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Chapter One- Confusion
She lay there broken on the hard bed in that cold-feeling room. What had happened? Was she that foolish to forget? No, no it was coming back to her now, just like a flood of water breaking through the pebble wall a small child builds in a brook. She pushed herself up on her knees while still managing to keep her balance by bracing her hands out in front of her on the bed. Slowly, she sat back on her haunches, pulling her sore legs into a lotus position.
She took a moment to note the dried blood on the cream colored sheets and thought to herself sarcastically how lovely it was to wake up and see such a sight. Arms stretched out before her now, she took count of all the small purple bruises and red welts along the pale flesh of her arms. Fantastic, really it was.
Her mind drifted back to the night before, or what she hoped was the night before, and grimaced at the remembering of her last conscious moments: strange men breaking down the doors and windows of her apartment and ambushing her with their immeasurable strength as they took to beating and restraining her against her bed. Had they taken away her innocence, not of the mind or soul, but of the body? No, they had at least been dignified enough to leave her that. There was no soreness between her legs to present any foul play. But she was badly beaten, that in itself was painfully obvious.
She finally took notice of the room she had been placed in and looked for some sort of exit of any kind. Two windows and a door obviously led elsewhere to whatever building she was being held captive in. Now, for the bathroom, ah yes there it is. She got up carefully and stood for a few moments until the disorienting dizziness subsided. Then she approached the bathroom and reached inside, hand fumbling along the wall, searching for the light-switch. After a few frustrated moments, her fingers passed over the unusual knob and quickly flipped the switch up. There was an instantaneous response and the small room lit up blinding her. She grumbled and stumbled inside, squinting and blinking midnight gray, blue eyes. Long chestnut brown lashes with golden tips shaded her round eyes. Her pale face was twisted in rage and fear. Damn, she was a mess. Dried, caked blood was on the left side of her mouth, or was that her right? Well it didn't really matter what side it was on, it was there! With a furious sigh, she went about washing it off with cool water, having only her hands to clean with.
After much wincing and sharp grunts of pain the caked blood was off revealing a horrible gash at the side of her mouth. Simply beautiful. As if she weren't ugly enough. She quickly inspected the rest of her face and saw a slowly appearing black eye and bruised cheekbone. Those dark smoldering eyes glared back at her with violated fury. Whoever was responsible for this was not going to be pleased with having her as a houseguest, or whatever this place was. That didn't matter at the moment. What was important was getting the hell out of here! With a click of the light switch, the bathroom fell into darkness again and left empty as she returned to the bedroom. After much tugging on the door, it was concluded that she was indeed a prisoner and not in the greatest of situations.
"God damn it, this is just simply lovely. Why couldn't they put keyholes on both sides of the doorknob? Ugh!" her furious whisper revealed an Irish accent.
Then, as if the door had some how taken sympathy on her, it creaked open revealing a tall middle-aged man dressed in a black suit.
"That would defeat the purpose of keeping ye locked inside of 'ere m'lady."
One dark, golden brow was lofted as she gave this man a curious look.
"Where am I? And why the hell am I here?" her voice shook, but not from fear. Far from it.
"Ye will learn 'o that all in good time, I assure ye m'lady." His voice was steady and calm, light blue eyes seeming to grin at her in playfulness.
"Stop with this 'm'lady' crap! I don't want to learn it in good time. I want to know now! I have a right to that!"
"Ye 'ave a right ta nothin' 'o the sort. Ye will simply 'ave ta obey ta the rules that are applied 'ere. Now, I 'ave ta inform ye that the master of this house 'as insisted ye join 'im for supper. There will be a maid that will come 'ere with the proper attire for the occasion. Good 'eve ta ye m'lady." He bowed deeply, made a crisp turn and was gone with the door shut and locked behind him.
"Wait! You can't leave me here! This is absurd! Damn it!"
She pounded on the door for a few minutes, gave in, and collapsed on the bed while burying her face in the only pillow that lay there.
