InsaneJournal

WHO: Hannah West and Enigma
WHAT: Enigma wants to upset Jonathan.
WHEN: Nighttime.
RATING: Probably high. (See warnings.)
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: This scene could, and probably will, include depictions of physical abuse, torture, and terror, not to mention bad language and, at least to some extent, mentions of other instances of past abuse of others. Read at your own risk and, when the time comes, the thread will be locked so only players of the game can read it. You have been warned.

Whoever is responsible for this is going to pay.

That was the first thought that Hannah West had when she first awoke. Her memory of where she'd been before waking up was still a fairly large blank, and any understanding or insight into who might be responsible was even more lacking than that. However, as her eyes fluttered open and she realized she was in a dark room without any discernible means of escape, her first thought had most definitely been that whoever was behind the assumed abduction was going to regret it.

Granted, such a thought was little comfort considering, for all of her bravado and intelligence, Hannah was still very much a little girl attempting to exist in a world with adults she neither understood nor had much in common with. The fact was, she was alone, she was in a dark place she didn't know, and she was afraid.

Scratch that. She was terrified.

However, never let it be said that she wasn't capable of keeping her calm even in such trying times. Because while most girls her age - and some three, even four times, older - might have begun screaming and beating at the walls, demanding to know where they were and what was going on, Hannah managed to keep her cool. She simply raised one arm from her seated position and felt outward, into the darkness, in search of anything that might give her an idea of where she was. Unfortunately, that didn't do much good when all she felt was something smooth to the touch that she soon recognized as metal in the form of what felt like a wall, but she did feel a little better that she'd at least identified one side of her makeshift prison.

Licking her dry lips, the girl swallowed hard then forced her voice to remain as calm as possible as she called out into the empty space around her, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Pausing, she bit back any threats she wanted to make, instead hoping that maybe she could fall back on the innocent girl routine that had served her so well in the past. Putting a purposeful waver into her tone, she tried again.

"W-Whoever you are, I don't have any money and my parents aren't here. No one is going to come looking for me."

Which wasn't entirely true, really. Hannah was pretty sure, if she went missing long enough, that Jonathan would come looking for her. However, she wasn't about to admit such a thing to whoever was responsible. Instead she waited for a heartbeat then tried again in a tone that wasn't quite as wavering as before as much as it was bordering on downright annoyed, if not angry.

"Hello?!? I know you can hear me. No one sticks somebody in a room then doesn't have some way to keep track of them. What do you want?"