~Little Mikaelson~ [Book 1]

Chapter 35~ Death is a Virtue (Part 2/2)

A/N: Eeek, yes it's late sorry! Please don't kill me :c Sooo, you guys know the drill; Please hit that gorgeous little star button (can you hear it going, make me gold, make me gold?) it's located right over there ---> and then you can write anything you want about the chapter, questions etc down there *points for lack of pointy thing* Alrighty, enjoy the chapter!! :D

Start Adriana's POV

Groaning, I lift up my head which is pounding hard and aching. Sighing as the memory floods back to me, I try to yell out but there is a gag in my mouth and duck tape over it. Rolling my eyes slightly, I look around for the brainiac didn't blindfold me.

Yanking against the restraints, I look down to see that they are chain cuffs, firmly latched on my hands and rops on my ankles. Looking down I groan seeing my torn and muddy dress - so much for a happy night of memories for this dress.

"Well, it's about time you woke up, I was getting worried." Astra says, appearing with a smirk on her somewhat childlike face. I fight against the gag to speak, but it dries up my mouth making me want to vomit.

"Don't even try it, I have a few questions for you and you are going to answer them honestly. Okay? If not, you will get hurt - badly." She grabs the corner of the tape and rips it off hard, making me cry out in pain a muffled cry.

Using my tongue I flick out the rolled up shirt, and take in strong quick breaths through my mouth. Saliva filling my mouth, soothing it. "Now, you must be starving. Here, have something to drink." She says holding up a blood bag with a straw in it to my mouth.

Warily, I barely take a sip letting it sit on my tongue. After knowing that it's vervain free, I drink it fast letting it coat the back of my throat soothing it.

She yanks it away and smirks again, "Now, every question you get right you get blood. Everyone that you don't, maybe you should look up."

Looking up, a huge bucket is filled to the brim with wolfsbane and vervain. A long tube makes so only a few drops at a time can land on your head, pure torture. 

"Okay, okay. I'll answer honestly. But if I tell you the truth, you don't have to believe it." I say coyly, and smile slightly.

Astra walks around the room, touching a few things that are obviously for torture; a shocker stick, squirt gun filled with some kind of liquid, a blood dropper that is for desiccated people, and a few other nick-knacks. "I know everything about you my dear, it's just your plans and ruling that I don't know everything about. So, first question ready?"

"Sure, ask away." I say, getting as comfy as I can for someone locked down into a metal chair, bound in chain cuffs and rope. 

"Now, where is your father keeping his plans?" She looks over at me, and sighing I purse my lips thinking for a moment. 

Rolling my tongue over my lips and teeth, I wait wait she is very agitated to answer. "Well, he has a secret door in the compound that leads underground. You'll find history and plans there, but it's well guarded with wolves, a hybrid or two, and vampires. Not to mention a very powerful entry spell, no unwanted visitor can get in.

"And technically, that's two questions already. Where are you keeping your plans? In your mind I'd imagine, the safest place for them to be is that correct?" Before I can even think, she flicks her wrist and four droplets of the water lands on my head in the same spot. 

I bite my lip to keep from screaming, and the pain quickly subsides. "Hey, I answered all your questions honestly!" I growl out.

Astra laughs, and flicks her wrist again repeating the same drops same spot. "Oh, I know. I just get a kick out of seeing you squirm, it's highly entertaining."