Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130609044857

Cicilia walked back towards her tailor shop, humming a soft tune to herself. She had just brought back the tools she needed to set up shop to a local handyman. While tired, she was still happy to finally be set back up. She pushed her glasses up a little to see the lights illuminate the way ahead. She heard a step, but too late. A hand clasped over her mouth as a large fist immediately pounded her square in the ribs.

She could have sworn she felt something crack... But now wasn't the time. She was unable to breath, and collapsed to the ground, looking around at the the three men who'd attacked her. One quickly bound her hands, the others chatting. She was gagged as she heard them speak with blurred, pained hearing. "So, we taking her down underground? Selling this beaut into slavery should be easy as pie. Look at'er." She was then punched in the side of the head, putting her beyond consciousness.

The men then brought her to a secrent entrance by the docks, sure they hadn't been followed. Inside, there was an elevator shaft, leading to an old ancient temple. 