You were laid on what looked like a sacrificial table, shrouded figures in dark robes bent over your body and looked at you, as if they were inspecting you.

Some of them were anxious and some were excited to have someone to look at and study.

Sconces and torches donned the stone walls as the shrouded figures hovered over your body and just stared at you, you couldn’t see their faces so you didn’t know what was going on, whispers could be heard before everything went silent.

The chamber went completely quiet as footsteps could be heard coming closer to where your body was laid. As they stepped infront of the table looking straight at you with a smirk on their face.

“Hello beautiful.” you heard the hooded figure say, this sounded like a young man, as he leant over and brought his black gloved hand to your cheek as he stroked it lovingly.

The figures in shrouded dark hoods were all men, nothing else and all young men in their early 20s to their late 20s.

There were 5 of them; Axel (28), Ryder (25), Oliver (23), Quinn (26) and Jackson (27).

Axel was the leader as he was the oldest, Jackson was his deputy (second in command), Quinn and Oliver were the two who would hang back and let Axel call the shots as he’s the leader to let him decide what to do with the victims they capture.

You were in danger, big danger and you didn’t know what was going to happen to you.