The maid had come some time later and changed the sheets on the bed she would be sleeping in and laid out the dress she would be wearing to dinner that night. She gave it a disgusted look. She couldn't stand wearing the damned things. The dress was long and made of slippery satin. The color was a deep, ocean-blue. There was no way she would be wearing it. The clothes she had on were just fine. She glanced down at her baggy dark khaki's with their various cargo pockets, and the old black shirt that had once belonged to one of her uncles. On the front it had a scull with a navy hat and swords behind it with the words "Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out" written around the image. A smirk danced upon her pouty lips as she admired her normal outfit. She had never dressed up for dinner and didn't plan on starting a new trend of it either. She waited until the maid had left, reassuring her that she was perfectly capable of dressing herself, and began going through all her various pockets. Relief flooded her when she found her cell phone, and the studded and spiked bracelets. She kept these hidden in her pockets as she went about shoving the dress in one of the empty drawers and then taking a seat on the bed and waiting. Her stomach growled with annoyance while reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything in quite sometime. After what seemed like weeks, the butler opened the door and stepped inside. At first he had a pleasant smile on his face, until he saw that she hadn't changed into the dress. A cold scowl was now on that strangely paled face and he gave her an icy glare to match.
"Why aren't ye dressed?"
"I am." She replied coolly.
"Nae, ye are not wearing the appropriate attire. Where is the dress that was given ta ye?" His voice was cold and angry. Those ice blue eyes looking around the room in a frantic manner.
"I'm not wearing it." Her voice remained steady and calm.
"This is absurd! Ye 'ave nae choice! Ye 'ave ta wear it."
"I don't have to do anything. So you can either let me go to dinner like this, or tell the 'master' of this house that I will not be attending supper this evening." She had a cold mocking tone as she spoke to him, all the while a wicked smirk upon her lips.
He glared at her furiously, standing there in the middle of the room as if he were unsure with how to handle the whole situation. She took this moment and leapt off the bed whipping out her spiked and studded wrists. She flew at him and slammed the wrist with the spikes on it into the side of his head. He fell to the floor with a cry of surprise and pain, a hand flying up to the side of his head where the wound was. Blood began seeping through his trembling fingers.
She didn't waste another moment and took off down the long hallway and the never-ending staircase until she came to what she figured was the front doors. She attacked them and yanked on the handles. A cold fear swept through her when the doors didn't budge. No! This wasn't supposed to happen! She could hear the butler stumbling and cursing as he came down the stairs. She whipped around and fled through what appeared to be a large living room, then a dining room, flinging chairs out of her way and into the way of the pursuing, infuriated butler. The kitchen! Her heart jumped into her throat when she saw the back door wide open. Without looking back she flew through the kitchen and out into the blackened evening. The cries of the maid she practically ran over and the yells of the butler quickly faded as she ran deeper into the cool night. She kept running until her lungs burned and her sides were consumed with stabbing pains. Pale hands came to her knees as she bent over trying to catch her breath. With each heave of her chest came an intense burning sensation and her heart felt as if it would burst. She was shaking horribly, whether it had been from the fear of still being caught or from the adrenaline pumping through her body she didn't know, or cared to. All that mattered was that she was out, free at last.
Her rest only lasted a few minutes, just long enough for the burning to subside, and then she was off again, running blindly through the darkness. She purposely stuck to the deepened shadows, just in case if someone were to have gone after her. She certainly hoped no one had. One thing was for sure, she wouldn't go back without a fight. She needed to get back home and call the police. The police? What a foolish idea. What could they possibly do for her? She had no evidence of the kidnapping, save for the bruises on her body. Ugh.well she certainly couldn't stay where she was currently living now. She would have to move somewhere, preferably as far away as possible.
It was dawn by the time she reached a main road and found a ride to the nearest town. Thankfully she was still in the same state. They hadn't taken her too far away from home.
