Sighing, "what do you want to talk about?" She asked. She didn't have the guts to look into Draven's pale face. He looked like a dead, yet alive person. His white face and red lips gave her the creeps.
"My name is Draven. I'm the prince of this kingdom," he paused. "Can I untie you? Promise me you won't try to escape. Even if you do, remember, I can capture you. We have supernatural speed," he warned.
Monica didn't like the tone of his voice. She forced a smile nonetheless and nodded in affirmation. She wasn't going to try and run while he was watching, anyway.
Satisfied with the response, Draven untied her, thinking that his efforts were paying off. She quickly sat up and massaged her wrists to relieve the pain in them.
Now what? She wondered as she looked at the bruises that were
