~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

??? POV:

I'm standing in a flower field. It was filled with roses blood-red. The deep red roses smelt sweet. The sun beat against my back. It was hot, not a cold winter's day. It felt like summer. But it was December from what I last remember. Actually, what do I remember? How did I get here?

The thorns pricked suddenly against my skin. Those weren't there before. I ran from the rose bushes. But the more I ran, the more the sharp thorns tore against my once smooth skin. I felt the warmth of my blood trickle down my body. It hurt.

I felt horrendous hunger. I was starving. For food and love. I needed comfort. I yearned for someone's warm embrace. The sun was no longer hot. It was bitter cold. The neglect from its ember rays effected me almost immediately. I shivered badly as I tried to escape the poisonous prickly petals and the freezing cold sun. Even though it was cold, I was sweating from the burning heat of my own blood.

I woke up in a dark, bleak room. The deadly but gorgeous sun was gone and the auburn roses were no where to be found. Everything in my dream had disappeared, everything except for two things.

My horrible hunger. I was now yearning for food more than love. My stomach ached. And the bitter cold. I wish I had socks. The floor was freezing.

This was now my reality. It had been for five weeks. At least I wasn't suffering alone. There were people in this hell of a room with me. I was the first to be trapped in here. Now there was 15 stuck, trapped, and hungry prisoners in this dreadful cell with me.

I hugged my knees against my chest. I had to eat something. My body ached with insufferable pain. 

I looked out the cell bars. I had heard something. All the faint cries of hunger and groans of pain hushed. Was he going to feed us? There was a pale light coming from down the hall. I crawled closer to the cell bars. Hunger had driven me weak. It was hard for me to stand without getting lightheaded. 

The foot steps grew louder, pounding through my ears like a beat of a drum. Then I realized something. There were two pairs. Why were two people coming this way?

The echoing of the steps stopped. I looked up. There stood two men. One looked familiar. The prisoners hissed. Dream. Our captor, yet our 'savior'. Or that's what he says. 'I saved you from him, you should be grateful.' Yeah, right. He'd say this while giving us one slice of bread and a cup of water as our meal for that day. Starving to death. I would have rather getting my head chopped off. Less suffering. Instead I got a nasty scar. It was a small gash that went straight through my mouth on the right side of my face. Not pretty. It reminds me of someone, but I forgot who.

The next man was foreign to me. Who was he? A friend of Dream? He held a gas lamp they were using as a light source. The faint glow from the lamp gave their faces an eerie gleam.

Well, most of Dream's face. I didn't get to see his face that well during the kidnapping. The bottom half of his face was freckled with tiny brown spots over his pale skin. The rest of his face covered with a mask. His smile was always as dark as night.

The other man's face was fully visible. He had light dirty blonde hair and fair skin. He had striking eyes. They were blue but in the gentle glow of the light, they appeared violet. An impressive purple. They were hypnotizing, but sickening at the same time.

"How are my little 'agents' doing, huh?" Dream said in a tantalizing tone. Disgruntled mumbles could be heard behind me. "Well, lovelies, Daddy has to go away on a business trip, so I've brought someone here to watch and take care of you. His name is 'Purpled'. Be nice."

We didn't care for 'Purpled'. We just wanted our food. Dream sighed. He knew we weren't interested. So why was he wasting his time? He pulled out a bag of bread. Almost immediately, we all scrambled to get the food, but since I had a head start, I reached there first. Purpled smirked.

"I've heard a lot about you 'C'. It's nice to meet you." Then he threw me a slice of bread, like I was a duck in a pond. I caught it and quickly consumed it. I looked back up at the violet eyed man to see him looking down at me in disgust. I already didn't like him.

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A/N: c! Purpled hate gang comment right here!

Anyway I won't be able to post next week (because of exams) so enjoy two posts!