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He knew he was in big trouble, the minute he figured out it was him they were after and still, he let himself get caught anyway. There was, seriously, no escaping from those guys. They seemed to be everywhere at the same time, leaving no way for save passage. Therefore, it wasn't a big surprise they succeeded eventually and that is, in short, how he ended up where he was right now: in a room he already hated, knowing there was a big chance that the feeling would only get worse. He didn't expect to have a nice chat with those guys, or anything close to that, after they literally dragged him to this place, so that left a lot of bad options open. The blindfold and his tied hands made the situation only more frustrating and every try he spend on getting rid of those annoying chains, ended with some man shouting at him or hitting him with… well, it was kind of hard to know with what, because he still couldn't see a single thing.

One of the people in the room, he assumed the one that shouted at him as well, started to speak, but he couldn't understand a single thing the guys said. He would say that the guy was just gabbling something useless, but within seconds he figured out what the use of the words was. A sudden pain broke into his body, making him gasp for air, while his eyes widened and a scream escaped from his mouth. The pain got even worse with every second that past away, till the moment it felt as if he was about to explode and screaming became impossible, just as every other possible move he could have made in a different situation. It was the worst feeling he ever had and if he had the choice, he would have chosen to die, as long as it would free him from the pain.

Before he took his chance to thank the guy and to, finally, free himself, he felt the chains loosen, untill they were no longer keeping his hands tied together. Someone lifted him up as well, while trying to comfort him with some words. He assumed it was the same guy that saved him, but that didn't make him feel less uncomfortable, than he did. As soon as the guy put him down, he opened his mouth, not being able to keep quiet annpy longer.

"Where am I?" he asked, sounding more irritated, than the other guy probably deserved. "Who were those guys?" His eyes searched for the guy, when they were used to the new darkness, but instead of a person, he saw something different. He couldn't say what it was exactly, as he had never seen it before, but it could have never been then man that just helped him and sounded so friendly. This looked far from friendly, if you asked him, even though it did have some human features, if you looked close enough. "What the hell are you?" he asked, not being able to keep the fear out of his voice anymore.

"So eh, which way leads to the exit?" he asked, realizing he didn't know the way in this and getting lost, wouldn't fit in his plans. Espedially, because that might mean he would walk into the other guys again and he couldn't say that he looked forward to seeing them again. The pain was gone, but it wasn't too hard to remember it, as it was still present in his mind. He turned his look back to the guy in the room, waiting for him to give him an answer. Would especially be nice if the answer would be useful as well, because otherwise he still hadn't made any progress.

"I am sorry," he started, with a look on his face that matched his words perfectly. "All this, it's just not really what I had in mind, when I woke up this morning. It's all a little bit frustrating, you know?" Not his best explanation ever, but it felt like he owed the guy a bit more than a simple 'sorry' and well, this would have to do, because he couldn't make anything better of it.

"And if I am gonna be stuck here for a while anyway, some help would be nice," he continued, forcing himself to smile a little, even though it didn't last for long. "But honestly, if I get a chance to escape, I'll take it, so don't expect anything different," he warned the man, to make sure he wouldn't expect too much, because that would only lead to dissapointments.

"And don't worry about that, I don't want myself to die either. I rather live for a little longer, if you don't mind," he added, allowing himself to show the smile that belonged with his words. Didn't last that long though, because it still sucked that he was brought and held here against his will and that wasn't much of a reason to smile, more the opposite.

"So," he started, getting curious again, now he was sure he was sort of safe in here for the moment, "what was it exactly that they wanted from me again? They don't really expect me to help them with anything, do they? I mean, then they better could have just asked, instead of kidnapping me, because that kind of things, usually don't make a very good first impression."

Not that he would've done anything for those people, if they had asked him first. Maybe if he wouldn't know what kind of people they were and it would be something like showing them the way, but that is probably not what they want him to do. Little bit a waste of time to put all that effort in getting him here, if that was all they needed him to do.

He was still looking at the boy, who sat on the bed, from his place at the closed door, waiting for a response that hopefully would explain everything a bit more. Apperently, he was the puple of this guy and he was going to learn spells and everything and maybe, if they trusted him enough, they would send him on a mission, but what was the purpose of all that? What did they want to accomplish by making some soldier, slave or whatever they want to call it, out of him? Or actually, trying to make a soldier out of him, because he would only play along long enough, so he could get a reasonable chance to escape and get as far away as possible as fast as possible.

The man dissapeared in the bathroom and Christian walked towards the closet, so he could take a look at the clothes that were his now, according to Tyran. It was full of grey clothes, as said, and that made it almost look depressing or actually, it just looked depressing and that didn't cheer him up at all. He almost felt surprised when he noticed that there were at least some comfortable clothes to sleep in. He quickly put on some grey sweatpants and decided he could do without a shirt, as he usually slept without one as well. After that he took place on the bed that was his and waited till Tyran came back from the bathroom. It didn't took that long, but long enough for Christian to think of some question he wanted to ask. He had always been a curious kid and that hadn't change at all over the years, so it was nothing more that logical that he was full of questions.

"What is your position actually? And how many people are here?" he asked, starting with the things he had thought of first, while new things popped into his mind already. "By the way, who were those morons actually? Please don't tell me they are in a high position as well, because that would really suck."

A sort silence fell, after Tyran was finished, in which Christian took his time to take everything on board, before he finally spoke. "I think I'll just go to bed." It was all he could get out. He needed a little bit time to progress everything and he didn't want to talk anymore. Not to anyone and how offending it may sound, certainly not to a demon. It was a little bit too much for now.