Beast In Me (Watty Awards)

Chapter 7 - Lord Bestia

I woke up on a hard ground covered with hay. It was tangled in my hair as I slowly sat up. I was stiff from sleeping on the concrete of the small, windowless room. It had one door, barely seen at all because it had no handle or any resemblance to a regular door. The room was cold like I was in a basement or as if there was a terrible draft. But I'm going to go with being in a basement. There was one wooden bench that was chained to the wall and a sink. No toilet. Which is fine, I guess. I don't have to go.

I got up and splashed cold water on my face and on the back of my neck.

I was trying to figure out how I got here, where exactly I was, and how long it's been. I looked down at what I was wearing. It was a middle aged dress including corset and all. It was a white, almost blinding, but with black lacing around the the upper part. The skirts were incredibly uncomfortable and very large. The sleeves were tight to right above my elbow and then black ruffles flared out from it. This is when I started to really panic. I was trapped in some messed up jail and someone has changed my clothes while I was out.

What happened..? Brandon. He was taking me on a date, we ended up at his house and he had a whole dinner set up. It was beautiful.. No one had ever done anything like that for me. It was so sweet and thoughtful and just perfect. Except I didn't get to eat anything... He went to kiss me... Oh my God. The man from my dreams. The man with soul-less black eyes, white hair and mouth full of jagged teeth. He's real. And he called me Annette. What is going on?

I stood up and I had a difficult time moving the skirts around before I could walk towards the door.

" Hello!!" I screamed and smacked the door. " Someone, help me!!"

I banged on the door for a couple more minutes and then I put my ear to the door and listened for any movement beside the rats. There was some sort of movement from outside. It sounded like keys hitting against other keys. Like a janitor walking.

" Hey! I can hear you out there! Help me!" Even as I was screaming this, I knew they were not going to come to my rescue, I was alone.

Issac, he is probably worried sick. And he is so going to kill Brandon. At least, I have some satisfaction that he'll pay for handing me over to my worst nightmare. Literally. I thought Brandon was an honest, nice guy. How could he...How did he even get tied up in that? I was beginning to wonder if Issac telling me he was a werewolf led to this.

How can this be real?

" Back away from the door! Lord Bestia is entering!'' Said a loud voice on the other side of the thick door.

As I backed away from the door, it slowly opened. It took to men, dressed in knight armor, to push the door open. Then, a man dressed in extremely ridiculous clothing walked into the room. He really looked like Shakespear, in the flesh. He, also, walked with this theatrical walk. He dramatically walks with large steps and one hand is behind his back and the other on his chest. He was like a wanna-be-king. Until you looked at his face. Which would've been funny insult, if it weren't so literal. He looks even worst than in my dreams. I guess it's because I know this is really happening.

" Ah, gentlemen, our sweet Annette has finally awoken." He smiled and all of his top teeth popped out of his mouth.

" Look, you crazy son of a bi-" my sentence got cut off by one of the armored guys slapping me across the face.

My head snapped back and I fell to my knee with the impact. I could taste the rusty, salt taste of my blood in my mouth. I spit it out.

" We talk to his majesty with proper respect or you shall be punished twice as hard," said the man. " Begin your sentence again."