Just A Taste

Chapter 3

        We all know who's mask that is so don't judge. It's the closest thing I could find to what I pictured hers to be.

        Anyway, I'm sorry for my absence. I'm a senior in high school and flooded with homework so I'm posting whenever I can, plus they're cramming college applications down my throat.

        Now, finally a little insight on our female bad-ass, those that have read the first version of this don't ruin the surprise. So, without a further adue, enjoy~.

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        'Damn, what the fuck did they inject me with? I can't feel anything.' She thought to herself. Her entire body felt numb. She concentrated hard and gradually tingles began to spread from the tips of her fingers up to her wrists then her forearms and shoulders. She held back a his of pain as she shifted her arm, but froze at the distinct rattle of chains. 'Did they..? Oh hell no!'

        Her efforts doubled, causing more pain as her senses returned, but she didn't care. Her entire body erupted in pain, feeling as if a thousand needles pushed against her skin with every small twitch. Her arms moved first, shooting forward until the cuffs on her wrist stopped her. Then her legs curled under her body as her torso shook. Lastly, her eyes flew wide open and a scream tore through her lips before she could stop it. Her labored breaths filled the room and she surveyed every last corner with her eyes.

        She was in a dark cell, a musky scent permeated the air, one she was very accustomed to, the scent of being deep in a cave. A row of thick-iron bars separated her from the hallway, one un-lit torch sat by an empty chair that was most likely where a guard or interrogator sat. Tilting her head back, she could see her hands were changed to separate places on the wall and only given enough slack to reach maybe a foot in front of her. Her cloak was gone, but her clothes, much to her relief, and  mask were still on. 'I guess that sealing spell hasn't worn off yet. Hooray for small favors.. I can feel it weakening though. How did that spell go again?'

        Her train of thought was broken by the sound of a door opening and slamming closed. She pulled her feet under her and used the wall for support to lift herself up into a standing position, not wanting to show weakness. A very tall man with orange hair sat in the chair before her, leaving the torch dead above them. "I see you're awake. You're up much earlier than I expected." His voice was cold and his posture showed he was a leader. "Tell me your name."

        "No," was her reply.

        "No? You're not exactly in a position to be defiant." He glared at her with purple eyes ringed in black. Was he trying to intimidate her? That's almost laughable!

        "I don't care. My answer is still no." Her voice was calm and collected.

        "You will answer me!"

        "No, how about you answer me. Where am I?" The man's eyes widen slightly, an amount so small most wouldn't notice. Weren't expecting that were you?

        "I'm the one asking questions here, not you! Who are you and why did you attack my men?!" His voice rose in volume and anger.

        "Oh, got a little temper there," she teased him. "To answer your second question, your men trespassed in my cave. They tried to take my gold so I gave them a choice: leave or die. They chose to fight and they injected me with whatever the fuck that medicine was and now I'm here. Now, if you'll be so kind as to tell me, where am I?" She spoke calmly with an almost bored tone as if they were speaking of the weather.