Prisoning Truth
Black Tuxedos. (34th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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My shoulders shiver at the cold air of the interior, my stomach quivers at the silent ambience that fills the endless space. Countless men in black tuxedos surround the mansion; their bodies are large and rigid like the walls of the mansion. They didn’t look at us, they didn’t even shift their blankly stare at the empty space ahead of them. The only voices audible are the sound of both our footsteps on the expensive floor.
Large and rare figurines are placed elegantly in each corner, giving the mansion an artistic appeal of expensive taste. The thing that captures my eyes the most is the crystal chandelier that’s hung elegantly from the ceiling, giving the area a royal reflection. I press my index finger on the bridge of my eyeglasses, fixing it and trying to deviate the nervousness and fright that haunts my soul.
Large and rigid footsteps glide down the staircase, and before I got the chance to glance upright; Harry snuck a whisper in my ear: “Don’t look at him, love. He doesn’t like it when people stare at him in the face.” I nod, lowering my own head to stare at my pink flats (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131400140). The tone of the footsteps disappear, as my eyes notice an opposite pair of expensive leather shoes; standing in front of my own.
“(His voices hitches, as it resembles a dark tone) Well done, boy. You’ve found her easily.” Out of the blue, a grasp yanks my left arm, making me wince a little. I sense the person scanning my arm in wonder, as if to be searching for something on my own skin. The wrinkled fingers detach from my arm, while their owner sighs deeply. “Look at me.” He orders authoritatively, while I lift my head up slowly.
I notice his piercing blue eyes first, and how round and pale they seem to be. His nose is not that huge, but his lips are plumped a little. The next thing I notice is his hair; a little grey on each edge while the natural blonde colour is beginning to fade from it. The man in the navy tuxedo isn’t that old, but the ageing process has begun to take over his features from the wrinkles under his eyes.
“(He smiles in an unfamiliar way) Where are you belongings, Giselle?” I blink my eyes in worry, giving Harry a little glance of confusion. “(He scowls at the man, answering him for my sake) They’re in my car.” The man nods lightly, as he begins to walk around me in a circular motion; forcing my breathing order to break out of rhythm. "(He gives Harry a little glance) I'll send someone to collect them, then."
“I’ve delivered like you asked. Now where’s my part of the bargain, Santers?” Harry’s question didn’t make me worried, in fact it made me a little relieved that he’d get back his mother or sister. Santers releases a roaring laugh, which makes me shudder from its volume.
“The deal has ended, now that you’ve got me the right person at last. Take them all back to your little friends; I’m sure they’ll all be happy to see them. As from now, you have nothing that you want from me, and neither do I anymore. You can live your pathetic lives without my bother anymore, but if I ever know that you’ve given my name to the authority; you won’t be happy. (He smirks devilishly at Harry) This goes for the rest, as well. I don’t want to see any of your disgusting faces any longer.”
Santers snaps his fingers in the air, which results in the appearance of some guards that are pushing a huge number of females out of the hallway. The women begin to rush over to Harry, but two in particular were faster and more eager than the others. The two womens' arms fly over Harry’s body, showering him with hugs, kisses, and endless tears of joy.
The entire plan has been changed, now that all the females are released; which means I am stuck alone in here with no motive to stay. I came here to help these women to escape, but Santers just released them all for my sake. Only two questions are ringing in my mind endlessly: Why am I so important to this evil man, and what will happen to me now?
Giselle's POV:
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My shoulders shiver at the cold air of the interior, my stomach quivers at the silent ambience that fills the endless space. Countless men in black tuxedos surround the mansion; their bodies are large and rigid like the walls of the mansion. They didn’t look at us, they didn’t even shift their blankly stare at the empty space ahead of them. The only voices audible are the sound of both our footsteps on the expensive floor.
Large and rare figurines are placed elegantly in each corner, giving the mansion an artistic appeal of expensive taste. The thing that captures my eyes the most is the crystal chandelier that’s hung elegantly from the ceiling, giving the area a royal reflection. I press my index finger on the bridge of my eyeglasses, fixing it and trying to deviate the nervousness and fright that haunts my soul.
Large and rigid footsteps glide down the staircase, and before I got the chance to glance upright; Harry snuck a whisper in my ear: “Don’t look at him, love. He doesn’t like it when people stare at him in the face.” I nod, lowering my own head to stare at my pink flats (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=131400140). The tone of the footsteps disappear, as my eyes notice an opposite pair of expensive leather shoes; standing in front of my own.
“(His voices hitches, as it resembles a dark tone) Well done, boy. You’ve found her easily.” Out of the blue, a grasp yanks my left arm, making me wince a little. I sense the person scanning my arm in wonder, as if to be searching for something on my own skin. The wrinkled fingers detach from my arm, while their owner sighs deeply. “Look at me.” He orders authoritatively, while I lift my head up slowly.
I notice his piercing blue eyes first, and how round and pale they seem to be. His nose is not that huge, but his lips are plumped a little. The next thing I notice is his hair; a little grey on each edge while the natural blonde colour is beginning to fade from it. The man in the navy tuxedo isn’t that old, but the ageing process has begun to take over his features from the wrinkles under his eyes.
“(He smiles in an unfamiliar way) Where are you belongings, Giselle?” I blink my eyes in worry, giving Harry a little glance of confusion. “(He scowls at the man, answering him for my sake) They’re in my car.” The man nods lightly, as he begins to walk around me in a circular motion; forcing my breathing order to break out of rhythm. "(He gives Harry a little glance) I'll send someone to collect them, then."
“I’ve delivered like you asked. Now where’s my part of the bargain, Santers?” Harry’s question didn’t make me worried, in fact it made me a little relieved that he’d get back his mother or sister. Santers releases a roaring laugh, which makes me shudder from its volume.
“The deal has ended, now that you’ve got me the right person at last. Take them all back to your little friends; I’m sure they’ll all be happy to see them. As from now, you have nothing that you want from me, and neither do I anymore. You can live your pathetic lives without my bother anymore, but if I ever know that you’ve given my name to the authority; you won’t be happy. (He smirks devilishly at Harry) This goes for the rest, as well. I don’t want to see any of your disgusting faces any longer.”
Santers snaps his fingers in the air, which results in the appearance of some guards that are pushing a huge number of females out of the hallway. The women begin to rush over to Harry, but two in particular were faster and more eager than the others. The two womens' arms fly over Harry’s body, showering him with hugs, kisses, and endless tears of joy.
The entire plan has been changed, now that all the females are released; which means I am stuck alone in here with no motive to stay. I came here to help these women to escape, but Santers just released them all for my sake. Only two questions are ringing in my mind endlessly: Why am I so important to this evil man, and what will happen to me now?
Notes
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