Trapped

Chapter 2

"Excuse me?", I said in disbelief. "What does this have to do with me?"

"It has everything to do with you, Coy; he is unable to be found so you have to pay for his sins."

I rose from my crisscross position on the floor, "And what if I don't want to comply?," I challenged, my voice shaking slightly.

Simba smirked at me, "You don't have a choice in this decision. I make all the decisions and the rules."

I had enough from this freak. Out of my better judgment, I lunged at him, expecting my hands to wrap around his fragile and scrawny neck. To my surprise, my hands went through him, as if he was an apparition.

"W-what?" I was dumbfounded. Fear quickly replaced my few seconds of anger.

Simba started silently at me, his face completely expressionless again.

"Bad idea Coy," Simba said quietly. "Rule number one, never underestimate your opponent."

He rose from his seat, standing face to face with me. Well, face to chest that is. Despite the noticeable height difference, I felt puny. My legs quavered.

I saw him open his mouth and wordlessly say something. Next thing I knew, my legs were moving on their own, exiting the room. Alarmed, I tried to force my legs to a halt with my arms, but to no avail.

"It's no use Coy," Simba called out. "If you took heed of rule number one, I might've shared with you how I initiated that spell. Just know, I put a spell on your legs that will take you to, "The Room of Nothing."

That caused my hair to stand on end. I stared at him pleadingly as my legs continued to take the rest of my body across the room, and out the doors I initially entered from. He simply turned around and sat down on the floor, the exact same way he was positioned when I first saw him.

The door slammed shut.

As my legs took me to my unpredictable, yet terrifying destination, I realized I had no control of the outcome. I had no choice but to deal with whatever punishment laid ahead. This did not help me feel any better.

I walked up a flight of stairs that felt never-ending, but then I stopped by a door. Against my own free will, my arms reached out and turned the door knob, opening the door wide. I felt betrayed by my limbs.

As I entered, I was bombarded with loud noises. I looked around and realized I was walking through jail cells, filled with angry and pained souls, clutching at the bars, spitting out the worst profanities, shouting about revenge and blood, and other blood-curdling words.

My arm hair stood on end; I knew if I was put in there with these monsters, I would not live to see another day.

As I walked through the hallway, many eyes were fixed on me, with looks I knew would haunt me for some time.

To my relief, my legs took me past the hallway.

That didn't last long.

The further my legs took me down the hallway, the quieter it became. And less cells. This was disturbing.

I just realized there was not a single guard in sight, even since my first steps down the hallway.

After what felt like ages of never-ending walking, my feet fell to a stop. I was in front of a door that was padded in white. My blood ran cold and realization hit me at that moment; I was standing in front of, "The Room of Nothing."