Prisoning Truth
Alive. (5th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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The blue-eyed blonde, Niall, nodded as he gave the tray to my abductor. He stood for a second to give me a tiny smile, before he scurried out of the dusty room of captivity. “(I whisper) What do you want from me?” His green eyes have shot back to look at me, at the sound of my cracked voice. I practically sounded like an old lady, because there hasn’t been anything in my digestive system since yesterday’s lunch.
Instantly, his large hand that was gripping my thigh, swung across my cheek; slapping it harshly. I let out a cry of pain, as my face shifted to the left due to the physical contact. “(He warns angrily) You do not speak, if I didn’t talk to you. Am I clear, doll face?” I nod slowly, even though I feel like my body has turned into stone. I turn my face back to the center, noticing how he is mumbling curses under his breath for some untold reason.
He grabs the triangular-cut sandwich, letting go of his dagger from his other hand. He pressures the sandwich over my mouth, digging it to form an opening from my pursed lips. “(He mutters in anger) Open your pie hole, doll face. I don’t have all day for your bitchy attitude.” In my entire life, I have never been through such a humiliating and torturing hour, like the one I am living right this instant.
Just to push his trigger and fight for my pride, I kept my lips pursed tightly; denying any chance for the food to get inside. He shakes his head, causing his long hair to whip lightly at the action; as his sinister cackle rises gradually. His eyes look at the sandwich in his hold, then at me; showing me he has something planned. He places the food on the tray, while his other hand lifts the dagger again.
“(He points the dagger so close to my eye, that my eyelashes could touch it) Do you want this to end you right away, or will you change your mind and cooperate with me, doll face?” I don’t know why and how, but my mouth parted slowly; spitting all the saliva I had on his face. He stands up in an instant, wiping his face with his sleeve.
“(He growls) You’ll regret this, doll face. You’re pushing it way off your safety zone. But, keep in mind you’re asking for it.” With his words spoken, he stomps out of the room, shutting the door behind him; allowing me to screech my feared pain finally. I sob in my seat, letting my body change from solid to a runny liquid state. I feel tired, abused, insulted, humiliated, and tortured. Do I deserve all of this negativity?
I lower my face to look at my skirt, bobbing my head at myself as the tears drop on the black fabric. Just as I was planning to think more to myself, the door creeks open; making me whimper and shift uncomfortably in my seat. His hands rise up, showing me that he isn’t here for any harm. “It’s just me, Giselle.” I look at his face, even though my eyesight is blurry; my contact lenses are burning like the hell I am in right now.
Louis closes the door calmly, as he hurries to my seat; bending down to look at my face. “Are you hungry?” I nod slowly, as his hands surprise me with their action. He begins to trim down the knots from my ankles, releasing the rope to set my legs free.
I stare at him in utter shock, not understanding why he would want to make me feel less timid. All I know is that, he isn’t like that devil in a human body. He is softer, gentler, and much too humane than that stone cold beast. Humans should deny him as one of their kind, because he clearly doesn’t deserve to be alive.
Giselle's POV:
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The blue-eyed blonde, Niall, nodded as he gave the tray to my abductor. He stood for a second to give me a tiny smile, before he scurried out of the dusty room of captivity. “(I whisper) What do you want from me?” His green eyes have shot back to look at me, at the sound of my cracked voice. I practically sounded like an old lady, because there hasn’t been anything in my digestive system since yesterday’s lunch.
Instantly, his large hand that was gripping my thigh, swung across my cheek; slapping it harshly. I let out a cry of pain, as my face shifted to the left due to the physical contact. “(He warns angrily) You do not speak, if I didn’t talk to you. Am I clear, doll face?” I nod slowly, even though I feel like my body has turned into stone. I turn my face back to the center, noticing how he is mumbling curses under his breath for some untold reason.
He grabs the triangular-cut sandwich, letting go of his dagger from his other hand. He pressures the sandwich over my mouth, digging it to form an opening from my pursed lips. “(He mutters in anger) Open your pie hole, doll face. I don’t have all day for your bitchy attitude.” In my entire life, I have never been through such a humiliating and torturing hour, like the one I am living right this instant.
Just to push his trigger and fight for my pride, I kept my lips pursed tightly; denying any chance for the food to get inside. He shakes his head, causing his long hair to whip lightly at the action; as his sinister cackle rises gradually. His eyes look at the sandwich in his hold, then at me; showing me he has something planned. He places the food on the tray, while his other hand lifts the dagger again.
“(He points the dagger so close to my eye, that my eyelashes could touch it) Do you want this to end you right away, or will you change your mind and cooperate with me, doll face?” I don’t know why and how, but my mouth parted slowly; spitting all the saliva I had on his face. He stands up in an instant, wiping his face with his sleeve.
“(He growls) You’ll regret this, doll face. You’re pushing it way off your safety zone. But, keep in mind you’re asking for it.” With his words spoken, he stomps out of the room, shutting the door behind him; allowing me to screech my feared pain finally. I sob in my seat, letting my body change from solid to a runny liquid state. I feel tired, abused, insulted, humiliated, and tortured. Do I deserve all of this negativity?
I lower my face to look at my skirt, bobbing my head at myself as the tears drop on the black fabric. Just as I was planning to think more to myself, the door creeks open; making me whimper and shift uncomfortably in my seat. His hands rise up, showing me that he isn’t here for any harm. “It’s just me, Giselle.” I look at his face, even though my eyesight is blurry; my contact lenses are burning like the hell I am in right now.
Louis closes the door calmly, as he hurries to my seat; bending down to look at my face. “Are you hungry?” I nod slowly, as his hands surprise me with their action. He begins to trim down the knots from my ankles, releasing the rope to set my legs free.
I stare at him in utter shock, not understanding why he would want to make me feel less timid. All I know is that, he isn’t like that devil in a human body. He is softer, gentler, and much too humane than that stone cold beast. Humans should deny him as one of their kind, because he clearly doesn’t deserve to be alive.
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