Chapter One- Confusion
She lay there broken on the hard bed in that cold-feeling room. What had happened? Was she that foolish to forget? No, no it was coming back to her now, just like a flood of water breaking through the pebble wall a small child builds in a brook. She pushed herself up on her knees while still managing to keep her balance by bracing her hands out in front of her on the bed. Slowly, she sat back on her haunches, pulling her sore legs into a lotus position.
She took a moment to note the dried blood on the cream colored sheets and thought to herself sarcastically how lovely it was to wake up and see such a sight. Arms stretched out before her now, she took count of all the small purple bruises and red welts along the pale flesh of her arms. Fantastic, really it was.
Her mind drifted back to the night before, or what she hoped was the night before, and grimaced at the remembering of her last conscious moments: strange men breaking down the doors and windows of her apartment and ambushing her with their immeasurable strength as they took to beating and restraining her against her bed. Had they taken away her innocence, not of the mind or soul, but of the body? No, they had at least been dignified enough to leave her that. There was no soreness between her legs to present any foul play. But she was badly beaten, that in itself was painfully obvious.
She finally took notice of the room she had been placed in and looked for some sort of exit of any kind. Two windows and a door obviously led elsewhere to whatever building she was being held captive in. Now, for the bathroom, ah yes there it is. She got up carefully and stood for a few moments until the disorienting dizziness subsided. Then she approached the bathroom and reached inside, hand fumbling along the wall, searching for the light-switch. After a few frustrated moments, her fingers passed over the unusual knob and quickly flipped the switch up. There was an instantaneous response and the small room lit up blinding her. She grumbled and stumbled inside, squinting and blinking midnight gray, blue eyes. Long chestnut brown lashes with golden tips shaded her round eyes. Her pale face was twisted in rage and fear. Damn, she was a mess. Dried, caked blood was on the left side of her mouth, or was that her right? Well it didn't really matter what side it was on, it was there! With a furious sigh, she went about washing it off with cool water, having only her hands to clean with.
After much wincing and sharp grunts of pain the caked blood was off revealing a horrible gash at the side of her mouth. Simply beautiful. As if she weren't ugly enough. She quickly inspected the rest of her face and saw a slowly appearing black eye and bruised cheekbone. Those dark smoldering eyes glared back at her with violated fury. Whoever was responsible for this was not going to be pleased with having her as a houseguest, or whatever this place was. That didn't matter at the moment. What was important was getting the hell out of here! With a click of the light switch, the bathroom fell into darkness again and left empty as she returned to the bedroom. After much tugging on the door, it was concluded that she was indeed a prisoner and not in the greatest of situations.
"God damn it, this is just simply lovely. Why couldn't they put keyholes on both sides of the doorknob? Ugh!" her furious whisper revealed an Irish accent.
Then, as if the door had some how taken sympathy on her, it creaked open revealing a tall middle-aged man dressed in a black suit.
"That would defeat the purpose of keeping ye locked inside of 'ere m'lady."
One dark, golden brow was lofted as she gave this man a curious look.
"Where am I? And why the hell am I here?" her voice shook, but not from fear. Far from it.
"Ye will learn 'o that all in good time, I assure ye m'lady." His voice was steady and calm, light blue eyes seeming to grin at her in playfulness.
"Stop with this 'm'lady' crap! I don't want to learn it in good time. I want to know now! I have a right to that!"
"Ye 'ave a right ta nothin' 'o the sort. Ye will simply 'ave ta obey ta the rules that are applied 'ere. Now, I 'ave ta inform ye that the master of this house 'as insisted ye join 'im for supper. There will be a maid that will come 'ere with the proper attire for the occasion. Good 'eve ta ye m'lady." He bowed deeply, made a crisp turn and was gone with the door shut and locked behind him.
"Wait! You can't leave me here! This is absurd! Damn it!"
She pounded on the door for a few minutes, gave in, and collapsed on the bed while burying her face in the only pillow that lay there.
