Alicia is taken

The two guards seized her, each of them held her by her arms, she was too small to fight the burly soldiers. They dragged her as she squirmed hopelessly. Many of the townsfolk came out gawking and saw the completely naked Alicia being dragged through the streets. They reached the base of a hill, a stone arch and a large wooden door opened into the tunnel going through the hill. It was the town's dungeon. It had been built carefully over hundreds of years into the hill like an ant colony. This made the town look a lot more peaceful as the dungeon could not be seen by travellers and appeared to be nothing more than a wooden door in the side of a grassy hill.

On the inside however it was a labyrinth of horrors, the walls, floor and ceiling where made of cobblestone, the roof was low enough that tall men had to duck and the halls where so thin two men would be unable to walk side by side. Hundreds of cells where in there, Alicia was guided to her own cell. The room was tiny, it took three steps to walk the entire length of her cell and its width could be crossed in a single step. In one corner laid a pile of straw and in another a bucket. There where no windows, the only source of light was the shimmering of a torch through the iron bar door of her cell.

The halls echoed with screams and wild laughs, even Alicia had hear tales of the men driven to madness in the Stormdale dungeons. The crazed laughter meant those tales where more than just rumours. Alicia shivered naked in her cell. It was cold in the dark dungeon. Having no view of the outside world, Alicia had no clue how much time had passed, it felt like an eternity. The halls boomed with a voice "meal time!" A guard wandered up the narrow hall slinging a tray of food under every door. When Alicia looked at her food she wondered if 'food' was an accurate description.

It seemed to be some dry loaf with a slimy exterior. She couldn't even look at it. Alicia laid on her straw pile and cried herself to sleep.