(Synn)<br/><br/>Her head snapped towards the devilish drone of the man's voice. It was him, the one that...bought her? She shut her eyes but for a moment, recalling the disbelief of the stage and the resonant hisses and snarls spitting out bids in a foreign tongue. The image created an electric shudder that shot up her spine causing her to twitch slightly. She backed up slowly and cautiously until her back hit the corner of the room, melting into the shadows as he approached with no sound of footsteps as if he floated across the floor like a menacing apparition.<br/><br/>She hesitated as her toes curled over the bottom of the blanket and drew it in as if it was a shield of protection. She shook her head 'no' as she couldn't formulate the words when she parted her cherry blossom pink lips.<br/><br/>She gazed at him as moonbeams fell upon his seemingly enormous and dominating stature, yet she didn't look directly into those eyes devoid of any life for they frightened her. She pondered what he meant by 'Welcome to Hell.' Hell? Hell was a religious fairy tale to keep the so-called faithful in check. She didn't believe in such nonsense, and yet, she felt that he spoke the truth. Another thought raced through her mind, ‘was she dead? If she’s deceased, then how did she pass away and why would she end up in a dominion such as Hell?<br/><br/>There was a small eloquently engraved wooden nightstand to her left. She glanced down to see if anything was on it. There draped in darkness was a quill, ink, and parchment of unknown material. She wrapped her fingers around the quill gradually, her index finger noting that the tip was rather sharp. She drew it underneath the blanket as her eyes returned to him, still, she would not look him in the eye.<br/><br/>She realized that she was holding her breath as she took the feather and she was beginning to become light headed again. It was as if his very presence was an intoxication. She drew in a deep breath and held her right hand against her racing heart, closing her eyes for but a moment behind her long thick lashes, praying that when she opened them again, this would have all been a dream.