My Beautiful Killer

ONE

My New 'Home'?

I blinked my vision clear. A sharp searing pain in the back of my skull, it throbbed and I closed my eyes quickly, tightly. I let out hard deep breaths as I went round two and slowly blinked them open. It gave my eyes and brain a great deal of pain to even look in the direction of the flickering light from the candle that was clear on the other side of the room. It was dim, yet I felt like I had headlights shining my way. I let out a groan and winced as I tried to stretch my cramping limbs. I had never felt so much pain in my body, not even hours of dancing or standing on my toes had given me so much pain. I was a pretzel. Bent and cramped into an awkard position. I moved my neck and my head whacked into something hard, solid and cold.

"Fucking hell," I hissed through my teeth and reached my arms up to cradle my throbbing head. I could feel my brain convulsing and throbbing even more. It felt as if the back of my eyes were being jabbed with tooth picks. I took slow deep breath, the air was moist and smelled of mildew making me gag. I gave myself some time to calm down before I tried to analyze my surroundings.

The space was large. A box. Concrete walls and floors with no windows. There were two sets of stairs on either sides of the box that lead up to pure, utter blackness. There was one candle providing small light through out the box. I saw cages. Small metal bar cages with large bad locks clicked in place. I squinted and saw figures in them... people. Girls. All around the ages of eighteen and twenty five, some older around their thirties and fourties. I made a face. My mouth felt dry as sand and my heart was pounding in my ears. What is this place? Where am I and why am I hear? I couldn't remember anything. Only that me and Devin got in a bad fight and I walked home. Other than that it was fuzzy and blank.

I pushed myself up into an awkard position to where I was hugging my legs and my knees where pressed to my chest. I was still in my same skinny jeans and purple v-neck and ankle boots. My hair had been let out of its pony tail and laid down my back and to the floor of the cage in a golden stringy mess. My skin was paler, and I felt weak, as if I had lost weight. I sat there for what seemed hours until I heard heavy sets of foot steps fall down the stairs and a soft hum of conversation. I listened and found another language. French? Russian? I wasn't sure. I strained my ears to get a better listen but came up with nothing.

"Qu'est-ce que vous avez a l'esprit?" A deep voice asked, it was a dark voice. Dangerous, but I couldn't help but feel drawn. A lure or spell as it danced down the stairs with the sound of footfall echoing behind. *What did you have in mind?*

"Vous savez ce que le roi aime," another voice spoke. It was more powerful, deep but soft. Deadly and just like the other, a spell. *You know what the King likes.*

I swallowed and pushed myself to the back of the cage and dug my chin into my arms as I peered through the bars. Two men emerged from the left set of stairs. One tall with lean muscle, completely gorgouse. Smooth silky sandy blond hair that fell in whisps in front of his bright blue eyes. He had a diamond shaped face and a strong jaw, almost a foxy look to him with thick, but not bushy eye brows and a clean shaven face. He was tall, about 6'1 with lean muscle and a dont-fuck-with-me look to him. He had fair even skin and just looked... yum. While the other was a bit shorter with bigger more stand out muscle. His hair in brown tosouls on his head and his eyes the color of mold. Strong jaw and a hard look to him. He wasn't bad looking but he looked more rough and hard.

The shorter one strode straight to my cage and pulled out a set of keys before unlocking my cage and shoving his hand at me to take. I did hesitantly and he pulled me out slowly. I let out a moan of pain as my body adjusted to the new position and I slowly stood straight. The other looked over me. His eyes raking over every inch of me as he circled me. Touching my hair and then tilting my chin up. Sizing me up as if I were a dog in a show. I wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out a ribbon and pinned me. I felt the corner of my lip twitch in a mean smirk as he ran his fingers over my face and arms, giving them pinches along with my thighs. I didn't dare say a word.