The bell rang right on time just as it always did. Ronnie jumped from her desk and bolted toward the door. Mr. Hitual hastily stopped her escape, explaining he said, "I need to speak with you after the final bell today, please return here at that time."
"Yes, Sir, I'll be back after the bell, then.", Ronnie responded with respect as she knew he decided a part of her G.P.A. Ronnie's school was a private high school in the sticks of the back country. This allowed for every one's houses to be more than unreasonably sized and distanced from one to the next. Every one in town had family roots weaved into a massive tapestry under the surface. They all knew each others families and histories. They raised well behaved, smart, beautiful children and were often stereotyped as a "Step ford" sort of place. Perfection was just as little here as it was every where else in the world, but they liked to think they were all just a bit more perfect than the world. Ronnie was no different than her classmates with a long beautiful ancestral limb of the town's tree. She was a good student, a good daughter,and a great friend. She had just entered the gym when she realized she'd gone straight to practice without going back to speak with Mr. Hitual. Ronnie promised herself to come in early tomorrow morning to talk with him.
It was a great practice, all the girls were in time with each other and all the stunts were flawless. Perfect, was Ronnie's only thought as she pushed the button on her key ring. The truck popped open, and with a quick toss she piled in her bags before slamming the top down. When she turned back to her car Mr. Hitual scared the pants right off her appear before her suddenly.
"My Gosh, Mr. Hitual you nearly stopped my heart from beating,"
"That is what I was hoping for," was his response just as swung the over sized object into her head. Blackness filled Ronnie's mind leaving her with no senses or even knowledge of it. When she woke, the room was hazy and difficult to make out. Dark shadows confused her vision shifting from one blurry mess to the next. Slowly she sat up, pushing back the cloth laying over her, she looked down to find a mess of horrors. There were words carved into her skin from toes up to the bottom of her neck. Ronnie traced a hand over the wounds realizing she most be drugged as she wasn't conscious for the inscriptions. She still felt out of it a bit and questioned if she should be afraid or grateful that she was still alive. She chose both feelings, bursting into tears she laughed a bit as her bare feet touched the stone cold floor. Ronnie moved around the room searching for something anything but found only her bed, the cover,one stand with no drawers,a window, and a locked door. The view out the widow was of a courtyard revealing to her she was in on of the inside rooms of the manner. She observed each detail of the other side hoping to possibly get an idea of where she was. She stood at the widow for some time before noticing a small figure in the corner of the courtyard staring up at her. Ronnie moved to the side of the window, she didn't want to be seen naked nor was she sure of who to trust. She knew that in a place this big there was sure to be more than just her assailant. Maybe someone had the heart to help her, but she wasn't about to revel herself in her bare skin only wearing whatever message was depicted into her skin. Ronnie fixed the cover to her body, wrapping it around and around snug the hold. Again she crossed to the window,this time shaking it with attempts to open it. The window wouldn't budge but just as she'd given up the door lock clicked from is keep. Ronnie froze up unable to move a muscle beside her eyes and heart. The door opened revealing a tall handsome man carrying a small garment. She didn't recognize him but he seemed gentle with a slow closing of the door behind him.
"I won't harm you so do not be afraid. This will go quicker and simpler if you cooperate with me. Are we understood?" the man announced saving himself the trouble of his name. "Yes, of course I understand,"slipped easily from Ronnie's lips, for she was used to being respectful. "May I perhaps know where I am? Or maybe if I'm in any further danger?" was her first non respectful action as she spoke before spoken too. "You are not in any danger, but you will not leave nor will be told where you are. But you will be told where to go and what to do.", he answered quickly as he shortened the distance between them. "Remove the bed covering, you'll wear this." He held out a small white wrap with a bit of red trimming. The whole thing was soft satin and Ronnie wasn't sure how she'd apply it to her body in a proper manner. "Uh, I don't think I can manage to place this properly,"she whimpered at him. "I will help you, calm down." he assured her reaching out a hand for the piece of scrap fabric. She handed it to him and faster than she would've imagined he wrapped the dress around her hips across her torso, over her shoulder,a round her neck and back down the other side the same way resting to a tight pull under the bottom skirt. It was tight but fitted and felt as though it would never move. "Thank you very much,"Ronnie gestured to him,"My name is Ronnie." "I know your name," he scolded her, "but you will not be called that here. In this home we will call you, Maledetti, Mal for short if you'd prefer." Maledetti nodded her head as she fell in line behind him following him to the door. They pass through the hallways all dark and a bit chilly. He opened two big red maple wood doors. When she walked in her eye's seemed to lie to her with all the vintage wonder in the room. "This will be your new room,acquaint yourself with it, you'll be here often." were his last words to her before exiting and locking the room. Maledetti,as she now referred to herself in her mind, was alone to fill her wondrous need of curiosity. She wasn't sure what had happened or where she was, or what the hell was going on in this place but she knew there was much here to distract her mind for the time being. Thus, she'd indulge for now and panic later.