She lay on the ground in a pool of her own water taking in deep breaths between coughs. How? How did she get defeated so easily? She didn't even remember a thing. Her body hurt so much all she could do was stare at the man hovering over her. "I'm sorry, My Dear. This was the only way. The only way to bring her closer to me. I need her and she wants you. Now, be a good girl and everything will be ok." His voice was so calm and carefree. It would be the last thing she heard before slowly passing out. After a while, Azalea would slowly come to her vision blurry. Where was she? The brunette could feel something holding her body and as she looked around, she would notice something was off. It seemed darker here but Azalea could kind of see the sun. Maybe it was her eyes. This place was full of large dark round circles. Buildings? Little ones. Then, she would pass out once more. When Azalea finally woke for the final time, she was chained to a wall and laying on a floor. She looked around the room slowly. No windows. One door. No furniture. No anything. It was a bear concrete room. Why? Why was this happening? As the door squeaked open, Azalea would notice stairs outside. She was underground. As she looked up, she would see the same man again. "Time to begin, My Dear."
1 Month Later:
Azalea lay on the ground chained to the wall as normal. Her body looked frail and thinner than before. Her eyes seemed so empty. All hope was gone. The man, who kidnapped her, sat in front of the closed door in the same room as Azalea. "They'll be getting their memories back you know? They may come for you? What do you think?" His voice now seemed worn and full of boredom. Azalea seemed to only be capable of breathing. Not a thought could be seen I'm those Hazel eyes of hers. Even still, she managed to speak, "Who?"