Lavinia's P.O.V.
I wash my hands slowly in the sink, letting the cool water run over the length of my fingers. I used to think it was an odd thing, washing your hands. Back home there was never really a reason to wash your hands, they always ended up dirty anyway, but now it has become part of my daily routine. I look down and watch as soft, sweet smelling bubbles prickle over my skin. The sensation is comforting, and I relish in it. Gently, I close my eyes and inhale slowly, not wanting to miss a second of the time I have.
"Procrastinating again, I see..."
The sharp voice invades my thoughts, and I quickly snap my eyes open to see who dares to interrupt me. There, standing in the arched doorway, was a man. A look of amusement played on his face as he took a step forward. He gad bright blue eyes which seemed to pierce into me. Slowly, he continued in a voice almost as slick as honey.
" You know...you really shouldn't be wasting time..." His shoes clacked against the wooden floor as he took another step. " ...It takes time away from the important things in life and the more... privileged."
He brought a lazy hand up to his face to caress part of a magnificent beard that grazed his angular jaw.i stood there quietly, looking down at the garish crimson dress I had been forced to wear as part of my duty. I rubbed the slick material between my fingers rapidly and bit my lip, afraid of what he might say or do. The man turned and raised his eyebrows at me as if I surprised him, then proceeded:
"Well?" He asked as though I had an answer. "...What do you have to say for yourself?"
He paused on the last few words, drawing them out and almost hissing them like a snake. He then began to chuckle at his own cruel, sadistic joke.
This of course, however, did not phase me, I had gotten used to comments like this from the last couple of years. I tried to keep my outward appearance indifferent, but inside they still stung.
For I and everyone else knew one simple truth. That I could not talk no matter how much I wanted to. That inside my mouth where most spewed wonderous thoughts, was a hole that forced me to keep them back for life.
I had no tongue.
It had long ago been cut out by men who believed that doing the right thing was a sin. So now every time I had an opinion or thought I wanted to share,I couldn't. My most dangerous weapon had been eliminated at the source. Now all the cause for alarm and panic and war was gone. Just by shutting up some girl who had a right to believe that everything she had even known was a lie. I reveled in these thoughts until the mans voice snapped me back into terrible reality.
"...and even if you could say anything your fate still lies with us..."
He then chuckled one final time before swiftly turning on his heel and walking out of the room.