The Man

"What's your name?" he grabs my jaw and lifts it up.

"It's.....it's Wren..." I say nervously.

The group behind me snickers. "W-w-wren." One of them mocks.

The guy, who seemed to be in charge shoots them a glare, and then looks back at me.

"Well Wren, how about you go to the pole and let me hook you up, without a fight of course, and I'll tell you my name."

He gives me a small smile, a smile that made me want to trust him, and I nod. "Okay."

I get to my feet and he guides me to the pole, fastening my hands to either side. "You can call me Apollo." he whispers in my ear

From the shows and movies I had seen, getting whipped hurt liked hell, even for the toughest of the tough. I squeeze my eyes shut yet again and wait for a blow. When it doesn't come, I open my eyes and crane my neck to see what was going on.

Everyone was looking towards a door I hadn't noticed before. Waiting for something...or someone.

"Um..." I say, my voice trembling. "Whats going on?"

No answer. I frown and pull at my restraints. My brother would notice that I was gone, wouldn't he? He would tell Mom and people would find him.

The door opens and a tall man steps out. He had jet black hair and was skinny and pale. He looked mean. And scary.

He walks over to Luna after a hushed conversation with Apollo, before walking towards me.

"Hello little one." He says when he stops next to me. "Hi...." I answer back.

A sense of dread fills my body. The vibe this man gave off, was not a good one. It...felt...evil....