Prisoning Truth
Picture. (4th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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His hand reached for something in his back pocket, as his eyes kept glimmering at me with an unbearable emotion. He seemed to find what his hand was looking for, flipping it open to make my fear increase. The anonymous kidnapper twirled the dagger in his hand, passing it through the sunlight to show me its deathful shine.
“(He smirks) Now, what was that you were yelling?” My lips fold inside of my mouth, trying to steady my heaving breath. “(He warns calmly) Stop scaring her, mate. She reacted like anyone would, in her case.” Louis words caused a bigger confusion in my state of mind. Why would he be on my side, if he and that green-eyed murderer are alliances in my torture?
“(He points the dagger at him, rambling in seriousness) I didn’t ask for your opinion. Leave me with her, alone.” My feet twitch under my pink boots, begging Louis with my eyes to stay. I can’t seem to find a functioning vocal chord to speak, since that slick murderer has no mercy planned in his demonic mind.
“(He stomps his foot beside me, while Louis leaves the room; closing the door behind him) This seems to be a fantastic start of the day, doll face. (He kneels down to my face level, darting his eyes at mine) I’m going to be simple, because this is your first attempt of tomfoolery. (He swipes the dagger over my arm, making my skin shiver from the cold metal) It’s not a mathematical equation, if you scream one more time, (He snickers a smile, while placing the dagger under my chin) you could kiss your sorry bum goodbye. Am I clear, doll face?”
I nod, feeling the paralysing energy from both his words and his non-blinking stare at me. His tongue flops out, swiping across his tender lips to moisturise them. How could I be kidnapped, by someone who looks divine? His features are manly, yet they hold a pinch of softness. If I would be able to grab a pen and paper, I wouldn’t be fair enough with sketching him down.
It’s his eyes that appeal to me more than anything else. They are similar to a hungry- lone wolf in the deep shadows, glowing in the dark to capture the eyes of his hunt. “(He growls dangerously) Stop looking at me, doll face. (He smirks cunningly) I’ll take a picture for you, since it would last longer to your desire.”
My head shakes tiredly, shifting my eyes at his brown boots. “(He mocks sarcastically) Awe, doll face is mad now? Don’t be, baby boo. (He grips my thigh in his large hand, squeezing it under my skirt) You wouldn’t want daddy to punish you, now do you?” I whimper the streams of tears, feeling the pain from his harsh grip; it will bruise badly soon. A knock startles us both, as the door opens slowly.
A stream of blonde hair appears in sight, matching my exact hair colour. The new character emerges into the room, holding out a tray, which contains food. His eyes glance at me, making me sense how sympathetic he is with my position. “Who told you to come in?” The dangerous male scowls the blonde male, as he walks closer to us.
“Louis told me she would be hungry, so I got her something to eat. (He smiles at me) I hope you’re okay with peanut butter?” I want to smile, I want to say thank you, but my murderer’s grip on my thigh seemed to eliminate any positive emotion. All I feel now is pain from his strong grip; my cheeks have turned numb from the endless-salty tears. “(He commands) Give it to me, and get out Niall.”
Giselle's POV:
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His hand reached for something in his back pocket, as his eyes kept glimmering at me with an unbearable emotion. He seemed to find what his hand was looking for, flipping it open to make my fear increase. The anonymous kidnapper twirled the dagger in his hand, passing it through the sunlight to show me its deathful shine.
“(He smirks) Now, what was that you were yelling?” My lips fold inside of my mouth, trying to steady my heaving breath. “(He warns calmly) Stop scaring her, mate. She reacted like anyone would, in her case.” Louis words caused a bigger confusion in my state of mind. Why would he be on my side, if he and that green-eyed murderer are alliances in my torture?
“(He points the dagger at him, rambling in seriousness) I didn’t ask for your opinion. Leave me with her, alone.” My feet twitch under my pink boots, begging Louis with my eyes to stay. I can’t seem to find a functioning vocal chord to speak, since that slick murderer has no mercy planned in his demonic mind.
“(He stomps his foot beside me, while Louis leaves the room; closing the door behind him) This seems to be a fantastic start of the day, doll face. (He kneels down to my face level, darting his eyes at mine) I’m going to be simple, because this is your first attempt of tomfoolery. (He swipes the dagger over my arm, making my skin shiver from the cold metal) It’s not a mathematical equation, if you scream one more time, (He snickers a smile, while placing the dagger under my chin) you could kiss your sorry bum goodbye. Am I clear, doll face?”
I nod, feeling the paralysing energy from both his words and his non-blinking stare at me. His tongue flops out, swiping across his tender lips to moisturise them. How could I be kidnapped, by someone who looks divine? His features are manly, yet they hold a pinch of softness. If I would be able to grab a pen and paper, I wouldn’t be fair enough with sketching him down.
It’s his eyes that appeal to me more than anything else. They are similar to a hungry- lone wolf in the deep shadows, glowing in the dark to capture the eyes of his hunt. “(He growls dangerously) Stop looking at me, doll face. (He smirks cunningly) I’ll take a picture for you, since it would last longer to your desire.”
My head shakes tiredly, shifting my eyes at his brown boots. “(He mocks sarcastically) Awe, doll face is mad now? Don’t be, baby boo. (He grips my thigh in his large hand, squeezing it under my skirt) You wouldn’t want daddy to punish you, now do you?” I whimper the streams of tears, feeling the pain from his harsh grip; it will bruise badly soon. A knock startles us both, as the door opens slowly.
A stream of blonde hair appears in sight, matching my exact hair colour. The new character emerges into the room, holding out a tray, which contains food. His eyes glance at me, making me sense how sympathetic he is with my position. “Who told you to come in?” The dangerous male scowls the blonde male, as he walks closer to us.
“Louis told me she would be hungry, so I got her something to eat. (He smiles at me) I hope you’re okay with peanut butter?” I want to smile, I want to say thank you, but my murderer’s grip on my thigh seemed to eliminate any positive emotion. All I feel now is pain from his strong grip; my cheeks have turned numb from the endless-salty tears. “(He commands) Give it to me, and get out Niall.”
Notes
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