chapter 1 :)

      Davani woke up late saturday night with a burning pain throughout her throat. She slowly opened her bright green eyes and looked around a very dark, musky room. Her head was spinning, and her body ached all over. She found that she could move but every movement, even the smallest wiggle from her fingers hurt. She groaned as she slowly sat up and looed around the room. Davanis sight had changed, she knew it. She was in a dark room, but where at she didnt know. Everything had an odd yellowgreen tint. 'what the hell?' she thought. She thought about going home, but one problem..she hadnt the slightest idea of where home was, or who she was for that matter. The only idea of who she was, was that her name was Davani and something was very off and diffrent about her. deep down in her gut she knew she had to get out of this place, and fast.

      She finnally got herself to the edge of the strange bed she woke up on. The floor was ice cold against her bare feet. She was standing up when she noticed a lite hallway in the far left corner. She decided that would be her only way to escape. Halfway to the hallway something caught her eyes, it was a mirror; a full lenght mirror. Reluctantly she faced it, scared of what she would see. It was difficult for Davani to see her reflection, partly because the mirror was filthy and that yellowgreen tint she saw wasnt helping either. She wiped off some of the dust and determined that this mirror hadnt been used in quite some time.Once she cleaned off the mirror well enough where she could see, she examined her body to check for cuts or bruises, or any damage at all. She saw no damage on her, except she did see one major thing wrong...she was in very little. Shorts and a tank top maybe. No actually, she was in just a bra and boyshorts. So many thoughts raced throughtout her head. Had she been raped? why was she here? where was she? why couldnt she remember who she was? what in the hell was going on? In the midst of her panicing thoughts, light suddenly filled the room and she could finnaly see what was in the room.

      The room was very oddly dated, althought it was almost empty, the furnitue didnt help the mood anymore; the mirror she was standing before, the brass bed she woke up upon, and to make matters much worse, there were shackles hooked to the wall infront of the bed. She tryed her best not to panic more than she already was. She turned back to the mirror. she was infact in her bra and boyshorts, her eyes roamed over her cold body. The first thing she noticed besided her almost nudeness, was a mark on her throat adn dried blood in her dirty blonde hair and over the swell of her right breast. She met her own gaze in the reflection, there was definitly fear in her eyes. she turned around to down the hallway when she noticed a chair beside the brass bed. It was very large and resembled a kings throne, Ignoring the chair, she started twards the hallway again.

      Someone was watching her, she had a gut feeling of it. Looking back at the chair, she let out a sigh. "Is something the matter Davani?" a deep voice out of nowhere spoke up. Davani jumped; practically screamed from fright. Where in the world did he come from? He wasnt there before. The strange man got out of the chair and started twards Davani. She thought again about the hallway. She decided that would be her only way to escape, so she took it. Davani bolted twards the hallway, but with little luck. The strange man was infront of her and threw her agains the wall before she could take three strides. He knocked the wind out of her, and she felt her wrist crack from impact, a painful scream escaped her body. Once she her footing again, she dared to get to the hallway again but she was yet again being flung around the room like a worthless ragdoll. Laying on the cold hard floor where she had landed, she glanced at the man flinging her about the room. He was enjoying this little game. He walked to the wall which held the rusty also probably bloodstained shackles. Davani must have hit her head during impact because she swore he just pulled the shackles from the wall and reattached them above the bed. Davani watched the man in pure fright. She had a pretty good idea of what the twisted man was planning to do. The man started back towards Davani; blood trickled down her cheeck, and her wrist was throbbing in pain. Slowly the man walked to Davani and she decided not to run anymore, it would be pointless. she was done for. By the time he reached her, a door opened that she hadnt noticed before, it must have been hidden. Another strange guy walked in and sat in the chair the other guy was once in. The man standing over Davani looked at the other guy in the chair, he smiled and nodded and grabbed Davanies broken wrist and started dragging her to the bed. Panic began to fill her once more, she wanted with everything in her to fight back and get away but something wouldnt let her even scream or even struggle.

Author's Note

ignore all grammer and spelling errors please :)