â SAMUEL WRIGHT
As soon as the command was issued, two guards stepped forward and took Samuel's arms. At first he fought, and was actually almost free by the time two more arrived. Still, they had to drag the man out of the room and down the to dungeons. Lucky for the ladies, they had already left and missed the string of curses that spewed from his mouth as he was dragged. Each word held a strike of venom that was meant to hurt, but probably only made the stuck up "prince" laugh. If this was a joke, it was a cruel one. Had the old lady known about this? No, she had seemed kind, she would have told them more if she really didn't want them going up there. Or at least wanted them to be safe. It could have been set up by his friends, for payback, but he doubted even they could do something so crazy as this.
Once they locked him up, he realized there really was nothing he could do. Though the guards were surely having fun with him, especially since he had successfully given one a black eye and thrown in quite a few good punches on the original two. Every insult was met with an offhand comment though, until they grew bored and finally let him be. That was nice of them, he thought somewhat sarcastically, finally pulling his phone back out. If the phones didn't work outside, he had high doubts they would work down here. Either way, he still typed out a text that was sent to both his friends phones. Or at least it would be, if he could get enough service to send it.
Stuck in a fucking dungeon, anyone feel like helping?
Sighing, he rested his back against the wall and slid down, knees up and he perched his elbows on them. He didn't sleep for even a moment.
As soon as the command was issued, two guards stepped forward and took Samuel's arms. At first he fought, and was actually almost free by the time two more arrived. Still, they had to drag the man out of the room and down the to dungeons. Lucky for the ladies, they had already left and missed the string of curses that spewed from his mouth as he was dragged. Each word held a strike of venom that was meant to hurt, but probably only made the stuck up "prince" laugh. If this was a joke, it was a cruel one. Had the old lady known about this? No, she had seemed kind, she would have told them more if she really didn't want them going up there. Or at least wanted them to be safe. It could have been set up by his friends, for payback, but he doubted even they could do something so crazy as this.
Once they locked him up, he realized there really was nothing he could do. Though the guards were surely having fun with him, especially since he had successfully given one a black eye and thrown in quite a few good punches on the original two. Every insult was met with an offhand comment though, until they grew bored and finally let him be. That was nice of them, he thought somewhat sarcastically, finally pulling his phone back out. If the phones didn't work outside, he had high doubts they would work down here. Either way, he still typed out a text that was sent to both his friends phones. Or at least it would be, if he could get enough service to send it.
Stuck in a fucking dungeon, anyone feel like helping?
Sighing, he rested his back against the wall and slid down, knees up and he perched his elbows on them. He didn't sleep for even a moment.