Nyssa

Kidnapped

My eyes open. All I see are blurring images. I feel my skin prickle with heat. I blink once more, and the world comes into focus. My head hurts. I go to rub it. I cant move my arm. I look down and see that I am bound in ropes, sitting on a chair. I spit out the thing in my mouth.

Something comes rushing towards me. I go to move, but find myself firmly stuck.

"Shes awake." The cyclops yells over his shoulders. He pokes me hard between the ribs. I scrunch my nose as his bad odour sweeps over me.

"What do you want?!" I demand, spitting at the gross cyclops that obviously needs to bath.

"Dont you dare talk to my son like that!" An older, female cyclops comes out from behind a road grater. Looks like this place is infested with them. She comes towards me, smelling not much better than the other one.

"What do you want?!" I repeat again.

"Dirty demigod scum!" She says and slaps me in the face. My head jerks to the side. I have never felt so god damned helpless in my entire life! She yells to another over the other side of the shed. I look in that direction and see a pit of boiling water.

My mouth goes dry. Is this what happened to my family? Is this what will happen to me? I dont want to die! A thousand thoughts flash in my mind. I can't die. Not like this! I want to die peacefully as an old lady! Not anytime soon.

"What did you do to my family?" I whisper to the female cyclops, while still looking over at the boiling pot.

"Well honey, they made a very good meal. Very tastey. And you're about to join them." She says and looks at her son for him to agree. Tears prickle my eyes. I can't cry. Not infront of anyone or anything. The female smirks, and I can tell she lied.

I kick upwards hard, and hear her scream in pain. She demands something. Five cyclops appear, grab hold of me and lift me and the chair up. They carry me over towards the boiling pit. I scream as loud as I can and try to reach the knife in my boot. I feel my shoulder start to dislocate as I my fingertips brush the knife. I hear a cyclops scream in the distance of the shed, and watch as Zach comes rushing forward, knife in hand, swinging and killing every cyclops that comes towards him. The cyclops carrying me, drop me and the chair, and turn their attention to Zach. I want to help him. I thrust my arm towards my boot, for another try at getting the knife. My arm bends the wrong way and I fight back the urge to cry and remove my arm.

I glance back over and see all the dead cyclops around his feet. Zach makes his way over to me. I feel like a hopeless female, and silently curse myself for needing his help.

He cuts the rops that hold my waist and arms to the chair.

"Never thought you would need help." he says looking me over for any wounds.

"I could of handled it." I mumble. He laughs. He knows I was as good as dead.

"Guess I owe you thanks?" I ask. He nodds.

"We need to get out of here before they come back." He says, starting to lead me out of the shed.

"Wait, they're aren't dying?" I ask. He shakes his head and pulls the roller door aside for us to exit.

The sun shines brightly in my eyes, and I take a moment to look at him. He looks down at me.

"What?" he asks.

"Thankyou." I say.

"It was noth......" He tries to say. But before he finishes, I pull his face down to mine, and press my lips to his. He tastes of sweet, fresh apples. I pull away, but cant look him in the eye.

"I take it that I shouldn't mention this to anyone?" He asks looking at me astonished.

"Yep, that'd be great." I still dont look him in the eye. He leans down back toward me. I move my face to the side.

"We had better get a move along."

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