Thread: Fate That Binds (Black Hand & darkangel76)

Amaya had no idea as to how long shed remained unconscious. Minutes, hours days? The fact that shed been moved from the courtyard of the floating fortress suggested a couple of hours, at the very least. Sitting upright, her head pounding, she glanced about herself wondering where exactly shed been taken to. It didnt look like any sort of prison or holding cell. This was different. It was odd. Where am I? Amaya whispered mostly to herself, though a small part of her hoped that somehow someone could answer her. Of course, she knew that was silly, but given her circumstances, it made her feel better to hold onto that tiny piece of hope. The room she was in was Spartan, nearly bare. Though there were a few ornate touches here and there indicating that someone of wealth presided over this facility? Yes, it seemed like she was located in a special wing of sorts. Was she still on the fortress? Was she elsewhere? She supposed it didnt matter. In the end, shed be questioned, interrogated. Maybe even worse. The thought of worse made Amaya shiver. Cmere you harlot, bitch! came the gravelly voice. Amayas almond eyes went wide as the large man loomed over her. She was trapped. Nothing but a brick wall to her back and sides while this man barred the only way in or out of the small alley way shed walked along. Oh how stupid she felt for believing this man to be an honest peddler! No, please, Amaya pleaded, her voice full of desperation. Fear. The large man only laughed, the sound of it grating to Amayas ears. Her skin began to crawl as realization of her situation began to sink in. She was trapped and no one was going to help her. Even if someone heard her cries her eyes, her hair Theyd turn a blind eye. Walk away. Pretend nothing was happening right there under their noses. At that, she began to tremble, her hands shaking terribly. She knew that no amount of begging would get her anywhere. She was Korean. This man was British. Class and position hardly mattered when you didnt look like everyone else around you. The blonde girl had taught Amaya that Amaya stood up and walked over to the door on the far side of the room. Peering out the window she could see a corridor of sorts. It was dark, making it difficult to see anything in detail. But it was clear that she was in a place cordoned off for the unwanted, the troubled. Wrapping her arms about her aching body, she felt a shiver run along her spine. As she began to rub her arms for warmth she could feel the sting on her cheeks. That guard had bruised her, roughed her up. If shed had a looking glass, no doubt shed see black and blue marks all over her face. It made her sigh heavily at the thought. Shed been silly to move ahead with this plan, without the proper support and back up shed needed. Her haste and anger made her act impulsively and now she was reaping the seeds she had sown. Just then, a tear ran down Amayas cheek. Drat it all, she grumbled as she furiously wiped it away. Walking back to another corner, Amaya curled up and sat down on the floor. Burying her bruised face against her knees she waited for a fate she was certain would be worse than death.