Ivy’s hands trembled; she didn’t want to do what they wanted. She wanted to get up and show them that they had no control over her. But her body was weak, she was weak. She was barely able to drink the tea without help from Marcie.           Marcie hugged Ivy, “I’m sorry they are doing this to you.” She whispered.           “Then help me get out of here, help me get to your son,” Ivy whispered.           “Get up.” Samuel grabbed Ivy pulling her to her feet. “You need to eat something and you need a bath.” He said pulling her out of the room. “We’re going to the kitchen; today you are going to eat something more than the soup.” He said impatiently. “I

            Ivy still was afraid about what was coming; she wasn’t sure where they were going to do this ritual and who was going to be there. She wanted to be strong, but she was alone in all of this, she wish she had the strength to run but she couldn’t.           Samuel touched her face, he wanted to kiss her, something about her made him attracted to her. Closing his eyes, he had to stay focused; he knew Elder John wouldn’t allow him to feel for her. “Are you ready to go and see Elder John?” Samuel said moving away from her.           Ivy looked down at her hands, she didn’t want to face the beast, but she knew he wouldn’t wait for her all day. She had to go through this whether she was willing or not. Closing her eyes she thought about her life before this. She

            “You seem so sure for yourself.” Elder John growled. “But yet no one has come around to try and stop me from doing what I have done to you.” He said looking down at her. “You are almost ready to go outside, once there the war will start. Everyone will come and try and take you this is going to become a fun and entertaining game.”           Ivy wanted to show him that she was stronger than he gave her credit for, but she was still strapped down to the table, and he wasn’t about to let her try and get up. Her body burned from all the torture and she was already coughing up blood. She knew her time was limited. She wanted to reach out to Quinn to tell him this was all a trap and that he would die if he came to her. She didn’t want to see another one die for her. She felt powerless but she didn’t want a

            Samuel didn’t want to answer him on that one, but he was right. If the dark dwellers surrendered to the white dwellers then it would be over for everyone. But hell he didn’t care; he was tired of this game.           Ivy listened to the fighting; it was dying down so she knew it was almost time for her to die. She didn’t want to, but she wasn’t going to have a choice in the matter.           “Quinn?” she whispered, hoping he was still alive.           “I’m still alive, are you okay?”           “I’m dying slowly still but something is coming and I don’t know what it is.” She said wanting to touch him but h