User:Nextoy/Rookchester/2.5

Her eyes fluttered open, pain searing through her as if she was caught in an inferno. As she looked around she could see the room was dark and plain, a prison cell at best. She looked up and saw an odd box on the ceiling. It looked like one of the "intercoms" she read about in a book from the other continent. She could feel that she was still in Hazara Nevasa, but then why would there be technology of that level here? Just as she read in her book, a voice started talking.

"Dear, sweet Guenevere, oh how long I've been waiting for this moment!" The voice told her, a hint of failure in his romantic tone. "I've kept you unbound, so please make yourself as comfortable as these ugly rooms can be." The voice suggested, although the box seemed to muffle it a bit.

"Mind telling me who the hell you are?" Gwen asked, Sitting in a chair she saw.

"I am the one who has came to liberate you from that monster who fooled you into believing he was family!" The voice said, much clearer this time. The door opened and a man walked through. His body was thin compared to most, but the way his clothing fit him made it look athletic. He took the rose from the pocket of his vest and tossed it to her, but was insulted to find that Gwen slapped it away from her. "Why would you do such a thing to your hero?"

"You are no hero. You kidnapped me and hold me here against my will!" Gwen barked.

"Kidnapped? No, my dear. Liberated." The man corrected, picking his rose off of the floor and putting it back in his vest.

"Oh, am I some object to you!? Take me as you will and use me like a tool?"

"You are a person, not a dog. If your going to be a bitch, then I'll treat you accordingly." The man warned her, giving off this arrogant glare. Gwen finally calmed down enough to think, and acted accordingly.

"Okay... fine... what is it you want?" She asked submissively, realizing that her knife was taken off her. There goes my main idea, She thought to herself.

"I want you to realize the shadows that have been casted upon you, and unleash your true beauty!" The man told her, raising his arms as if he were praising the gods.

"And how do you plan to do that, exactly?" Gwen asked skeptically, not actually expecting the answer she was going to be given.

"Simple, my sweet. I'll teach you." The man told her, making her stomach churn a little at the thought of always being with him.

"And how often will you let me out of the play pen?" She asked, using her most condescending tone.

"That's exactly what I"m talking about! A beautiful flower like you shouldn't have to be so dark..." The man told her with honest concern.

"Hey, every rose has its thorns." Gwen reminded, getting sick of his bullshit. "Now when do I get some sunlight so I can grow?"

"In due time, my dear. In due time." At that the man left, closing the door behind him. Gwen realized that the sooner she can get away from him the better, but she would have to figure out how. And that will not be the easy part, not by a long shot.