You didn't know where you were. The lights were dimmed and you were strapped to a chair with leather straps, unable to move any part of your body.

Your legs and arms donned with bruises and cuts and you knew if Sylus saw these he would flip and throw hands.

You looked around the room to try and get your bearings whenever you heard two sets of footsteps coming down a set of steps into the basement where you were being held and two male voices could be heard.

“Looks like our little captive is awake, Sylus is going to love seeing you like this, all beaten up, cut and bruised like a boxer after a fight.”

One of the men held your chin up to look at him and he smirked under the mask he was wearing and you could only see his hazel eyes as they were the only things that could be seen.

As for the other man, he came up behind you and put some cloth around your mouth, gagging you do you couldn’t scream for help as he leant over and whispered in your ear.

“Hush darling, just be quiet, we can’t have you screaming.”

You suddenly heard screams coming from outside the door and you flinched, not knowing what was going on until the door was blasted open and there was Sylus, out of breath and he looked at you.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again, understood?”

He looked at you with both concern and anger, before he turned to the two guys that had took you captive, ready to go in for the kill.