Woke up surrounded by stone walls as it was screaming prison cell from every angle. I looked down and noticed all the bandages on my upper body. Well, the pain is there, which means I am alive.
I got up from the floor in what felt like ages to get up on my feet, and I wobbled my way to the bars in the cell. Tried to shake the bars, of course, they didn't budge. There was a little light in both cells, but it didn't look like anyone was in the cell on the other side. Considering I was a wanted man, maybe they don't want anyone to know that I am in prison when the hot, awesome Milf of Queen just plastered my face all over the universe. Hm, I wonder if any angels in heaven are like, 'Oh my...he is so hot, I should fly down and rescue him and then spend several nights with him in a Turkish bath so he can scrub my wings.'
Hm, I am escalating again. Something that looked like a tail suddenly appeared in the area with light on the other cell and disappeared as quickly. It was a small tail, with black colour at the end, hm...
"Is someone there?"
There was no response. Am I maybe imagining?
A door opened up from a distance, and I could hear the footsteps of several high heels walking through the corridor. Counting the steps, it's a pretty long walk to my cell. They showed up several women with Veronica and The Queen in the front.
"You were asleep for two days, but we need to put the spell on you; they do not want to wait anymore."
Two Witches opened the door, with one of them holding handcuffs with a chain. They hurried and put it on my wrists. A person covered in a cloak entered the cell and took it off, a girl with tattoos everywhere over her weirdly skimpy outfit.
"What the fuck is this. Have we suddenly gone to PG-13? She doesn't look a day over 13."
She stared up at me with an angry look.
"I am 22 years old, I only look young because I am the best."
Talk about self-confidence.
"Yeeeaaahhh...NO! You are not 22; I am 23, and you are almost two heads shorter than me, and you look like you are on the verge of breaking at any moment. You should go and play with PG instead, because PG-13 is way out of your league."
She took out a knife from her back and started to chant something weird, and I backed away two steps when a young girl looking my age walked into the cell, staring down at the floor like she was refusing to look me in the face. The little girl, or whatever her age was, started to walk around the girl when she grabbed her right hand and made a cut on her palm with a whimper coming out of her. Pfft! Pussies can't handle anything. Look at my injuries, that shit is like nothing. The girl then moved towards me, still chanting, walked around me, and then grabbed my hand, making sure I got a deep cut on my palm. What in the flying fuck, why does the girl get a lighter cut than me?
I couldn't clench my hand into a fist as it was bleeding a lot. The girl only had drops coming from her palm, my hand looked like cry me a river with stable blood like tap water running in a small amount. She grabbed both our hands with only centimeters from each other as the little one had her eyes shut and kept rambling the chant. Suddenly, she stopped, looked down at our hands, and pushed them together in a handshake.
"Kanta!" She uttered
My left chest suddenly was in immense pain, as if I was going to die. I fell on my knee as I saw the girl also fall on her knees, as black smoke covered both our hands, and something happened to her as her eyes closed, and I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her towards me. She had passed out from the pain. She was resting her head on my shoulder while I tried to balance her so she would not fall on the ground. It surprised me that she was actually beautiful when I looked at her. Someone grabbed her away from me, and I went into a foster position as I got a lot of hits on my body.
"NOBODY TOUCHES THE PRINCESS, ESPECIALLY A MURDERER!" Several women kept screaming and kicking at me while I just tried to cover the most fatal areas, then Veronica screamed:
"ENOUGH! His heart got just chained to the princess, and if you keep beating him, he will die."
The hits stopped, and I glanced between my hands. All of them walked out of the cell and closed it. Veronica threw a pack of bandages and the key at me.
"Use the bandage to stop the bleeding, and the key is to the handcuffs." She said, and all of them walked away. My bandages on my chest and stomach were covered in blood after the hits, which felt quite useless.
"You, quiet! No escape from prison, Homan!" A dark voice uttered from the cell on the other side.
I knew it, I was not imagining anything. The tail, is it a monster on the other side? I crawled on the floor and leaned towards the wall.
"What are you in for?"
It didn't respond.
"Fine, what are you? Demon...Angel?"
"No!" it responded.
I was exhausted and had no energy to interact with the monster in the other cell anymore. Am I losing blood again from my injuries?