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(hnngh,  my daddies lookin like a whole four course meal 😩) Here is what her outfit looks like. Her appearance will be described in detail as you read though.

   It seems like forever until I regain consciousness. My body recovered from it's temporary paralysis and with a jolt my body raises up and I frantically move my head from left to right, only to stop and hold my head in my hands writhing from the lingering pain of the fall. "Oww for fuck sakes, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!" I exclaimed. Taking my time to observe my surroundings, I notice that I am in a dark room. Under me is a hard stone floor that is cool to the touch. Noises were non-existent, only unsettling silence. On my left, my eyes adjust to the  unfamiliar location making out a tall burly figure looking in the blackness. If it was possible, it felt like the warmth in my body grew colder, and I turned pale in color. This is some scary shit right here. The person moves suddenly, and I'm met with ice blue orbs, a tanned-chiseled torso,and golden locks more vibrant than any sandy beach, or scorching desert in comparison. That...is indeed  a whole lotta pillarman....Wammu, manipulator of wind.

   With great authority in his tone, his voice booms breaking the deafening silence from before. "Who dares to disturb the privacy of my masters!?!" I shudder at his intimidating tone. From the right corner of my eye, I spot movement. A window with pale moonlight casts its light upon the ground and illuminates another huge figure moving forward from the shadows. As he takes slow paces to me my heartbeat quickens. I recognize him immediately. It was Santana, Kars's other underling ...except he would rank below Wammu. His eyes pierced through my soul. I gulp as he begins to say something. "You heard him female, now speak." His voice was deep, cold, and calculating. I open my quivering mouth trying to put on a brave act only for it to falter when I stutter out my reply. "Uh..I-I...I'm here to help your cause. T-to join y-you. Please I only ask for you to spare me in return to serve you and your masters." I place one hand on the floor as I rise to a kneeling position. My other arm forms a fist to place on my heart out of respect. Not daring to make eye contact with either male.  If I am to play the prisoner role, I must be lower than both Wammu and Santana in rank. With his piercing gaze and stoic expression, Santana swings a hidden blade to my neck. I flinch and yelp at the swift attack. The blade pierced through my skin, just above my jugular. I wince in pain as it draws fresh blood. He withdrew his blade and looked at me in boredom. It was quickly replaced with disbelief as he looked closely at the injury. It was healing rapidly. The  cold blood that ran out, drying on my cool skin. Wammu raises his brow in confusion and says, " Impossible, your wound healed itself....this can only mean..." "She is one of us.."  My heart beats faster than before. Can what he said really be true? Am I now a pillarwoman !?!?  "Holy shit.."

A/N: This chapter may look a lil short, sorry.  QwQ