[Crimson]

The voice sighed as Carnasch decided to lumber around, feeling and groping until he touched a wall. It was stone, rough, almost jagged. If he had run into the structure, cuts would've been expected. This was a pretty nasty prison, and situation, altogether.

"Stop moving will you?", he repeated, this time a little more breathlessly, "before you run me over ... now if you sit your big, lumberjack arse down ... and just let me ... catch my breath ..." There was a pause as the voice took in some long, ragged intakes of the cold, musky air. "You are in the chataeu ... their home. The Vampires." Another pause and the voice grew low, as if speaking about their captors would cost her more pain.

"Missa ... she is the youngest of the three. There is three of them. Two men, one woman." Another pause. "She brought you here some candlemarks ago. I don't remember ... I was too busy trying to die. ha ... ha ... she is a sadist ... likes to hear her slaves scream. I was once her slave ... but I became useless after being cut too deep during one of her games ..."