Lace

19.

The floor was cold, an inconvenience after having the luxury of a bed the past few months. I was cold. Cold enough to cause the rise of Goosebumps to litter my skin.

At first my mind was foggy; I could barely recognise the foul smell of blood and lost hope that lingered through the air to even begin to recognise the steel bars that surrounded me. It was like an out of body experience.

The whole time I could feel everything, but not form a rational thought to do something about it. I heard a loud rip, not realising that it was the sound of my dress being torn in half. But I felt nothing no anger, revolt, embarrassment or even sickness. I was numb, a doll for their disposal. I could think of all the unspeakable things that would happen (that have happened in the past) but there was nothing I could do about it.

"she's clean." A feminine voice spoke with a slurry voice.

"Then get your hands off her." The person talking now sounded clearer, and rather familiar.

On reflex I hoped it was Erebus but deep inside I knew that it was not. This voice had a bit of an accent, maybe it was one of Ereubus's men? Or a stranger that I've met in the past.

After a while I could feel my sensations coming back to me but I was smarter to just act on it. I waited, long enough to confirm silence in the room then slowly opened my eyes, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light.

"aah, you're awake. "the familiar voice from before said with a jovial voice. I looked towards the source of the voice, at a man dressed in black jeans and a white dress shirt with red hair and blue eyes that stood out on his freckled face.

The man from last night. Tim? Ted? No no, Tod. The same one who claimed to have Erebus.

"where's Erebus?" I barely recognised my gruff voice and tried to ignore the pain coming from my parched throat.

"that depends on who you are to him..." he got up from his chair placed at the corner of the room, outside the bars and tucked in his phone into has pants pocket. Up-close he looked more gruff and tired than he did at the party. He seemed more unkept and rugged. I looked at him with eyes that said more than any words could, and he understood what I meant.

"Who are you to the beast?" he rose a brow, "some whore for the night? Is that what you do now that your precious little Riley has gone? We could have offered you the same... arrangements." His smile was taunting. If not for my lack of energy, I would have charged forward, making him regret those words and show him who I am to Erebus. Ill show him what Erebus has made me. But instead I was a pile of flesh and blood laying limp on the floor shooting daggers with my eyes. "If you are just his little whore, then he probably doesn't even notice that you've gone. But you see Lacey, I don't think that you're just some whore. So that's why I think we should have a little fun."

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