He was gigantic.
The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably.
He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him.
His bare chest was o...
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It was cold, dark, and damp.
With fluttering eyelashes and blurry vision, she held her forehead and settled into her new environment.
Lying on the stone floor, dirty with rust and grime, a horrid stench of feces and urine made her cover her face and gag. She was lying on her side, her body pressed against the warm and furry body of a white canine.
Sitting up with her nose plugged, Selene noticed the stench coming from the far corner of their room.
A pile of feces and a bucket of urine- a mix between them. Sometimes, it was cleaned up, but it was mostly left there for weeks. It clogged her senses like a disease.
Selene and Luna were in an underground dungeon in the far corner of a jail cell. No light except flickering torches lining the walls could let her see. They cast shadows as they hit the bars of the cell.
"No..." Her eyes began to water as she stumbled to her feet.
Suddenly, she was hit with a wave of nausea and fatigue. The petite woman hit the floor, her palms against the stone, keeping her upright.
When she looked down at herself, the old dress she wore was gigantic in comparison to her malnourished and skinny body. There was no fat to keep her warm- as her body had eaten it to keep her somewhat functioning.
Her white hair was abnormally long, left to grow out, but it wasn't tangled. Selene spent most of her time brushing it with her fingers... since she had nothing else to do with her free time.
Gazing back, she saw that Luna was watching her while still lying down. The canine was mangy, with unhealthy and patchy fur and an unnaturally thin body.
"Not here..." Selene choked out a sob and weakly crawled to the bars, grabbing them and gazing out at the hallway, "No... No, no..."
Her body trembled sickly with emotion. "N-No..." She whispered, "Lá.. ngeingá hyí..." She wept. [I... got out...]
The light was suddenly impeded when a shadow was cast over her from outside the cell.
Gazing up, a sickly man with short grey hair and dull blue eyes warily approached. He wore a dirty black cloak that covered most of his body.
He wasn't malnourished like Selene and Luna, but he appeared to be... very sick.
Her eyebrows shot up, and she pushed herself away from the bars, "O a th defa..." She whispered hoarsely. [You have the curse.]
He was one of Signey's puppets. What was he going to do to her?
Or was he a lackey sent to clean up after them?
"Lá dú ngeihyú́ íyö ngeú," He said in a thick French accent as his eyes began to water, "Lá a fei ruhríngú... fnda ha ngégyauthí i." He began to fidget with something beneath his jacket. [I never meant to betray you.] - [I have no choice... but to serve her.]
