurry backwards till my back hit the damp wall, pulling my knees to my chest.

"Who's there!"

"Shhhh, you're safe. I promise," a deep voice cooed.

I felt tears begin to form and my anger take over, "Reveal yourself, coward! I swear. If any of my friends are hurt or dead, I'll-!"

"-You'll what? Hm? There's nothing you can do.

Especially now that you're all mine."

A spat in the direction of the voice. I must have hit them, because I heard them stumble backwards.

To my display they began to laugh, "Kinky. We are sure to have fun, my dear."

I froze. It's him.

The sound of glass clattered in front of me, and I pulled my hands to my chest.

"Don't be afraid. You're hungry, I'm sure. I apologize for leaving you alone so long. I swear it's been paining me too, but I had some things to take care of first," the man's presence was close. He had to be crouched beside me now.

 Fingers lightly traced my cheek and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"What is it," I asked softly. I didn't want to comply, but I was so hungry. My stomach grumbled loudly and I bent over to try and make it stop.

The man backed away from me, "Cappucino and a blueberry muffin. Did I get your order right? It feels like forever since our first meeting, but then again, I can remember it like it was yesterday."

"You," my throat went dry.

I could hear the smile in his voice, "Hello again, Sarah. I've missed you."

"Roman."