The Room

Another woman with horns entered the room, breaking up the tension.

"The Commander and Lord Tinez, as well as Lady Miyuki from the Neiva fortress. Have arrived, Sister Fin." The woman said looking at the floor.

Excusing herself Fin left the room. It took a couple of minute until two demons entered in full identical body armor entered. Silas stomach turned.

"Come with us." Said one. Ila couldn't tell which one was talking the armor didn't move.

Feeling that there was no choice, Ila said. "Okay, but I don't think I can walk."

Once she said that one of the armored escorts grabbed her out of the bed and placed her on her feet. The second he let go Ila lost her balance and her legs gave out , her vision blurred once again. In trying to catch her fall she slashed her right arm on the edge of the bed. It was humiliating the two men watched waiting for her to get up. Each time she tried to get you her balance betrayed her. The two men became impatient. The two grabbed her by the arms and carries her out her out, shoulder to shoulder.

Outside the room the realization of that it was in fact a cell. Her though of it being a dungeon was in fact right. This was not what a temple or at least in Ila's mind would look like. With the curtains hiding the bars from the prisoners view. There where lots if cells that looks like hers from the out side. Some of the curtains were pushed back or removed. So they could watch the prisoners. Some where in chains others in the beds they seemed to be injured.

Blood rolled down her arm making little splats on the wet ground. The cut was deep. The two escorts where much taller then her so she wasn't being dragged in the mud beneath her. The hallway was long, they were no longer passing other cells but clay walls. They where going further underground. The path way became narrower. Torches lit the way in the dark tunnel.

They weren't at the end of the hallway when the two escorts had stopped at an armored door. Suddenly they both let go of Ila as she fell into the mud. It took both of them to open the door. The two men grunted as they tried to get the heavy door open.

It was like watching Sisyphus trying to push the boulder up the hill. Each time they got it a bit open it's slammed right back into them. the door squealed open.

Now that the door was finally open one stood keeping the door open and the other helped Ila in side if the room. The room was pitch black, but Ila could see in the dark. The room was filled with medieval and foreign torture equipment. It seemed familiar to her. She had see this stuff in movies and read about them in books but, it was like she had been in this type of room before. It wasn't a exact feeling of deja vu. But it was definitely familiar to her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her heart raced. Her whole body tensed up as she was carried into the room. One of the men brought her to a chair in the middle of the room and strapped her in. The restraints were heavy and keeps her uncomfortably upright. Her wings painfully pinned against the chair and her. One of the restraint when tightly around her neck. Tears formed in her eyes and she began to shake, but she attempted to be strong and fight urges. It would be best not to show any emotions while in this room. The two men left and slammed the door behind them leaving Ila alone in the cold dark room.

Ila knew she was alone but felt as if she was being watched.

Seconds felt like hours.

Ila felt a bit grateful for the gash in her arm. It was something to focus on other then the horrors around the room. Trying to heal it only resulted in in the cufflet giving her a shock. The cufflet once again had a small yellow magic circle on it that illuminated a small part of the room. Giving a better view of where she was sitting. Because of the neck restraint she was only able to move her eyes. The restraints had similar symbols as the cufflet around her left wrist.

Once again she was alone with her thoughts, her past life seems more and more like a dream. Had it ready happened? She had started wondered. She couldn't remember her mother's name or if she even had one. It felt real but also made up and so many details of it seemed black and white. She didn't have any problem remembering it before when she had first woken up but that could be because it was a dream. Ending with the car. What was a car? She knew the word but not the image that when with it. She remembered parties but not the faces of the attendance. She knew all these words but not what they where. The day when she woke up in the hydrangeas she could have told you each detail about these words, but now nothing.

She missed the field of hydrangeas where she had first woken up. It was comfortable there and felt safe there she remembered the smell and the softness of the petals. The cufflet suddenly shocked her again but this time harder. Why was it doing that she hadn't tried anything. Tears rolled down her eyes. She could no longer hold them in.

Now the seconds that felt like hours now felt like days. While in fact it had only be about twenty minutes.

The door screeched as it opened. Ila had her back to it so she couldn't see who was entering. She tried to stop the tears before they could see.