Frozen - Your Story
Chapter One: Prologue
Dakota's P.o.v.
You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, you quickly glance around, realizing that it was just a dream! Laying back down, you calm you breathing, slowly falling asleep again.
Maybe I should explain... you see, you had a terrible nightmare just now, one about your past. A past so traumatizing that even after all this time, you still get night terrors. If you will, allow me to start your story from the beginning. A time of terror, fear, and soon, realization that maybe, just maybe, you deserve better...
(*Beep, Beep, Beep*) You quickly jump awake and shut off your alarm before it wakes up the two bodies next to you, truly terrified of what they would do if they woke up and realized it was already 7AM... and you didn't have breakfast ready yet.
(*Groan*) You hear come from the blonde laying next to you. Quickly, you jump out of bed and make a beeline for the downstairs kitchen, and immediately start making breakfast and coffee. Suddenly, you hear the stairs start creaking as someone seems to be making their way downstairs and are absolutely terrified that you woke them up while running down the creaky stairs. Listening closely, you realize it has gone quiet, but your still afraid to face the entrance to the kitchen.
All of a sudden, arms wrap extremely tight around your waist, and you hear a quiet chuckle as a voice speaks up.
"Didn't think we would wake up from that alarm, did you? You know you're suppose to have breakfast ready by the time that alarm goes off, not after." says a feminine voice.
You look up from the eggs you were cooking and glance over your shoulder and see the blonde holding you, as the redhead watched the two of you.
"I... I..." you begin to say, only to be cut off as the redhead smirks at you and says, "I... I... you what? You want to be punished for your failure in the one simple task we ask of you?"
You quickly shake your head, of course you don't want to be punished. It usually meant being beaten or... well... you'd rather not think of what else they have you do right now.
The blonde leans close to your ear, "Well (name), it doesn't matter what you want." she says as she turns off the stove and forces you to face her. "It matters what we want," she motions to herself and the red head, "and you've been a very bad girl today." She finishes muttering as she grabs your hand and forces it onto the hot burner, grinning as you scream out in pain. Quickly, as she lets go, you yank your hand off the scolding burner.
"Now what do you say?" the red head asks with fake sweetness.
"Th...Thank yo... you Mistresses." you mutter as the blonde walks to the other woman. They quickly remind you to not leave the house as they grab their coats and head out the door.
The moment the door closes your running for the first aid kit, to sooth the burn and bandage your hand. As you head back to bed, crying, you crash on the bed and immediately start to think, *I wish I was out of here, far from here actually, and loved by someone, not controlled by maniacs. I wish I could just... Let it Go...*
So dear readers, what do you think at my first actual attempt at a story? I hope I didn't mess up too much as I currently do not have a beta reader. Anyway, working on Chapter Two now, it MIGHT be finished by the day after tomorrow... no promises!
Love you all! - Snakebite94
(P.s. I'm pretty sure ya'll know won't actually know who the red head and blonde are, but you might know who they look like... . lol, anyways, hope you enjoy Chapter Two: Suffering!)