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of us in a row. Dangling our bare feet from the dirt floor, we are naked as a sheared sheep from its wool.  
    Left alone with panic stricken souls I stare directly across from us to another identical cell. “Look....” I nod my head toward the cells, “It looks like they are grouping us somehow, by the color of our hair.” Double checking myself, I recline my head back to see that both the girls I’m imprisoned with have dark hair. Motioning with my bare foot, “That cell holds six with red hair and that one over there has five with blonde hair.”
    The girl on my right begins crying with anguish, “I don’t care. I don’t care how they group us. Don’t you get it! They are cannibals and they are going to kill us!”
    I allow my head to droop back and sigh with frustration, collecting my mixed emotions I peer over to her. “Cannibals eat their own kind.” She snaps her head up and glares over to me.
    “I don’t fucking care, I don’t have anything left to live for anyway. I want to die... I want it fucking over with already!” Twisting in her leather restraints, she struggles violently for a moment and then drops her weary head forward helplessly. I close my eyes feeling like we are slabs of meat hanging in a meat locker, waiting for the butcher to come.
    “I’ll do whatever they want, no matter how disgusting it is.” The declaring voice comes from the other dark haired girl hanging on my left; slowly I open my eyes to look over at her. “Seriously, I will.”
    I quietly nod my head believing her, why would I not. Desperate times, means desperate measures for people to take. The rustic door to our cell clangs open and a male guard steps in unhooking the girl on my right and instantly she starts begging for mercy. She refuses to stand, so he flips her over his shoulder and strides away. Her beseeching drifts eerily down the corridor until we can’t hear her any longer.
    Shortly after another burly guard enters our cell removing the girl on my left, her exit wasn’t as intense, but none the less disparaging. One by on e the number of women diminishes, leaving only a handful. The sound of their shedding tears rebound thoughtlessly through the catacombs, with my head languished forward I hear the cell unlock.
    A leviathan male emerges, and not like any of the cell guards before . He steps inside and his form reminds me of the warriors, but without the mortifying armor and weaponry. Relieved of his bloodcurdling, horrid helmet I can see his face now. Ashen green eyes scan over me. Absorbing everything I can, I note he looks surreally human just as the guards do, but a distinct pure gold dust covers his body and his left arm carries the same golden bands, except his arm adorns four, and the perplexing symbols displaying across his chest are different.
    His hair is as white as a dove, flowing like silk down to his broad shoulders. As he vigilantly moves around me, my mind shuffles through chaotic thoughts, and I begin to wonder, if he is one of the livid warriors then why wasn’t his haunting eyes, raging red?
    I feel his hands run along my back, as his feather-like touch soars up my spine. My pulse quivers in an untamed rush, as he idly steps in front of me with consideration.  He grips my chin, forcing me to turn to my left and then facing to the right. Surly he releases his grip and swoops a hand down to my stomach slithering his way up to my breasts. Before he reaches his intention, I yank myself up using the hook as my anchor and swing my legs out driving him backwards. Catching him off guard, my question earlier is resolved. The once ashen eyes swirl with blood red resentment.
    In an eye-blinding strike, quick as a snake, he lashes out and whips his hand around my leg. Coiling his deadly arm around my entire thigh, a frightening image slams to mind, he’ll snap my leg in two. Bearing down on the hook again, I contort my body whirling my other leg out laying siege to his face. Kicking and pounding