In an old, dank tower

Jinx awoke in a small, dark room with an intense headache and an acute feeling of disorientation. From somewhere in the darkness she could hear someone softly strumming a guitar, or at least something similar to it.

“The maiden awoke in a far distant tower,
brought against her will by the dark wizard’s power.

She’s **** to learn a lesson in humility
If she fails she’ll end up as fresh dragon feed.

Enjoy my bad lyrics whenever I appear
For, my Jinx, they might be the last words you hear.”

And then there was silence. Though she had only heard him once before, she could clearly tell it was his voice that had sung her the bard song.

Jinx felt extremely light headed but wasn’t about to remain still any longer then necessary. She was now single minded in her desire to escape from Ssakcik’s trap, unaware that while she might escape the tower she could never escape Ssakcik.

A flicker of light danced around the room. As if by magic, a candle sitting in front of a full length mirror suddenly lit. She knew Ssakcik was toying with her but without the candle the room was completely dark. Not wanting to stumble around in the dark, Jinx headed towards the candle, fully expecting it to magically snuff itself out when she got within reach.

“Why you dirty rotten trickster!” Jinx screamed. She had wanted her to get the candle, but not to snuff it out in a childish prank but so she would see herself in the mirror.

Not only had Ssakcik **** her and **** her to play out silly medieval fairytale style stories, but he was forcing her to look the part. No longer covered by her cherished garb, she glared with rage at the reflection of the white ruffled princess gown he had dressed her in.

Though she knew he possessed **** supernatural powers, Jinx imagined her disturbed tormentor enjoyed inserting her into this multilayer abomination with his own two hands.