Listen to my Voice

Chapter Eight

Siren sits with her head looking down at her lap. Her hands tightly grasp one another and rest in her lap. She draws in a breath and goes over the last occurring events.

She was in darkness, a violet silk cloth had been placed around her eyes. A metal gag was forced into her mouth so she would not cause harm to others. Her ankles and wrist were bound by heavy metal chains, that made it difficult to step one foot or move a hand.

A blue blood pushed her down a long hall way, her occasionally tripping. Finally they came to a halt. The vibes from the room were dim enough to send shivers down the troll's back. The room had the strong stench of blood. A troll let out a wail that was quickly silenced by a sickening crack. Maniacal laughter booms causing the Siren to shutter. This must have been one of the high bloods she was warned about.

Something heavy was being dragged across the floor and to make matters worse it reached out for the troll. She bit down on the insides of her cheeks. "WhAt dO yOu MoTheR fUcKiNg WaNt?!" A large growl came. The gills on the troll flattened. This was not good.

"We have brought the extinct kind!" Siren felt herself being pushed forward. Unfortunately she could not catch herself causing her to fall on her knees. A large chuckle bounced around the room. "LeAve!" The sound of footsteps departing followed.

The ground seemed to shake as the high blood bounded towards the troll. Siren dared not to move in fear of making things worse. A large cold hand gripes on the troll's neck so hard it forced the wind out of her. On instinct she started clawing at the hand and gasping for air. She could not see and now could not breath.

"WeLl IsN't ThIs MOTHER FUCKING gReAt?!" The cloth was removed from the small troll's eyes. Though her vision was severely blurry she could make out the troll that was slowly killing her. He was recognizable from the stories. The Grand High blood

His face was coated with dark clown/skeleton makeup which made this a literal living nightmare. He had wild raven locks that trailed down his back with humongous wavy horns protruding from his skull. On his large build was clothing that was similar to skeleton wear. His arms wear exposed showing muscle. And to make matters worse there was blood of different shades on him.

Siren tried to make out a sound for help. "WhAt'S tHaT?! YoU wAnT tO bE lEt Go?!" He furiously slammed the troll to the ground. A whimper escaped her throat. The bangles of the shackles collided onto her face. Grand Highblood knelt down and put a hand around her throat but did not tighten his grip. He leaned in and 'whispered' "YoU'rE lUcKy YoU'rE mOtHeR fUcKiNg AtTrAcTiVe!"

And that leads to now. Siren's hair is pulled back into a high pony tail with her bangs being pulled back with a gold pin. She sports a knee length violet lace dress and violet pumps. A gold necklace and bracelet dangle about.

The sound of heavy footsteps heading to the dinning hall shake the ground below. Siren let's out a shaky sigh as her hand traces the marks left on her skin (though a delightful jade blood troll gladly covered it up). Where are her friends?