We left off were Jason says the word. I mentioned how he can feel the power of the word as he screams it, yet after he screams it, nothing happens. Maldor just sits there, perplexed and puzzled. "Well? Is that all? Then away with you. How unfortunate that the one word you had to say is in gibberish. Take him away!" The guard who escorted him in takes him out with instructions to put him in a holding cell. They walk him down to the dungeons to a holding cell with a thick iron door. The guards open the door, and push him in. He tries to escape, pushing two of the guards over, but he is grabbed and pushed to the floor with unnecessary force. Then they pick him up and force him in this chair, and lock in his arms and legs and waist, and neck into place with these metal confinement rings. Then they leave. He can barely breathe. He can't move. It's dark. He’s extremely claustrophobic. He starts freaking out, and has to calm down. He tries to forget that he is tied up and can't breathe. He goes to his "happy place." He tries to keep track of time. Where is he exactly? What time is it? How long has he been here? Each minute seems to drag out for eternity. He tries to tell how many seconds, how many minutes, how many hours he's been locked up in this chair. It's completely dark. He can't see a thing. Why hadn't the word worked? He was certain he had said it right. He couldn't remember the syllables as promised, so what was he going to do now? All of a sudden, after who knows how long, the door swings open, letting in blinding light that hurts his eyes. What’s going on? Who is it? MALDOR. He walks into the room alone with a silver tray holding a bottle of liquid. The door closes behind him, flooding the room with darkness once again. DUN DUN DUN!!!!!
SUSPENSE!
SUSPENSE!
DINGBAT OUT!
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