I remembered thinking this place was sort of magical. It was the biggest house I'd ever been in, even if it was by force.
It had been a while since we were dropped here, my friend Bianca and I. I hadn't seen her since we were taken so I wandered around the big house, looking through all the grand rooms. I thought of my room back home, how I missed it. My chin-length black hair fell forward as I bent to look at a queen-size bed with a down comforter. It was weird how I could distract myself from the fear...the loneliness...I wondered how everyone at home was dealing with my and Bianca's absence.
It had happened so fast, that cold night what I assumed to be about a week ago now. I remember hearing rough, angry voices and then screaming...our screaming. Hands with hairy knuckles pulling at my hair and digging into Bianca's brown skin. We tried to fight, but a sharp pain in the back of my head sent my world into darkness.
I woke up in one of the many rooms but my friend was nowhere to be found and I spent most of my time calling out to her, crying or plotting my own death seeing as there was no escape. My head ached at times and the rest of my body hurt but I wondered if I had just been asleep so long my body wasn't used to being up.
It took what I could tell to be four days (going off just sunlight and moon light from windows too high up to reach) for my door to be finally unlocked and me to begin the actual search.
Now on day seven, I could only marvel at the castle-like structure. I still searched and called for Bianca, but my mind must be in a state of shock. That was the only way I could think to explain the strange calm I felt.
A large, elaborately designed set of double doors stood before me now, doors I didn't recognize. I put my hand on the intricate carvings tracing them. It seemed as if I could hear voices behind the doors so I pressed my ear against it. Nothing clear could be made out so I tried the door handle and after a few jiggles it gave.
I wished it had been locked.
A man of large stature was laying on top of something...something moving. I could see a dark brown arm that ended in slender fingers hanging off the bed. I began to realize in horror that he was also moving...making whoever was under him move.
Just then he turned his face towards me, smiling a sickening smile and my stomach lurched as I realized he mustn't have much clothing on under the blankets. Even worse...the face of the person beneath him became visible.
Bianca.
So thin and frail it looked as if they starved her. Maybe it was just how she looked compared to him. I looked around for a weapon and my eyes settled on an iron rod used for a fireplace. As I made my way toward them, screaming, that same sharp pain came back and I fell into darkness.
