McKinley had been playing, her fingers moving across the wooden neck fluidly. Joshua had begged for a private show, one that he often got. She always gave into him too easily, this time she had held her ground longer then most times.

Her bow weaved across the iron cords with skill. Her elbow rose and dipped with the notes. The low sultry ones blended beautifully with the high shrill ones. McKinley’s music always started out with sorrow and sadness. It was where she came from and how she took a liking to music. Like opening Pandora’s box it all just flowed out of her.

“Don’t scream,” she heard a rough voice whisper close to her ear before she was ripped backwards. Her violin fell from her hands and just as she was sure it was going to collide with the ground it floated. Quickly it picked back up where she had left off.

A rough hand covered her mouth as she felt the sting of a cold blade pressed against her throat. Everything screamed in McKinley to fight, thrash, do something, anything but just as it is easy for her to slide her bow across the strings of her violin it would be easy for him to slice her throat.

“Hurry out the door quick,” another voice behind hissed.

With nothing but her lovers shirt on to shield her from the cool outside the wind licked at her bare legs. The small redhead stumbled, trying to keep up with her captor. Wait, be smart. McKinley thought to herself, she allowed herself to be taken farther and farther from her home, her sanctuary.

“The portal, the portal! We are far enough into the woods. Do it now!” The man that held the knife firmly to her throat whispered fiercely.

In Front of McKinley’s bright eyes it was as if the universe was ripped open. The silhouette of the trees were replaced with a dimly lit room. Panic grasped hold of her heart as she realized this was her moment to get away. With all the force she could muster the petite redhead picked up her foot and slammed her heel down on to her assailant. In that same moment she thrusted her head back cracking it against the man’s nose.

She felt the cold metal dig into her flesh slightly, she yelped feeling the warm stickiness of her own blood. Kinley pushed herself as far away from the man as she could before trying to run.

One, two, three, four!

The redhead counted the steps as she took them. Just as Hope crept into her it was snatch away as she wrenched back by her hair. She yelled out in pain and shock as she was thrown like a rag doll through the portal. Her frail form collided with the cold cobblestone floor with a thud.

McKinley groaned, rolling herself away from the portal as she tried to crawl towards the only door she spotted in the poorly lit room. The sound of heavy boots rushing towards her made her panic. “You stupid whore! You broke my nose!”

THWACK!

His boot connected to her stomach. The force behind the kick sent her rolling across the floor until her back met a wall. She choked, trying to force air in and out of her lungs. Hot tears sprang to life down her cheeks, her fingernails dug into the stone floor.

“Enough!” A deep voice boomed, filling the small room.

“She isn’t to be harmed, much.” The disembodied voice said, Kinley could tell by the tone of his voice he was grinning like a mad loone.

A man with a large bushy black beard crouched down into her blurred vision. His large fingers tangled themselves in her fiery mane as he used it to heave her up. Her toes dangled, barely grazing the floor.

“Your lover is going to pay for taking our Thayne, Draconus from us!” His laughter filled the room, taunting her.