Your Majesty

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Your Majesty

My head had excruciating pain when I woke up. The room I was in was pitch black, and there was no source of light anywhere. I felt the cold concrete ground to try and get an idea of where I could possibly be, but nothing came to mind. Slowly I got up from the ground and forced my way through the darkness. I reached my arms out in front of me to avoid hitting anything, and also to find a wall. Eventually I did. The wall was also concrete. As I navigated my way out, my heads pain progressively worsened. It felt as if someone smashed a rock against my head; each time harder.

     Down the hall candle lights lined the wall. The hall smelt almost like sewer water, but this place didn’t seem like any sewers were nearby. While quietly traveling down the hall I tried to remember where I was before, or how I even got here, however, I couldn’t even remember my name. Doors aligned the right side of the hall, but they were all chained locked. They were tall (reached from the ground to the ceiling) and looked almost like medieval type doors. Eventually I found a cracked door. My heart raced and my head ached more. Something told me that if I immediately walked into the room the result may be me never leaving alive. I peeked hesitantly into the room. It was dim and obviously the place where the smell was coming from. My eyes peered to the ground. There were no signs of any sewage, so where was the smell coming from?

     I thought the most reasonable thing to do was to crouch down and sneak through the room for a better view. There wasn’t much to take cover but after a long look at what I can see of the room I found a broken bookcase that looked carelessly pushed to the ground. My legs rushed to that bookcase as fast as they could. I huddled for a moment for a quick breath. My head peeked over by a little bit. My eyes wondered around the room, and widened at what my head and heart must’ve been warning me about. In the corner of the large abused room was this creature that I’ve never seen before. That you may here in some type of old story like Harry Potter.  Its body was tall and extremely skinny, almost as if it were just skin placed on top of her bone. Its clothing was ripped up curtains almost accustomed to its awkwardly shaped body. The way the clothing was made, it looked like a dress. Her face was in the shape of a skull, but her nose pointed out like a pin. Her hair was like black hay; somehow it looked smoothed which made me curious. She had four arms sticking out from her torso; three in the front, and one, which was longer than the others, stuck out in the back. Dead bodies surrounded her, however, she looked like she hasn’t eaten in months.

Suddenly, two men regretfully walked into the room, both dragging another man.

“You’re majesty; we have a prisoner to offer.”  One of the men spoke loudly with his head down. He had full body armor on and he winced at the creature when she opened her eyes and glared at him.

“This is not what I asked for Venice!” She spat in who I now know is Venice’s face. He flinched and wiped the gooey saliva from his face. “WHERE IS THE SAVIOR?” She screeched out which made me felt like I was the one being yelled at.

The other man spoke up, “We thought that he’d be better for you. He’s a fresh prisoner, came in this morning your majesty!” He innocently smiled as if she’d let what she wanted go. I even knew that she wasn’t going to let that by pass her. Whoever the savior was, she wanted that person now.

“We lost her.” Venice spoke up. He knew what he was in for and so did I.

The majesty smiled, this Grinch smile, and relaxed. Venice and the other two men sighed in relief, and one point of time I think I even sighed, because why would I want to witness a man eating creature in act? The arm on her back reached up and snatched Venice. “YOU DID WHAT?” she held him to her face. He cried and didn’t even have enough time to answer her rhetorical question. She detached his head from the body and spat it out to the floor. Then, she ripped the skin off and ate it. It’s the worst thing anyone has to witness, and made me want to barf. For some reason I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene.

The other two men hurried out the room thinking they could escape. Her arms and legs rushed out the room, it was so quick it seemed so gracefully, but the sound of it was like cockroaches finding their way through your room. I knew by the way she was moving they men wouldn’t escape. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. Eventually she walked back to the room and dropped the now dead body onto the floor, and closed her eyes for another nap. Something was trapping her here, and maybe that’s why she can’t go out looking for the savior herself. I decided that now was the time to escape. I didn’t know anything about her. Whether she liked females and let them free or whether she slept for a certain amount of time and stayed awake for another.

I took in another deep breath and hurriedly rushed toward the exit of the room. As I was running, my left foot kicked a skull, and rolled toward her. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“The Savior.” She smirked and began chasing me. I didn’t look back at her, because if I did it would only slow me down. Down at the end of the hallway, was a dead end. She gripped me tightly and held me to my face. I winced at the pain of her boney fingers literally digging into my skin. “I’ve been waiting for you my dear. You now know, you’ll never rid me, and the people will suffer!” I closed my eyes while she began to close her blade teeth on my neck.

     My eyes heavily opened to a quiet and peaceful room. It was dark, and the door was closed. I was clutching onto this thick winter blanket and sweat rolled down my forehead. I sighed in relief remembering my name and where I was.