Kidnapped! Pt. 2

Stitches came awake with evil Queen Lugwalla standing several inches away from her. There was a loud gasp, and she then realized it was her own.

"Ha!" Lugwalla sneered, walking towards her. Stitches tried to get up and run away, but saw that she was tied to a chair. "Well, if it isn't our good friend Doctor Stitches!"

"I'm not doctor Stitches, I'm just Stitches!" Stitches spat in Lugwalla's eye. She yelped in pain. Lugwalla finally looked up with a seething expression on her face. Stitches recoiled in the chair.

"Lock her up!" She bellowed. She began to walk away.

"Are we just going to leave her in there? To rot?" One of the guards remarked. Lugwalla stopped. She turned.

"…No…" She began, an evil grin slithering across her face. She quickly walked toward Stitches again. "I've got a better idea! Tomorrow is another feast! You get where I'm going with this, my dear?" Stitches' eyes grew as wide and as round as dinner plates, she knew exactly where she was going with it… "Put her in a small cell, like veal. I've always liked veal…" Lugwalla fully walked away this time, she went out of the room.

"Come with us, Doctor." One of the guards said, leading her to the dungeon. Stitches was stunned. She was going to be eaten tomorrow night!

Next thing she knew, she was thrown into a cell. When the guards left, she cried herself to sleep.






"Hey, Doctor!" A deep and wheezy voice disrupted her dreams.

"Perhaps she's dead?" A high and cartoon-like voice was there, too.

"I'M NOT DEAD, YOU IDIOT!" Stiches snapped, sitting up. Two strange looking Monsters stood behind the bars of Stitches' cell. One was tall and lanky with a skeleton head that resembled a bird's. The other one was extremely short with insane eyes and a grin that could scare the skin off of someone. The lanky one was holding a scarlet dress.

"So you're the infamous Doctor Stitches?" The lanky one remarked, a sneer on his face. Stitches walked up to the bars slowly.

"And who are you?" Stitches asked.

"My dear girl," The lanky one said, grabbing her hand. "I am Rafigran!" He bent down to kiss her hand, but she snatched it away and slapped him in the face. He squealed and rubbed his bony cheek. "And this is Agri."

"Hi!" Agri piped. Stitches looked down at the dress.

"Ah!" Rafigran said with a sinister grin. "This is for you. By orders of Queen Lugwalla!" He handed her the dress through the bars. She looked up at him with a scowl on her face.

"And what if I refuse to come to dinner?" Stitches sneered back, feeling as clever as ever.

"The Queen thought that you might say that," Agri began; Stitches already saw holes in her plan. "She said that you will be killed immediately, thrown to the scavengers… and your body will have no clothes!"

Stitches' eyes grew wide again. She looked down at the dress and held it tight to her chest.

"Best look formal to my execution, huh boys?" Stitches began to put on the dress. When she had it on, she looked in the broken mirror. She looked very pretty, but she could see by Rafigran how pretty he thought she was, he was literally drooling. "Alright, boys!" She began, turning to them. "I surrender." And Rafigran led her to the banquet hall.