A Subject's Horror - Book Two

Chapter One

More often than not I had been snubbed due to my sharp tongue and snide remarks. I had always hoped that high school would end up being different.

Not that I had a chance to find out.

Instead, I had ended up being kidnapped a few weeks before my freshmen year.

I would spend the next six months inside a cell with five others, two of which shared the cell with me. There was only so much I could do to keep from losing my mind.

Mainly from the pain and fear if today would be my last.

One such way was sharing snide remarks with a boy in the cell across from ours, Nathan Wood, seeing as he gave as good as he got in those arguments.

But now, as I watched Craig being shoved into that archway, drugged and in pain, I knew it was finally time. We were out of time, the day I feared was now right in front of me.

It also reminded me of a conversation that I had with the other two girls a week back.

"What do you think we're even here for?" wondered Stacy as we were lead into a bathroom for 'shower time'. "If there even is a reason."

"Considering that we keep receiving the same checkups," began Ava with a scoff even as she glanced back towards the female guard at the door, "I would say it wasn't for anything good."

"When is being kidnapped ever a good thing?" I shot back with a raised eyebrow. "Well, unless you're into that type of thing, but even then, don't invite us into your weird world."

Ava reached out smacking me right in the face with the rag she just got wet making me splutter.

"Are you trying to taint poor Stacy?" questioned Ava with a narrowed look. "Do remember she is not only the youngest but isn't yet twisted like you."

"What did she mean by that?" wondered Stacy at that exact moment making Ava shoot me a look. "How would you taint me?"

Though to be fair, I hadn't expected for her to really be that gullible and naïve. Especially considering some of the snide remarks Nathan and I have shared.

"Nothing," answered Ava in my place while shooing Stacy into one of the three stalls in the room as quickly as she could. "Go take your shower, you know we're on a time limit."

"Should have just told her," I muttered under my breath towards Ava. "It isn't like it's doing her any good to remain that naïve."

Especially when we didn't know why we were even here in the first place. Leaving any one of us in the dark would only bring more harm than good.

"With the horror's we're put through," retorted Ava, voice heated, "I don't think bringing in talks of kinks and sex would do her any good."

"And if Hilton has some type of plan for us that involves something like that?" I shot back through my teeth. "Then what? You let her walk onward without a comment?"

Not that I didn't think we were kidnapped to become sex slaves or anything.

But the point still stood, we hadn't a clue why we were kidnapped, and it was better to be safe than sorry in our case. We should keep anything in mind of what we could be facing.

"Stop," warned Ava as she moved forward to the middle stall leaving the one near the wall for me. "I feel like we'll find out soon why we were taken, so until then we should try to keep positive."

Which, as it turned out, she wasn't wrong in saying that back then considering she was right.

She had also been correct in that Hilton didn't have plans to make us sex slaves or some such thing. Though being tossed into some type of archway, and not falling out the other side, wasn't a better option either.

It felt final, like after this we wouldn't be who we were.

"Next," called out Hilton with another laugh and wave of his hand as the guards moved towards me. "We hadn't all day, and in fact need to complete this in a timely manner."

Curses escaped unnoticed from me as I struggled against the guards holding tightly to my arms.

It was to the point they chose to lift me, holding my arms and legs in place, up the dais and to Hilton. The twisted man took glee in shoving the needle into my neck and plunging down on the syringe with zero hesitation.

That pain I was now in kept me too distracted and shaking to fight back as I was literally tossed into the archway.

It was the type of pain I never thought I'd feel.

None of Stacy's and Ava's screams of my name reached me in that last moment.

~ Zabini Villa ~

A shriek left me as I fought against whatever was seeming to hold me in place. It wasn't until I slammed into the ground, knocking my head against the floor, that I fell silent.

"Eve?!" called out a young masculine voice as a door was slammed open and a set of footsteps rushed towards my downed form. "Are you alright!?"

"Who the fuck is Eve?" I shot back from the tangled mess of sheets and blankets.

"What?" shot back that same voice as a pair of hands, ones that felt small, worked to help me remove myself from the sheets and blanket.

Staring back at me was a child I didn't recognize making me shuffle a bit back and away.

"How hard did you hit your head, sorellina?" questioned the boy hands moving towards my face making me lean further back away from him.

"Excuse," I began only to fall silent since I had understood that he had just called me in Italian.

My reaction seemed to concern the child as he ended up turning and shouting for someone named Apple, which, that was one weird name.

The being that popped into the space beside us wasn't human and caused a choked scream to leave me. Because holy apples, what the fuck is that?!

"You be calling for Apple, Young Master?" questioned the thing making me send a wild look towards the boy.

"Yes," answered the boy with a grimace, "there is something wrong with Evelyn, please bring our madre and call for a medi-wizard."

Things seemed to pick up from that moment as a stunning woman, dressed in an elegant dress and with a fur scarf thing, rushed into the room.

It was hours later, after the medi-wizard, a man named Edward Flint, had left, though only after shoving something down my throat, that I was starting to realize the truth.

I was no longer in my original world, but in one that was once fictional and written by a woman.

"That was a calming draught," stated Blaise Zabini, the boy having stuck beside me even after the others left and introduced himself, "it's used to calm someone down."

Right, well, can't say I didn't need that.