mysterioussilver
I had been out of my home for so long, I barely remembered what a normal life was like. I looked older than I was, so it wasn't often that I got stopped or anyone wondered why I was out on my own. They just assumed I was another drunken bum, but I would have given anything for one of them to grab me off the street and drag me back home to my parents, though I'd never admit it aloud.
Lillies are often called the most beautiful flower in the world, when the cliche of the rose has been moved aside. A certain sadness prevails throughout them, their pure white color stirring certain emotions when viewed. I found myself amongst such flowers on all sides, and thought it appropriate.
The clamp wound tightly shut onto my finger, causing me to cry out in pain.
"We -will- find what we're looking fore eventually. You know that, right? So why go through all this trouble?" He gave it another twist while the large man held my other arm back "Just let us know where it is."
Briefly I considered telling them, anything to make the pain stop.
The fireplace burned brightly in the corner of the room, flames dancing excitedly. There was a somewhat cliche bearskin rug in front of it, and leather chairs on either side. "Looks straight out of a movie," I commented smugly. I was beginning to feel more comfortable, but I didn't want him to know that.