lovleylust

Rosoline's eyes fluttered open as she awoke from what she believed was a slumber. Still groggy, she stretched and sat up. "What a horrid dream…" she thought. "…At least it was just…wha?". She looked . around, realizing she was not in her own bed, not in her own room. She was not home. "H-hello? Anyone there?" she called out. She looked around. The room she was in was small, and bare. The walls were a dirty gray, stained with dirt and a variety of unknown substances, as was the floor. She got up, her bare feet touched the cold concrete, and she shivered. She tried to walk to the door, moving slowly, weakly. But she did not make

All she could do was stare. Stare at the bloody mess, the bodiless head of her closest friend, and him. The murderer.  He who she trusted to keep them safe.  They were nothing but tools for his sick enjoyment. But all she could do was stare. "Carolin…" she whispered, under her breath, holding back her tears. She would not give in, wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She would not be weak for him.  Smirking, he turned to her "Now there isn't anyone or anything in this world that can keep you from me." Obviously finding amusement in her horrified expression he chuckled "What a noble friend you have, she risked her life to protect you from