Nadia

I made my way across the room and pulled up the trapdoor, climbing down to the cellar. The room reeked of sex, of Nadia's sweet musk, and I felt a stirring in response; it seemed as though my **** had readied herself for me. The room was dark, but that wasn't a problem for me.

A moment's effort turned my eyes to slits, and I could see through the darkness. I looked across the room as I started forwards, towards the bed, and froze. Nadia was there, naked and waiting, but her mouth was gagged and her arms and legs were bound with rope.

My hand flashed to the dagger at my belt, but before my fingers reached the hilt a sharp pain pierced my side. My eyes flashed to the side as I started to move, pushed by some **** into the wall. I screamed as fire roared through my guts and ripped the dagger free. I raised it high to strike at my assailant, but hit only empty air as they danced through the tight space.

I looked down and felt acid come rushing up my throat, I was pinned to the wall by a long sword. It was buried deep in me, and its silver edge seemed to burn. I looked at my assailant, a cloaked figure with shining red eyes, and bared my bloody teeth. "Who the-"

The cloak flickered and something shiny flew through the air. It took me in the eye, blinding me, and the figure rushed forwards as they drew something else from under the cloak. It took me high in the chest, and I couldn't even summon the strength to scream.

Her hood fell down, but I couldn't make out any features. I couldn't make out anything. She said something, but I couldn't hear it, not really.

"-THat saw from aMy, reh fmialy-" The words were all jumbled by my dying mind, but that didn't matter.

Nothing did.