A poor young girl startled awake, not even knowing where she was or why.
She didn't even know how she'd got here. The one thing she could remember was her, protecting a shorter woman with nice long blonde hair. Then red eyes, then darkness.
"What the hell?" She said softly to herself as she checked her surroundings. But it too dark to make up the room she was in.
"Hello?" She questioned weakly, as she was still hazy from tiredness. The girl wanted to rub her eyes to make her vision less blurry. But her hand wouldn't move.
She looked down at her hand, it was strapped down by a leather binding on an arm of a old wooden chair. The same was true for her other hand, but also her legs, causing her to panic even more.
"Hello?!" She began to cry out. "Somebody, please?" She began to tug at the binding, trying to get free from it's tight grip. But it was no use.
"Where am I?" She asked, now more quiet as she lost the hope of the attempt to get free.
"Well hello there..." Said a voice evilly. It sounded like a man's voice, low but also almost kind like. The girl moved her head towards the direction she thought the noise came from, but it was too dark to see anything.
"Who are you? What am I doing here? What the hell is going on?" The voice gave no response back. The girl felt the same panic rise yet again.
She cried out when a bright light turned on above her head, making it look like she was standing in the spotlights.
When her eyes began to adjust the amount of light, she could see her surroundings clearly.
Her eyes widened and began the to tear up. The floor was covered in blood, so much blood, it almost made the girl gag. She examined the rest of the room, her eyes spinning fast from one wall to another. They were all covered with all sorts of weapons, or torture material.
The girl began to tug at the leather bindings yet again, her heart pounding in her chest. When she heard a soft chuckle.
"Ahw poor thing, you don't even know where you are. Or who you are." The voice sounded sinister as it said the last sentence.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The girl responded nervously, still scared of what might will happen.
"Are you scared?" The voice asked in a soft tone, almost sounding concerned.
The girl didn't respond, too scared to bring out even one sentence.
Suddenly, the girl felt a severe pain coming from her stomach. Making her gasp in horror. It felt like someone stabbed her with a blunt knife, and twisted it to and fro. She cried out, begging to make it stop.
"I said. Are you scared?" The mysterious voice spoke again, now with a pinch of anger in his voice. The girl nodded, drooping her head slowly.
The pain suddenly ceased.
The sound of harsh footsteps made her rise her head with speed.
A man with dark, raven hair walked out of the shadows. He smiled at her. It was a wicked smile, that sent shivers down the poor girl's spine.
"Who are you? What do you want form me?" The girl asked, hoping he would say money.
"Ahw poor Galadriel, you can't even recognize your own brother?" The man said, still with the wicked smile painted on his pale face.
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