The Crimson Hunter. SAO X Reader. [DRAFT].

●Chapter 13: The Prison.

27 February 2024.
The Black Iron Palace Prison.
Lower Cells.

WARNING: VERY Short chapter, didn't have much ideas for this scenario. Apologies in advance.

Drip...Drip...Drip...

The sound of water splashing broke the silence within the cell, no rhythm or rhyme, it just broke the silence.

Drip...Drip...Drip...

Rosalia sat in the corner of her cell, her back against the wall as she watched the water collect at the top of the iron bars, fall and splash in a puddle forming on the hard stone floor. She watched it go through this infinite process. Collect, fall, splash, repeat. It was starting to annoy her. It's only been 3 days since she was arrested, but with nothing but a mattress, rags to wear and bread to eat. It was really starting to suck for the former guild leader.

Rosalia: Tch! Goddamn brats...

Drip...Drip...Drip...Crunch!

The sudden sound got her attention, the crunch? Sounded like a footstep, she stood still honing her senses of sound. Listening to try and hear it again. After a few beats of silence, she heard it again. This time it seemed to be in a pattern, someone was walking, far away still but getting closer.

Rosalia: It's probably one of the gaurd NPCS making the patrols, little early though...

She dismissed that thought when a new set of footsteps began to emerge, they were even paced like the first, and getting louder as well. This worried her.

There are never two gaurds patrolling the prison halls together, that was the first thing she realized in her 3 days here.

So that led to the conclusion that it wasn't an NPC. But a player, and that seemed unreal to her, noone could get into the lower levels without sneaking in, and the only reason anyone would do that is if they wanted something, or someone in here.

Rosalia: Two people...who are they? *out loud* Hello? Who's there?

No response. The footstep getting louder and louder, they were heading this way. She pondered on who these people were, they couldn't be any of her guild members or she would've been out of here 2 days ago. And she didn't know anyone else, except for.....them.

Erca-Tor.

The thought of that name set fear into her immediately, what if these two mysterious people were members of Erca-Tor? Coming here to kill her? to tie up a loose end that failed them? She hoped that it wasn't them, especially if it was one of those "Elites", they'd do worse before killing her, especially that blue haired women, the things she would do terrified her more. The torture she would suffer through, she knew what that women did as part of her "Sessions" to certain people, and if that women was here...oh God she didn't even want to think about it.

She was shaking in fear at this point.

Rosalia: Please, not Erca-Tor. Anyone but them, I'd rather have some crook that would mock me, beat me...

The footsteps got louder, they were a few cells away from her now, she began to tear up at the thought of those footsteps belonging to those psychopaths.

Rosalia: Hell I wouldn't care if he raped me! Just anyone but them, PLEASE GOD!!!

She sinks her head into her knees, closing her eyes. The footsteps getting louder and louder, they were probably two cells away. She prayed that it wasn't them, that they just walked past her, that whatever God that existed would forgive her for what she's done. She prayed that she wouldn't die now.