Prisoning Truth
Plaything. (3rd Chapter)
…The Next Day…
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Giselle’s POV:
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If this is how heaven feels, then why do I sense that my body is restrained? Shall I dare to open my eyes? Would I allow that tickling light, to awaken my view? I begin to flutter my eyelashes, and my eyes open; I begin regretting the action. A broken window, is apparently repaired with tape, allowing the sunlight to strike through my face.
My hands are tied behind the creaking chair I am positioned on. My tongue couldn’t lick my dry lips, since silver tape is clasped over them. My legs feel numb, as they are banded with ropes that connect them to the chair poles. This can’t be heaven, and sure it is even worse than hell itself. I am trapped in my seat, in an empty room filled with dust flakes.
Have I not died? Am I really prisoned? No, prisoned isn’t the fair word of my situation. I am abducted and restrained by someone who has no care of me. Why would he kidnap me in the first place? What could have I possible done to him, to deserve this inhumane treatment. Its like the dark ages of slavery have aroused again, where men used to use women as their worshiping sex toys.
Is that what I am right now? Will I be the monster’s plaything for the rest of my breathing live? As a slight answer to stop my raging questions, the doorknob begins to twist with the echo of keys dinging through the lock hole. My eyes don’t dare to glimmer, at the sight of my abductor. The sunlight begins to paint the true colors on his body, showing me his physical features.
His eyes are a different shade of mine, since the blueness is much calmer and mixed with a green shadow. His hairdo is rebellious, straight and shaded with a chocolate shade of brown. His nose is similar to a rabbit, a littler round and small in size. His lips are thin, yet are so alive and pinker than my own shirt. His arms are painted with various ink drawings, coating his skin artistically.
“(He speaks in concern) I told him to let you rest in one of the beds. (He sighs, as he crouches in front of me) When did you wakeup, Giselle?” I blink my eyes in complete frustration, not even knowing how he knew my name.“(He chuckles at himself) I’m sorry, I forgot to take the tape off. (He coos) I’ll be gentle and slow, so it won’t sting, alright?”
His small hands begin to eliminate the tape’s existence from my lips, as his soothing smile glitters at me. “I’m Louis, if you care.” I blink my eyes at him, as soon as the glued tape is removed completely from my mouth area. I don’t think twice before I let out a broken yell:“HELP ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE ANYONE! I’M KI-…” Louis’s palm clasps around my lips, trimming off my voice while my tears begin to drip slowly.
“(He yells in whispers) Why are you yelling? You don’t want to wake hi-…” His words gets interrupted, when a click of heavy shoes shudder the wooden floor. “(He frowns, standing up on his feet) Too late…” The clicks of the shoes increase in voice, signifying that the person is closer. Louis removes his hand over my mouth, standing a little further from my chair.
I stare at him with glistering tears, but his eyes are set at the door. The sound of the heavy footsteps stops, while I decided to look where Louis’s eyes are darted. I begin to turn my head towards the door, and that was when I noticed something unstable.
The first thing that has my full attention is his emerald-green eyes. His lips curve into a sly smirk, as his nostrils flare with a preparation of an assumed anger. “(He rasps dangerously) So doll face, you decided to yell instead of a simple ‘good morning’ greet, huh?”
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Giselle’s POV:
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If this is how heaven feels, then why do I sense that my body is restrained? Shall I dare to open my eyes? Would I allow that tickling light, to awaken my view? I begin to flutter my eyelashes, and my eyes open; I begin regretting the action. A broken window, is apparently repaired with tape, allowing the sunlight to strike through my face.
My hands are tied behind the creaking chair I am positioned on. My tongue couldn’t lick my dry lips, since silver tape is clasped over them. My legs feel numb, as they are banded with ropes that connect them to the chair poles. This can’t be heaven, and sure it is even worse than hell itself. I am trapped in my seat, in an empty room filled with dust flakes.
Have I not died? Am I really prisoned? No, prisoned isn’t the fair word of my situation. I am abducted and restrained by someone who has no care of me. Why would he kidnap me in the first place? What could have I possible done to him, to deserve this inhumane treatment. Its like the dark ages of slavery have aroused again, where men used to use women as their worshiping sex toys.
Is that what I am right now? Will I be the monster’s plaything for the rest of my breathing live? As a slight answer to stop my raging questions, the doorknob begins to twist with the echo of keys dinging through the lock hole. My eyes don’t dare to glimmer, at the sight of my abductor. The sunlight begins to paint the true colors on his body, showing me his physical features.
His eyes are a different shade of mine, since the blueness is much calmer and mixed with a green shadow. His hairdo is rebellious, straight and shaded with a chocolate shade of brown. His nose is similar to a rabbit, a littler round and small in size. His lips are thin, yet are so alive and pinker than my own shirt. His arms are painted with various ink drawings, coating his skin artistically.
“(He speaks in concern) I told him to let you rest in one of the beds. (He sighs, as he crouches in front of me) When did you wakeup, Giselle?” I blink my eyes in complete frustration, not even knowing how he knew my name.“(He chuckles at himself) I’m sorry, I forgot to take the tape off. (He coos) I’ll be gentle and slow, so it won’t sting, alright?”
His small hands begin to eliminate the tape’s existence from my lips, as his soothing smile glitters at me. “I’m Louis, if you care.” I blink my eyes at him, as soon as the glued tape is removed completely from my mouth area. I don’t think twice before I let out a broken yell:“HELP ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE ANYONE! I’M KI-…” Louis’s palm clasps around my lips, trimming off my voice while my tears begin to drip slowly.
“(He yells in whispers) Why are you yelling? You don’t want to wake hi-…” His words gets interrupted, when a click of heavy shoes shudder the wooden floor. “(He frowns, standing up on his feet) Too late…” The clicks of the shoes increase in voice, signifying that the person is closer. Louis removes his hand over my mouth, standing a little further from my chair.
I stare at him with glistering tears, but his eyes are set at the door. The sound of the heavy footsteps stops, while I decided to look where Louis’s eyes are darted. I begin to turn my head towards the door, and that was when I noticed something unstable.
The first thing that has my full attention is his emerald-green eyes. His lips curve into a sly smirk, as his nostrils flare with a preparation of an assumed anger. “(He rasps dangerously) So doll face, you decided to yell instead of a simple ‘good morning’ greet, huh?”
Notes
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