"Evan? Sweetie, are you there?"

I look around in this pitch black place. There is no light at all, no signs of any living being with the exception of me. But that voice, I'm just too familiar with it. But, it cannot be the one that I always heard it when I was a kid . . .

"Mom? Is that really you?" I yell admist the darkness, feeling the warm tears welling up on the corners of my eyes. I walk forward, but unsure to where I am heading. I'm just lost in this goddamn place, but the angelic voice keeps on calling me.

"Stay awake, my little owl! Please!"

"Mom? Where are you?!" I start to panic, searching around while running to---I don't know where. But my mother's voice, it's been years she has gone out of my life. I really do miss her, I mean, 10 years . . . 10 freaking years since she had left the world, and be in another place. And I pray everyday that she's alright up there, watching and protecting me as if she's my guardian angel.

At least, she's in a better place. And her sufferings finally stopped. But this doesn't stop my suffering, which sucks.

I look around, and notice a small white dot shining feets away from me. At this point, I realize something; it's a light of hope. I smile in the darkness, my tears finally stop falling, as I wipe some of them off, running towards the light.

"I'm coming!" I yell out loud, speeding up my pace towards it.

•°•°•°•

I can't remember when the last time I had a horrible headache, because the moment I wake up, my head is just so groggy and my visions are still a bit blurry from whatever the hell happened to me earlier on.

I look around, and find myself to be sat up on a tattered mattress on the boring gray cement floor. Not only that, my wrists, ankles, and even my neck are chained with some heavy chains, coloured in black.

I struggle to let myself free, the rattling of the chains is already irritating my ears. I still have my clothes on, though not my shoes and socks. And my schoolbag is left at one corner of this beige-coloured room. Kind to think of it, this room is giving me the creeps.

The walls look like they're about to be torn down, and graffiti writings were sprayed on the walls with foul words like "fucktard" and "begone twats". Ugh, truly disgusting. Some dead weeds had grown along some to some cracked parts of the walls, the vines and roots entering in, giving an uneasy atmosphere.

The room nearly looks like a prison cell, or even a torture place, because of the different kind of knives and some surgical instruments are placed inside two silver trays of the same size on a surgery table. The surgery table, well, it looks like it's been cleaned like a few minutes ago, since I can smell some bleach or some sort of chemical coming from it. Hopefully I didn't get here and got myself to become an experiment to some mad scientists to become hybrids, or injected with chemicals to become a superhuman. But if that happens, honestly, that would've been cool---except the hybrid part.

"So, my little Evy is awake . . . "

I hear an accented voice cooing out at me, which sends chills down my spine, and I hate it.

"Who's there? Where am I? What are you gonna do to me?!" I scream at the top of my lungs, fear running around inside my head with unimaginable thoughts of the person---or whatever it is---that is going to do to me. If it's about losing my virginity and getting my butt wrecked with a stranger, then God please help me out of this nightmare.

"No need to struggle there, princess. Just relax, and let me lower your stress . . . "

"Just show up, you motherfucker!" I shout with anger. I can feel my heart beating like crazy inside my ribcage.

"Is that how you act in front of your saviour? How fuckin' rude, laddie . . . " And that voice just starts bursting into laughter. Great, more chills. Just what I need.

"Come out, you fuck!" I struggle again but try harder to get out from these chains. But it seems that they are chained to me pretty tight, and there is no lock to pick on.

"Me? A 'fuck'? What? Oh, I get it. You want me to fuck you, right, my boy?"

"Just shut the hell up!" Tears already filling up my eyes, I really need to get out of here, and fast!

"Mmm, the smell of your rushing blood---so good, so fresh, so tasty. Just wish I could eat you up, but you're just too innocent and precious to be eaten up alive . . . "

"Stop messing around with me!" I feel attacked right now. First, he called me by my nickname, 'Evy', which I hate a lot. Secondly, he called me 'princess', and I'm a dude. Thirdly, he wanted to have a sexual intercourse with me, and he sounds as if he knows that I'm a virgin. And after that, he thinks I am 'too precious and innocent'? What the hell was he supposed to mean?

"Just show yourself, you coward!" I say it daringly, even if I am scared to death by what's to come. Since I am too busy struggling myself to get out from the chains, I feel a presence standing next to the mattress, as if I feel it towering over me, looking down with a smirk on its face---if it has one.

My violent efforts to get free out of these chains come to a halt, as I inhale and exhale to a moderate speed, slowly looking up on my right to see a tall figure, as I check on him from head to toe---heavily built, horns and ears (I think?) are on top of his perfectly-combed dirty blonde hair, a pair of wings sprout from the back, a tail that looks like glittery dark blue smoke, odd-looking clawed toes, clawed hands, and the most notable thing about him, his putrid smell of rotten flesh.

But those eyes, they are something. And his appearance, they all look so familiar. Even his accent, which sounds like he's either Irish or a person from any country somewhere from the Europe continent, is recognizable to me. It's like I'm having a déjà vu. I've seen this stranger somewhere, but where and when?

"Hello, princess Evan. Did you miss our time spending together every night when you were just a wee scaredy child?"

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Well, here's chapter 2 for ya! 😃

*in Nogla's voice* Hope ye enjoy! 😉

What happens to Evan next? Hmm... We'll see about that! 😆