Prisoning Truth
Pool Of Purity. (2nd Chapter)
… Exiting the Mini Mart (A Half Hour Later)…
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Giselle’s POV:
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It’s the voices, the echoing footsteps, and the breathing of the humans, which made me whimper under my breath. I have been trying to stop myself from this scared feeling, but alas it cannot quiet down. I don’t like crowded areas, I don’t enjoy being close to anybody in a distance rate.
I scurried out of the shop, cursing myself for wearing a skirt at this time of night. It may not be revealing from my perspective, but the hungry eyes of the public cannot be maintained. I scold at myself for having a mixed up bundle of thoughts, right now; my plan is to go back home as fast as I could. My sharp heels click through the ground, as my body begins to relax at the sight of my building.
I exhale a hug huff, while I begin to step inside through the entrance (http://www.polyvore.com/dark_bubblegum/set?id=130428088&lid=3808962). My heel never touched the interior, because forceful hands have snatched my body. I knew this won’t end up as I prayed, I knew I should have stayed locked up in my condo. A metallic object shivers my spine, as it comes in contact with my back.
It is pressed cautiously over my back, but I know the anonymous person won’t hesitate to fire or plunge it through me. “Don’t yell, or your tongue will be the first thing to get chopped.” My entire being quavers, as the dark tone penetrates my ears in a hissing warning. I nod my head to the manly murderer, sealing my vocal chords from any sound expression.
“Place your groceries on the ground, and do it quickly.” I immediately oblige, kneeling down while dropping the brown paper bag on the entrance that I never walked through. “Now, stretch your left hand to the back, and give me your bag.” The metallic weapon presses against my back, giving me a warning sign that if I didn’t; it wouldn’t take half a second for it to move through my skin.
I slowly hand my purse to the stranger, as it gets snatched away in an instant. “(I sense his demonic pleasure in his voice) Now, doll face. Do you know how to count to ten? (I bob my head, as he growls) Very well, then. Start counting right now.” A hand snakes around my right hip, holding me firmly in the person’s grip.
I am aware that it is a man, from the voice and the tiny threads of arm hair; but that’s all I could see. “(I whisper) One… Two… Three… Fou-…” The pronunciation of the number never seemed to be properly spelled out, as a huge pang was dropped over my head. My eyes began to shut, as the pain in my head increased; maybe this is death.
Oh, how much I wished that my dying scenario would be in my bed. My legs shiver at the strong arms snaking them in their grab, while my dizziness increases. The voice of the man, turned into whispers; and that was the last thing I heard. Will I wakeup in heaven? I have never sinned, I have never did anything wrong, and I have never wished to do such.
I hope heaven has a part for me to be isolated in; I hope my free soul will get to live with no fear up there. What excites me about heaven the most, is that it is always shining and white; unlike the dooming hell where my murderer will be placed in. He will be burned, while I will be swimming in my own pool of purity.
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Giselle’s POV:
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It’s the voices, the echoing footsteps, and the breathing of the humans, which made me whimper under my breath. I have been trying to stop myself from this scared feeling, but alas it cannot quiet down. I don’t like crowded areas, I don’t enjoy being close to anybody in a distance rate.
I scurried out of the shop, cursing myself for wearing a skirt at this time of night. It may not be revealing from my perspective, but the hungry eyes of the public cannot be maintained. I scold at myself for having a mixed up bundle of thoughts, right now; my plan is to go back home as fast as I could. My sharp heels click through the ground, as my body begins to relax at the sight of my building.
I exhale a hug huff, while I begin to step inside through the entrance (http://www.polyvore.com/dark_bubblegum/set?id=130428088&lid=3808962). My heel never touched the interior, because forceful hands have snatched my body. I knew this won’t end up as I prayed, I knew I should have stayed locked up in my condo. A metallic object shivers my spine, as it comes in contact with my back.
It is pressed cautiously over my back, but I know the anonymous person won’t hesitate to fire or plunge it through me. “Don’t yell, or your tongue will be the first thing to get chopped.” My entire being quavers, as the dark tone penetrates my ears in a hissing warning. I nod my head to the manly murderer, sealing my vocal chords from any sound expression.
“Place your groceries on the ground, and do it quickly.” I immediately oblige, kneeling down while dropping the brown paper bag on the entrance that I never walked through. “Now, stretch your left hand to the back, and give me your bag.” The metallic weapon presses against my back, giving me a warning sign that if I didn’t; it wouldn’t take half a second for it to move through my skin.
I slowly hand my purse to the stranger, as it gets snatched away in an instant. “(I sense his demonic pleasure in his voice) Now, doll face. Do you know how to count to ten? (I bob my head, as he growls) Very well, then. Start counting right now.” A hand snakes around my right hip, holding me firmly in the person’s grip.
I am aware that it is a man, from the voice and the tiny threads of arm hair; but that’s all I could see. “(I whisper) One… Two… Three… Fou-…” The pronunciation of the number never seemed to be properly spelled out, as a huge pang was dropped over my head. My eyes began to shut, as the pain in my head increased; maybe this is death.
Oh, how much I wished that my dying scenario would be in my bed. My legs shiver at the strong arms snaking them in their grab, while my dizziness increases. The voice of the man, turned into whispers; and that was the last thing I heard. Will I wakeup in heaven? I have never sinned, I have never did anything wrong, and I have never wished to do such.
I hope heaven has a part for me to be isolated in; I hope my free soul will get to live with no fear up there. What excites me about heaven the most, is that it is always shining and white; unlike the dooming hell where my murderer will be placed in. He will be burned, while I will be swimming in my own pool of purity.
Notes
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