Prisoning Truth
Animal. (7th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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“(He groans) Will you calm down, mate? There isn’t a reason to yell, right now. I was just taking Giselle to bathe and change, that’s all.” Harold’s eyes relax at the reasoning, but his physique is still stiff. “Come on, Giselle.” Louis tugs at my hand, as we walk past the heartless abductor.
So many questions to ask, but no one is responsive as much as Louis is. If I keep on asking Louis, he’ll estimate that I am an irritating person with a large curiosity. But, don’t I have the right to know why am I kidnapped? Louis guides me up the large staircase, as we pass several closed doors. This place is quite huge, its such a shame that nobody takes care of it.
“I’ve placed the clothes inside, along with a towel. You’ll find everything you need, but in case you don’t; I’ll be right outside to grant it to you. (He blushes) There's some makeup and a hairbrush for you too.” I nod thankfully at the warmness of his tone, while I close the door behind me. A mirror, placed above the sink, strikes my current attention. I stand in front of it, visualising my horrific reflection.
I look tired, and much too dry than I have ever been. If only I could escape right now, but why would I? Its not like Harold will refuse a chase; after all, I know how much he despises me. He would do anything to grant himself a chance to hurt me, if only I knew why. I strip out of my clothes, and step into the tub, rinsing myself from the dirt of humiliation.
…After the Bathing Process…
“(I call) Louis? Have you seen my purse somewhere?” His voice doesn’t wait to reply back: “Yes, do you need anything from it?” I answer: “I need my eyeglasses, please.” He doesn’t reply, so I estimate that he went to apply my request. Yes I do wear glasses, because my natural eyesight is a little blurry. I have been facing this problem since I was little, but thank god for contact lenses.
I can’t put them on again, since my eyes are red and itchy; this is what happens when I cry massively. “(He knocks) Giselle? I got your glasses, love.” I fix the revealing grey shirt, while I unlock the door. He smiles at me, while he hands my specs over. I place them on my face, adjusting the plastic bridge over my nose. “Are the clothes okay?”
If I wanted to answer with complete honesty, I would say no. The shirt is way revealing, and the shorts are in a skinny cut, which isn’t comfortable at all. “(I smile back while I speak) Yes, thank you so much. Where did you get them from?” His face saddens at my question, making me regret asking in the first place.
“(I shake my head) It doesn’t matter, what matters is that you managed to find some. (He smiles at my words, relaxing his features) Louis?” He hums back a soft reply: “Hmm?” I glance at my grey flats, and then back at his face. “Did you all have a talk about letting me go?” He lets out a soft sigh, stretching his hand to hold mine.“We will tonight, I promise you. (He hands me my purse) You can have it, Harold already broke your phone.”
I nod in sadness, as I grasp the bag in my hand. “Whoa! She woke up?” A new male figure pops in front of us, smiling timidly at me. His face is close to a model figure, straight cut jaw, and sparkling hazel eyes that match the colour of the onyx jewel. “Giselle, this is Zayn.” I nod politely at the young man, as he smiles kindly at me.
This makes me question something highly important: I have met Niall, Louis, and Zayn so far. All of these boys have been giving me a smile of care, but the prior devil hasn’t. I guess I am being treated like an untamed pet. He forces me to eat, he forces me to remain silent, and on top of that he hurts me when I disobey. If he wanted a kitten, he could have gone to a pet shop; I am no animal, and I will no longer agree to his cruelty.
Giselle's POV:
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“(He groans) Will you calm down, mate? There isn’t a reason to yell, right now. I was just taking Giselle to bathe and change, that’s all.” Harold’s eyes relax at the reasoning, but his physique is still stiff. “Come on, Giselle.” Louis tugs at my hand, as we walk past the heartless abductor.
So many questions to ask, but no one is responsive as much as Louis is. If I keep on asking Louis, he’ll estimate that I am an irritating person with a large curiosity. But, don’t I have the right to know why am I kidnapped? Louis guides me up the large staircase, as we pass several closed doors. This place is quite huge, its such a shame that nobody takes care of it.
“I’ve placed the clothes inside, along with a towel. You’ll find everything you need, but in case you don’t; I’ll be right outside to grant it to you. (He blushes) There's some makeup and a hairbrush for you too.” I nod thankfully at the warmness of his tone, while I close the door behind me. A mirror, placed above the sink, strikes my current attention. I stand in front of it, visualising my horrific reflection.
I look tired, and much too dry than I have ever been. If only I could escape right now, but why would I? Its not like Harold will refuse a chase; after all, I know how much he despises me. He would do anything to grant himself a chance to hurt me, if only I knew why. I strip out of my clothes, and step into the tub, rinsing myself from the dirt of humiliation.
…After the Bathing Process…
“(I call) Louis? Have you seen my purse somewhere?” His voice doesn’t wait to reply back: “Yes, do you need anything from it?” I answer: “I need my eyeglasses, please.” He doesn’t reply, so I estimate that he went to apply my request. Yes I do wear glasses, because my natural eyesight is a little blurry. I have been facing this problem since I was little, but thank god for contact lenses.
I can’t put them on again, since my eyes are red and itchy; this is what happens when I cry massively. “(He knocks) Giselle? I got your glasses, love.” I fix the revealing grey shirt, while I unlock the door. He smiles at me, while he hands my specs over. I place them on my face, adjusting the plastic bridge over my nose. “Are the clothes okay?”
If I wanted to answer with complete honesty, I would say no. The shirt is way revealing, and the shorts are in a skinny cut, which isn’t comfortable at all. “(I smile back while I speak) Yes, thank you so much. Where did you get them from?” His face saddens at my question, making me regret asking in the first place.
“(I shake my head) It doesn’t matter, what matters is that you managed to find some. (He smiles at my words, relaxing his features) Louis?” He hums back a soft reply: “Hmm?” I glance at my grey flats, and then back at his face. “Did you all have a talk about letting me go?” He lets out a soft sigh, stretching his hand to hold mine.“We will tonight, I promise you. (He hands me my purse) You can have it, Harold already broke your phone.”
I nod in sadness, as I grasp the bag in my hand. “Whoa! She woke up?” A new male figure pops in front of us, smiling timidly at me. His face is close to a model figure, straight cut jaw, and sparkling hazel eyes that match the colour of the onyx jewel. “Giselle, this is Zayn.” I nod politely at the young man, as he smiles kindly at me.
This makes me question something highly important: I have met Niall, Louis, and Zayn so far. All of these boys have been giving me a smile of care, but the prior devil hasn’t. I guess I am being treated like an untamed pet. He forces me to eat, he forces me to remain silent, and on top of that he hurts me when I disobey. If he wanted a kitten, he could have gone to a pet shop; I am no animal, and I will no longer agree to his cruelty.
Notes
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