ooc: I dunno...
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Sabina was thrown into a room that - in all aspects - was a prison cell. There was only one diffrence: the window was open, yet was bricked in. Sabina sighed.
One of the gaurds said, "I'll be waiting outside the door. Mr Cray will be in the dining room in twenty minutes, and requests you join him for a spot of dinner. Wear the dress in the closet." He left, but Sabina could hear him outside the door.
Sabina swore angrily as she wrenched open the closet. Inside it was a dress that, when Sabina held it up to herself, came halfway down her calves. She slipped it on. It was light blue, and it wasn't ugly. In fact, Sabina liked it.
She noticed a pair of silver ballet flats on the floor of the closet and slipped them on. They were a bit small, but fit OK. She walked to the door and said through the crack, "I'm ready."
The door opened and the gaurd escorted her down the stairs into the dining room. It was large, with a roaring fire and - instead of a table - a couch and coffee table. Opposite the couch on the other side of the table was a stiff, wooden chair. Sabina was shoved into it as Cray came into the room.
"Miss Pleasure," he said. He sat on the couch. Sabina could tell that Cray's gaurd had lied and they wouldn't be having dinner.
Sabina didn't make any aknowledgments except a scowl.
"Now..." said Cray, smiling evily. "Let me tell you something. You and your boyfriend Alex Rider killed my brother, Damian. You tore him to shreds. I want revenge. So, when your boyfriend hears that you've been kidnapped, he's going to come running to save you. And I'll kill you both."
Cray leaned forward. "You're looking very pretty tonight, Pleasure." He stroked her cheek. She pushed his arm away, and he slapped her across the face. Cheek still stinging, Sabina stayed put. She was not going to cower.
"Up to bed, I think," said Cray. "I'll see if your boyfriend will come."