The Tainted Luna

My head was beating and my bladder was full. I moved my jaw and felt my mouth was dry like sandpaper, as I moved I felt cement and coarseness push into my face. I attempted to move over yet I was not able to because my options were limited. I look up to find my hands chained over my head. 'Help!' I attempted to shout however nothing turned out. Wherever I was, it was dull, however, I could simply make out a dim figure hunching down a couple of meters from me, watching me.

I attempted to speak once again but words fail to fall from my mouth. Confusion starts to seep into my brain as I pull against my restraint. It wasn't long before my confusion turned into complete fear. My capturer only watch in complete silence; which only frightened me more. I stop pulling against the chain looking to the figure with deep jagged breath.

"Wh...whats going...on?" I manage to strangle out when no memories could surface my brain.

The person stood silent for a long time before slowly standing to his feet. I watch his every movement as he step out into the dim light. I couldn't stop the breathtaking gasp that over took me at the sight of the strange man. He had tousled dim dark colored hair, which was thick and glossy. His eyes were an entrancing profound sea of blues, specks of gleaming light that performed productions against his pale skin. His face was solid and characterized, his cheekbones formed from precious rock. He had dull eyebrows, which slanted downwards in a serious expression.

"You don't remember," he question in a gravel voice.

I quickly shook my head pulling at my restraints once again. His chilling eyes leave me for a second while he tilt his head in thought. My breath hitch in anticipation when his eyes land back on me. In one swift step he stood over me gripping the chains that held me captive; and tore it in half without breaking a sweat.

"Well, let's keep it that way then," he simrks before pulling me to my feet.