The maid had come some time later and changed the sheets on the bed she would be sleeping in and laid out the dress she would be wearing to dinner that night. She gave it a disgusted look. She couldn't stand wearing the damned things. The dress was long and made of slippery satin. The color was a deep, ocean-blue. There was no way she would be wearing it. The clothes she had on were just fine. She glanced down at her baggy dark khaki's with their various cargo pockets, and the old black shirt that had once belonged to one of her uncles. On the front it had a scull with a navy hat and swords behind it with the words "Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out" written around the image. A smirk danced upon her pouty lips as she admired her normal outfit. She had never dressed up for dinner and didn't plan on starting a new trend of it either. She waited until the maid had left, reassuring her that she was perfectly capable of dressing herself, and began going through all her various pockets. Relief flooded her when she found her cell phone, and the studded and spiked bracelets. She kept these hidden in her pockets as she went about shoving the dress in one of the empty drawers and then taking a seat on the bed and waiting. Her stomach growled with annoyance while reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything in quite sometime. After what seemed like weeks, the butler opened the door and stepped inside. At first he had a pleasant smile on his face, until he saw that she hadn't changed into the dress. A cold scowl was now on that strangely paled face and he gave her an icy glare to match.
"Why aren't ye dressed?"
"I am." She replied coolly.
"Nae, ye are not wearing the appropriate attire. Where is the dress that was given ta ye?" His voice was cold and angry. Those ice blue eyes looking around the room in a frantic manner.
"I'm not wearing it." Her voice remained steady and calm.
"This is absurd! Ye 'ave nae choice! Ye 'ave ta wear it."
"I don't have to do anything. So you can either let me go to dinner like this, or tell the 'master' of this house that I will not be attending supper this evening." She had a cold mocking tone as she spoke to him, all the while a wicked smirk upon her lips.
He glared at her furiously, standing there in the middle of the room as if he were unsure with how to handle the whole situation. She took this moment and leapt off the bed whipping out her spiked and studded wrists. She flew at him and slammed the wrist with the spikes on it into the side of his head. He fell to the floor with a cry of surprise and pain, a hand flying up to the side of his head where the wound was. Blood began seeping through his trembling fingers.
She didn't waste another moment and took off down the long hallway and the never-ending staircase until she came to what she figured was the front doors. She attacked them and yanked on the handles. A cold fear swept through her when the doors didn't budge. No! This wasn't supposed to happen! She could hear the butler stumbling and cursing as he came down the stairs. She whipped around and fled through what appeared to be a large living room, then a dining room, flinging chairs out of her way and into the way of the pursuing, infuriated butler. The kitchen! Her heart jumped into her throat when she saw the back door wide open. Without looking back she flew through the kitchen and out into the blackened evening. The cries of the maid she practically ran over and the yells of the butler quickly faded as she ran deeper into the cool night. She kept running until her lungs burned and her sides were consumed with stabbing pains. Pale hands came to her knees as she bent over trying to catch her breath. With each heave of her chest came an intense burning sensation and her heart felt as if it would burst. She was shaking horribly, whether it had been from the fear of still being caught or from the adrenaline pumping through her body she didn't know, or cared to. All that mattered was that she was out, free at last.
Her rest only lasted a few minutes, just long enough for the burning to subside, and then she was off again, running blindly through the darkness. She purposely stuck to the deepened shadows, just in case if someone were to have gone after her. She certainly hoped no one had. One thing was for sure, she wouldn't go back without a fight. She needed to get back home and call the police. The police? What a foolish idea. What could they possibly do for her? She had no evidence of the kidnapping, save for the bruises on her body. Ugh.well she certainly couldn't stay where she was currently living now. She would have to move somewhere, preferably as far away as possible.
It was dawn by the time she reached a main road and found a ride to the nearest town. Thankfully she was still in the same state. They hadn't taken her too far away from home.