Under the moonlight

Chapter 2

There's nothing that can be seen or even heard. The curse I remember repeats inside of my head causing a hysterical state. I'm not sure how much time has passed but I feel like centuries have passed in seconds. I stumble blindly as my vision fades in and out. Maybe it was all a big dream or I must have hit my head somehow. I don't remember where I am or who I am things seem different here thoug. What I come to notice is thepeople around me whispering with taughnting laughter. The people around here look like they're ready for a renaissance festival.Yet' the laughter is for sure directed twords me.

Everything on me hurts and my clothes are in shambles. I reach for my throat finding it hard to breathe; the necklace from that dreadful dream is on my neck. Mermory floods back to me in an instance with panic seeping in close behind. Gleaming eyes stare at me from the abyss of the crowd. Suddenly, a sack is thrown over my head and though I struggle nothing pervails as I'm dragged away to my unknown fate.

When the sack is removed I am in a dark room where I can only see a faint light from under the door. My hands and feet are chained to the wall. My eyes adjust to the dark space and it causes me to almost scream. Beside me is a skeleton with a similar necklace to mine. They must capture everyone who is cursed no wonder that person warned me not to go to that town a lot of people must disappear. How cleche' of me to do such thriller movie roll in my own life.

I bite my lip to calm myself and focus on how to get out of here. This won't be the end for me I'm sure. After all I was able to move away by myself before so this is just like starting new. It's not the first time I have been in a messy situation but is by far the worst.

Struggling against the chains my wrist begin to blister. I cry out in pain as the weight of my own body pulls me down but the chains are relentlessly holding me in the air. The links in the chain look as if it was made for a bear. Obviously these chains aren't ment for someone of my stature nor my streanth. I mean like any sensible person I took self defence classes but there are no courses of breaking out of prisons.

It feels like a day has went by but I'm not sure nothing changes in here for all I know it could even have been a week. My methods of trying to escape are all hopeless. Tears run down my face and I have soiled myself too many times to count. I am starving and dying. My heart is breaking with my will.

I will never see anyone again and no one will realise that I'm gone. No one will look for me and even if they did I would never be found. I reach up for my necklace to rip it off so that I can just just end the pain. My life will just vanish and it will be for the better. The people here will be glad to get rid of me I'm sure. After all no one has came to even look at me and my will to live is broken.

I always thought myself as strong however this is different than anything I have ever. I wasn't trained to endure torture so therefore I am weak. I am worthless no one will see me again. The amulet is cold against my skin while hot tears leak onto it. One tug and it will be the end. I hesitate because I am a coward and somehow can't take my life. It won't even be painful so why can't I do it. The struggle for my life is an internal battle where I can not win either alive or dead. I want to die but thrive to live like a part of me is unwilling to give me peace.

My body becomes weak as time passes even though everything is standing still. I can't even lift my body from the ground. My eyes seem to be unable to stay open and the stench of this room no longer bothers me. I hear something shift outside the door but I'm too weak to care. A bright light fills the room causing my head to throb.

Someone touches my face but I no longer care. A voice like a deep lullaby speaks strongly. "You say she never once cried out for help?"

"That's right, Sir." A gravelled almost frightened voice.

"Let's sell this on I think she will make a good pet. She has such a pretty collar and yet she the only one who can remove it." The rhythmic voice coes sending a chill down my spine.

My voice feels scratchy but I have a bit of courage for the first time. "Get your hand off me."

My voice comes out broken and cold as if an icebergs decided to speak. I lift my head forcing to use all my strength I glare at the person who touched me. He backs away shocked but then shows a cruel smile. Like I was the present that was hidden for later use. I hate people like him even if my will to survive isn't much I won't lose to a jerk.

"Oh, little sheep I am the wolf that will use you as my suit to fool others. Your will is going to be stripped from you with my claws." He bends down to my level and stares at me as if I am his prey. "You will be my toy until I finish will you and sell you to the highest bidder. Clean her and take her to one of the cells we use for the experiments."

I am unhooked and then picked up taken to a table. My body is too weak to resist so I lay still as my clothes are cut from me tearing my skin. Cold water is rubbed across my body and I involuntarily sigh with relief. My hair is pulled out cause my thick hair to go thin. It's then washed and put up. Soon I'm dried off and dressed in a simple dress after I am waxed.

I'm shivering from being cold having no dirt on me to protect me from the chill. Instead of being taken back to the room I was in I'm taken to a barred cage. The person who helped me places me carefully onto the bed and covers me. Locking my sell he goes to leave but waits a moment.

"Don't make him angry at you because he is much more powerful than what he seems. We aren't allowed to speak to his toys so please be careful. I'll bring you food after you rest. If I were you I'd take off the necklace before he has a chance to play." The gravelled voice says.

I close my eyes and go to sleep almost instantly having been moved from that horrible position of staying. This is much better at least for now. From the warning I just got it seems like I would have been better just letting myself rot. Maybe I should have just stayed quiet but that's not like me.