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Darkness.
Velvety fabric blocked my vision, I was knocked unconscious with who-knows-what. It seemed like a dream. A weird one, too, since I bet everyone was unconscious along with me.
I felt paralyzed*, all my muscles locked up. I bet they did something to my nerves, whoever the hooligans were. I took in a deep breath, spluttering as my nostrils were filled with dust. My only guess was that we had been locked up, in some kind of prison.
That's nice.
"These Cretin are going to die if they're kept locked up forever." a voice commented, snarkily. Contempt dripped from the very words, and, if I had control over myself, I would've recoiled back.
"This one, though," Another voice piped up; younger, more immature, "She has a hot body!"
"Dragneel, keep your hands off!" the fabric was ripped off my eyes, surprising me. I wasn't aware of anyone's presence behind me, and the voices seemed, at least, six feet away. My eyes were taking too long to adjust to the darkness.
"You know, these arrangements aren't half bad." someone purred into my ear, and my nerves decided to work again. I gulped, as I realized I didn't have an inch of clothing on.
"W-who are you?" Lucy's voice shook, as she questioned the men. One of them had blond hair and tan skin. While the other... looked suspiciously like the fire guy at the Circus.
I forced myself not to look at her, as Lucy whimpered; aware that even she must be stripped.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, sweety," the blond answered, leaning his face near hers, "Now, Natsu. I'm sure the queen is dying to meet them. Their blood sure smells good."
'Natsu' just chuckled, showcasing strange pointy teeth, and the two dematerialized away.
I blinked.
What in the heck just happened?!
I turned around as decently as I could and saw that everyone was there. By everyone, I meant: Lucy, Gajeel, Milliana, Gray, Juvia... Where was Ultear?
"What is this place?" Gajeel said, darkly, "I don't like it."
I sweatdropped, shaking my head. My hands were tied behind my back, which was not helping my situation.
"Hey, Jellal." Lucy said, shyly, "Turn around, will you?" She scooted closer to me, and I eyed her face nervously.
"Ummm, Ok..."
"We should do that, as well, Gray-dear!" Juvia squealed from the corner of the room.
I swiped my tongue on my lips, wetting them, and swallowed, as my throat was parched. The place where I had gotten hit, throbbed, and I turned; my back to Lucy.
After a couple of hits from Lucy's feet, I understood what she was trying to do - untie my hands. And it was clearly working.
Apparently, those 'blood-lover' creeps weren't very bright at rope-tying. Lucy managed to untie my hands, and, without thinking, I eased myself off the ground, stretching, my back to everyone.
The room was suddenly silent; as cliché quotes say 'you could hear a pin drop'. I realized my mistake too late when Gajeel tackled me and kicked me where the sun doesn't shine.
I doubled over onto the floor, gasping. Juvia and Milliana were making strangled noises, while Lucy just looked embarrassed.
Great job, you blueberry maniac. You just flashed your butt for the entire world to see.
"Jellal's got some buns." Gray grinned, biting his lip not to laugh. As the pain faded, I turned eased myself against the prison-walls and glared at them through my fringe.
