I awoke to a huge room that looked like a torture chamber. I tried to stand but when I did something held my arms and feet down. I looked and noticed my hands and feet were shackled to a chair. I struggled against the restraints but to no prevail. Instead all I did was tip the chair a little too far back and fell. My head hit the hard floor and a massive headache erupted. Owwww. I could see stars and darkness settle in but someone entered the room and my vision snapped to normal. The footsteps were walking straight towards me. When the person stopped next to my chair I tensed. "Trying to escape were we?" Man it was definitely a man. I thrashed around in the chair as much as the restraints would let me. "BE CAREFUL!!! YOU'LL RIP YOUR STITCHES!!! Now tell me, what is your name young one?" He asked firmly. I replied with a quick, "shouldn't you know my name if you just kidnapped me?" He set my char back up. "I suppose, but I'd like to hear your name from you." He replied. "Fine, because someone can't do their homework for class I'll tell you. My name is Dawn." I shrugged. "Okay, and what's your last name?" He asked, a little annoyed I guess. A small bud of anger bloomed inside me. I wasn't sure why though. I don't have anything to be angry at except for this whole kidnap crap. Alright if he wanted to know I'd tell him. "It's nature. Dawn Nature." I narrowed my eyes at him. His face was a mix of surprise, anger, eagerness and happiness. "Why do you wanna know my name anyways?" I looked around the chamber of torture. "As a matter of fact why am I here?" He did a half shrug and answered, "we just wanna know what to call you for future references. As for why your here that'll be answered another time." He stood up, looked at me one last time then walked away to talk with a guard I hadn't seen there before. He whispered and I tried to listen but I couldn't hear them no matter how much I tried. The guard looked at me for a second before nodding to cant-remember-names-man. The man stepped out of the room and left. The guard walked over to me. He wasn't wearing a mask which must mean that I'm allowed to see their faces. He looked to be about my age and damn, let me tell you, he looked like god made him with extra sexiness. I wonder how e managed to get into this place. He pulled a small bag out of his pocket and poured it, a substance that looks like sand, onto his hand. He looked at me with pity and sorrow. Then he blew the substance onto my face. I tried to fight the sleepiness that was coming. And for a short time I succeeded. But I had already wasted too much energy trying to stay awake that I decided to stop and let it take over.
