He was captured here for a few weeks, helpless and waiting to be spoken to. A woman with red eyes walked
around the corner slowly. 'D-Dont kill me..' He told her, standing up off his bench. 'What would the point of that be?' She asked him in a soft, quiet voice.
'You look like a demon.' He told her, Running towards the door. 'I am. But we live on the surface.' She said, Her eyes lighting up the dark room. She blocked the door and pushed him onto the bench. 'I don't want to hurt you, but it was my orders..' She said, pulling a shiny red apple from her cloak.
He gulped.
'Do you have to?' He asked desperately.
'I wont, but they want me to.' She whispered to him closely. 'Who is They? He asked her. She ignored the...