The devil's arms wrapped around the gentle curves of my neck, his fingertips sliding leisurely down my tight chest. My eyes closed, his lips grazing the skin of my earlobe. A sarcastic laugh, then, "I can sense your fear, sweet boy. Loosen up."
His fingers covered my sight, a shiver ran down my unmoving spine as my lower lip quivered uncontrollably. The voice that once belonged to my being betrayed me, my hands motionless by my sides.
"Cat got your tongue, sweet boy?"
His raspy and deep voice made me whimper like an injured deer trapped within a bramble.
"No,"
The voice which slips through my plush lips sounded foreign to my hypersensitive ears. He pulled me in, pushing my aching back against his fit front as a growl escaped his evil mouth. He snickered against the nape of my neck as he shoved me forward, an invisible obstacle making me stumble on the ground.
"Who are you?!"
As soon as the inquisition echoed throughout the hall, I turned around as fast as I could, just to find out that he was gone. He had vanished into thin air and his yet to be revailed body was nowhere to be found. I didn't know what he looked like, but he had been so close to me yet I felt like he was galaxies away right in this moment.
My ashen grey short hair fall onto my wrinkled forehead, still bewildered by the unexpected circumstances I found myself in. Once again, I was alone; I still needed to discover where my five friends were, but had no idea where to start to search for them.
Defeated, I stood up on trembling legs, making my way through the black and white statues of the building.
I needed to find my friends.
