Torren's Magic Palace

Chapter Seven: Four of Seven

Chapter Seven

 My screams and attempts to fight back were all in vain. Just the man's neck seemed like it would be twice the size of my waistline, and his arms were so horrifyingly big that I had no doubt that he could easily snap a car in half. Even though I knew it did no good, I continued to scream like a madwoman until I was gagged and my wrists were bound. If I even made the slightest move I could feel the rough material of the ropes bite into my skin, and the gag forced the saliva to begin rolling down my face in a thin stream because I could not swallow with my mouth forced open like that. To make matters worse, the man had thrown a large sack over my head, and secured with another bit of rope that hardly allowed me to breathe, causing me to feel light headed and weak from the lack of air.

"Calm down, pretty lady," Lance growled, his voice extremely deep and husky. He carelessly through me over his shoulder, successfully knocking enough wind out of me to stop my already weak screams. "We are almost there, and Four is waiting for us."

 'I don't care! Let me go!' I tried to scream through my gag, but it only came out as an awkward series of muffled grunting noises. He laughed and painfully adjusted me on his shoulder so that I would be easier to carry. Admittedly it was more comfortable than the previous position he had me in, but the movement to get there caused me to cry out in a mixture of shock and pain. I could hear him laughing at me as he strolled at a casual pace as though he was strolling through the park, but his long clumsy strides sent his shoulder digging into my stomach with each step. I could feel the unwilling tears begin to well up in the corners of my eyes, hoping that we would reach wherever it was he was heading.

"Lance! Why are you so careless?!" I could hear another impatient voice hiss. Lance stopped on the spot and it seemed to feel like he was looking around for the source of the voice. "I'm up here you buffoon," the voice sighed in irritation. This guy seemed even more short tempered than Claudius. "Why would you treat the guest of honor so rudely?" he fumed. Abruptly, I felt myself fall onto the hard concrete below as a result of Lance's shrug of response. Another muffled cry escaped my lips as I hit the ground, and lay there still, hoping to play possum and have them just leave me be.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Cherinae. This oaf has the intelligence level of a rock. And that is on a good day," the voice laughed apologetically as they fiddled with the rope that was cutting off my air supply. It wasn't long before the bag was slid slowly off of my head, allowing me to view my surroundings, and whoever this other person was that had joined us. The first thing I noticed was the brightness of the room. I gathered that I was in some sort of lobby as I glanced around wildly, trying to process everything that was around me. My eyes finally came to rest up the new person that had joined us. It was a slender young man with oddly colored sky blue hair that was parted in the middle into a cute schoolboy-like cut. His face was pulled into a friendly grin, but his deep golden colored eyes told a different story. They held some sort of quality that made it hard to hold his gaze because it made me so sick to my stomach. Behind that mask lay a man with no remorse. No mercy. "I am Colt. Four of Seven."

"Now, if you promise not to scream, I will take this nasty rag out of your mouth, yes? Deal?" he said softly, stroking my hair as though he was attempting to befriend a timid animal. I responded with a harsh glare, but he seemed to be only amused with my frustration. I nodded slowly, but made sure that my glare did not faulter. He reached behind my head to loosen the knot that held the gag in place and slid it down so that it rested around my neck with suprising skill and gentleness, but I would not let myself be fooled. After all these people just KIDNAPPED ME AND PUT A SACK OVER MY FACE. The thought made my eye twitch in my silent anger.

"What the hell do you want with me?" I demanded through clenched teeth, my voice wavering with anger. Colt continued to play with loose strands of my hair that had escaped the ponytail that had by some miracle hardly managed to stay in my hair. I flinched away from the cold touch of his hands.