Taking control

Alisha and Missy followed the demons down a long, dimly lit corridor, their footsteps muffled by the plush black carpet beneath them. The walls were adorned with grotesque tapestries depicting scenes of battles and conquests, the colors vivid yet dark, as if the fabric itself drank the light.

The demons leading them walked with rigid precision, their armor clanking softly with every step. Despite their intimidating presence, Alisha's sharp glare didn't falter. She kept a firm grip on Missy's hand, her every muscle tense.

"Where are you taking us?" Alisha demanded, her voice cold and unwavering.

One of the demons glanced back, his crimson eyes glinting with annoyance. "You'll know soon enough. Keep moving."

Missy, her face pale and her heart racing, whispered, "Alisha, what do you think they'll do to us?"