Ron woke up in a dark yet surprisingly warm and comfortable room. His head was considerably more clear, It didn't hurt anymore, and his thoughts weren't as blurry as before.
He felt a soft, comfortable mattress under him and a warm blanket covering him. He couldn't help but think, 'Am I in the hospital?' The room was dark, So he couldn't see anything. Thinking back to the explosion and the vague man that knocked him out and the pain... Yes, the pain, It did hurt so much.
He couldn't help but get into a slight panic and started to move around in a hasty manner. He moved his hands around to get a better idea of where he was.
' It's so dark it can't be a hospital room, right? '
There should be someone here or some light. He couldn't feel any wounds either.
' What's going on? '
His hands suddenly grabbed into a pair of soft fleshy mounds.
" breasts?... "
Their soft yet firm texture didn't turn him on. He didn't even properly register it all. After all, He wasn't exactly in a situation that allowed him to properly enjoy the sensation of the breasts he would've otherwise described as a work of art. The only thought going thru his head was regarding what those breasts meant.
'There's another person here.'
The panic he was previously experiencing only intensified upon the realization of this fact. Not being able to properly understand nor register the situation, he simply did what his instinct told him to do in a panic.
'Those fuckers must've taken me. Run.'
So running, he did. He made his way out of the bed in a panic, Ignoring the resistance offered by the warm blanket that covered him up. As he got out of bed hastily, he knocked over some type of side table. He couldn't exactly see what it was, but he didn't care. All he thought about was getting out of there.
Something on top of the side table-like structure fell onto the ground and shattered, Producing a loud noise that startled the person who was there. A soft and scared feminine shriek sounded thru the room, yet Ron's flashbacks didn't allow him to think logically. He simply tried to get out of the room, and the female, Seeing a figure going crazy inside her bedroom, was quick to scream.
''Guards!!"
This, in turn, only scared Ron more, who quickly ran around the room in search of a way out; eventually, he stumbled or, well... Hit into a door which he was quick to open. 'luckily it isn't locked ' is all he thought as he made his way out of the room.
After opening the door, he entered a dimly lit corridor, But it wasn't anything like a normal electricity-lighted corridor no. There were fucking oil lamps hanging around. As if that isn't enough, the structure itself looks to be made of stone, Not bricks, Actual stone. As if that wasn't already enough of a shock in the seconds, he noticed and processed itself, he was quickly interrupted by a scream.
"Halt!"
There were guys in metal suits running towards him armed with actual swords. 'These people are fucking nuts ' was all he could think, and he quickly made a run for it. Yet he was interrupted by a door that opened up in front of him. It was about to slam into him, but he pushed it away. For some reason, he succeeded in just slamming the door that opened with quite some force shut.
He kept running and made his way into a hallway. Seeing some stairs, he quickly made his way towards them but was interrupted by some guards who, for whatever reason, with armor and all, were quicker than he was. He couldn't fathom why that was.
One of them grabbed Ron and was about to strike him down when he suddenly stopped and said '' Lord Joseph? ''
Yet Ron didn't hear that; he had already stricken him with some weird pressure that he instinctually pushed out of the hand he tried to defend himself with. Seeing how far the guard got blown back by whatever pressure he released greatly startled him. But, unfortunately, he didn't have time to enjoy it as he was also blown backward.
He fell down the concrete stairs and made quite a few rolls on what appeared to be concrete. Yet with all the impact, he felt, he surprisingly didn't feel anything break, but the last hit was one too many, and when his face hit the concrete stair, everything went black.