Samantha Carman “Scarlet”

Scarlet

by Samantha Carman

The last thing Scarlet remembered was drinking a thick honey colored liquid from a silver goblet. She woke with stiff limbs, a killer headache, and chains around her ankles and wrists. “What the fuck is going on?” She yelled. Somehow I always manage to get myself into these situations. “Damn Fairies, you can never trust them”. She looked around the prison she was now stuck in. It looked like some kind of cave, dark and cold. There was a torch lit somewhere beyond her cell. “How nice of them, the bastards” she muttered under her breath. She paced around her cell trying to find a way out. Footsteps came from down the hall getting louder and closer. Startled, Scarlet put on her best helpless face and waited for her captors to come. Two hooded men appeared and unlocked the doors that kept her prisoner. “Who are you?” she demanded. There was no response. “Maybe you didn’t hear me, I said who the fuck are you.” Still no answer, they silently led her from the cell and down a long dimly lit corridor. They quickly stopped in front of a huge wooden door covered in ancient markings. The shorter man moved forward and opened the door; the other man shoved her through knocking her to the floor. Being bound by her chains she was unable to stand herself up, she looked around. She now lay sprawling on a cool marble floor flanked by two large pillars. Down a few steps the marble continued and surrounded a small pool, the night sky stretched out above her. The air was warm on her skin and filled with the scent of night blooming flowers. A movement in the distance caught her eye and she turned. Her breath caught in her lungs, she couldn’t believe what she saw. There he was in all his glory, the man who had haunted her dreams for weeks and left her starving for his touch.