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Chapter 6: Daren

This is how I imagine Daren, (It's Hisoka from the anime Hunter X Hunter) but you can imagine him any way you like.

Clair awoke with a start. She threw herself up from her laying position. She placed her hand on her stomach which ached from being tossed around like a feather. Her wrists were also blue and purple, the bruising ached, and the deep cuts from the glass were extremely tender and painful. However, none of that mattered.

How on earth did she get here, was the only thing on her mind. Clair was in a king bed, which was made with silk sheets and a beautiful black and white comforter. The room was huge in comparison to anything she had ever lived in or seen before. The wood was darkly stained hardwood, which matched the rest of the rooms furniture well. There was a chair with a little coffee table in the middle of the room. There was also a vanity with a huge mirror and in the corner there were two wooden dressers. Then to the center of the other wall there was a door, which was slightly cracked open, it looked as if it led to a bathroom.

There were two more doors, Clair guessed one was the closet and one was the exit. She was dressed in light blue silk pjs. She lifted her shirt in order to examine her wounds, only to discover her waist had already been bandaged.

Panic rose up inside her. "Daren." She said aloud.

He had done this. If that pervert dressed her.... Clair couldn't finish the thought. The horror of such a deed. What was his sick game and why.... why did it have to involve Lucy? Why did he do what he did? What even was he? Clair didn't think she believed in supernatural beings except God, Angels and Demons, but now...she didn't know what to believe.

Even though she was still in pain, Clair slowly and quietly crawled out of the bed. She knew that Daren was probably watching her, but she couldn't just wait for him to come and do who knows what to her. Clair tiptoed to the door with gold trim around it, she assumed this was the exit. With her hand gently placed on the door knob she slowly turned it. Then she popped it open. Nothing. Just silence.

Clair peeked her head out of the room. It was a long hallway. The decorations reminded her of some sort of mansion. She snuck out of the door into the hallway. She scaled the walls, slowly creeping toward one end. Pictures hung one the walls of old Victorian people. However, they had strange clown markings on them.

Someone took the Monolisa and gave her black eyes with red tears streaming down her cheeks. Some had creepy smiles painted across their faces. What is this place? Clair thought. She continued until she came across a door, which had blood pooling around it. She hesitantly turned the handle, careful not to make any noise.

On the other side of the door were stairs leading down to a dark damp basement. Blood dripped of off the metal steps. Could this be any closer to a horror film? She thought. However, to be honest, everything that had happened to her had been like some horrible horror story. Clair was still hoping that someone would jump out of the corner and tell her it was all some sick prank.

She had almost reached the bottom when she heard moans coming from the right. Clair quickly placed her back against the wall, hiding herself from the sounds. She put her ear on the wall stressing to hear and clearly decipher the noise. More moaning, and weak sniffles were the only sounds that Clair could pick up.

After evaluating the noise, she decided to investigate the sounds. Clair slowly rounded the corner. The sight that met her was horrifying. Girls no older than her were chained and beaten. Some were chained to a pole and whipped to where nothing but bones showed. Others were chained like prisoners and sliced and diced in every way.