Trapped (Chapter Three) So this is how I ended up in this dark, cold hell all alone. My eyes start to close again to try and get some sleep, when the door bangs open, and flies off its hinges with a loud crack. As it hits the wall, it splinters in to a million pieces. I scream at the top of my lungs while curling into a tight, small ball to stop the small pieces of wood from flying at my face. “Grab her” boomed a deep, coarse voice. Footsteps slowly echoed towards me, Crunch, Screech, Crunch, Screech. Each step made me cringe as the sharp rocks scraped across the cold stone floor. Cold hands grabbed me and strong arms hauled me off the ground. “No! Please don’t take me to him!” I cry over and over again, tears welling in my eyes. My teary gaze goes to the door, where the man that told the guy to grab me stands. This man is huge and muscular with a weapon belt slung on his waist. He smiles, and then laughs a deep, spine chilling cackle. “Good luck with that, love. Orders are orders. We live to serve.” The man leaves the door way to make room for the man behind me and myself to come through. Just then, he yells and falls to the ground in front of us with a loud thud. Blood starts pooling around him. “What the……” muttered the guy behind me, as my rescuer showed himself at the door way. My mouth dropped open. It was the guy that I have been seeing in my dreams and drawing in my sketch books. ***