Blood, so much…Blood. The woman's eyes shifted at the body on the floor, a silent scream left her chest as she began to step backwards. A tall figure approached her, it's teeth gleaming a harsh white. "W-Where am I, what's going on here!" she shouted, her eyes watering up slightly. No one responded, she just stared at the body, the blood seemed to never stop flowing. Slowly, it puddled around her feet. It was thick like syrup.
A huge bump cause the woman to jump out of her dream, her eyes darting in every direction. 'What the hell was that..' she thought to herself, a cold sweat drenched her body as she shook her head. "Attention passengers, the bus will be arriving in Jupiter, Florida shortly." Called the bus driver. The black haired woman let out a soft sigh as she collected her things. The bus stopped slowly and the woman would exit, along with a few other passengers. She'd exhale slightly as she tilted her head, her eyes taking in the scenery. "I guess this is…it?" she sigh lightly as she began to walk into town.
The woman's eyes scanned the buildings as she passed them. She had been looking for a restaurant, a place to get lunch. Like clockwork she'd find a small diner. "Hmm." She questioned as she walked in. There had been an array of people, seemly from all walks of life. The one person that would catch this woman's attention had been a male, around her age. His hair was a honey brown. Slowly, the woman took a seat, her eyes scanning the menu. Once the waiter approached, she'd order a grilled cheese with fries and a coke. From her luggage she'd pull a notebook, in it were scrawled a few poems as well as small doodles. From the corner of her eye she'd notice the brown haired boy looking at her. Once he noticed her gaze he'd cough and adjust his view back to the beer in front of him. A light blush haunted her cheeks as she began to eat slowly. This man approached her, swinging the chair across from her around. He'd take a seat, his eyes locking with hers. "Hey there toots, what brings you to this sad excuse of a town?" he'd ask as he took a sip of his beer. "I was looking for a small town to start a new life, The name it's self was interesting to me. Names, Cynthia" she mewed at him. "I'm Jimmy, nice to meet you." He sounded super nice but the thing that caught (F/N) off guard were the gloves. As he noticed she had been looking at them, he'd move them to his lap, his body language slowly growing a bit more nervous. "Why are you wearing those?" she'd ask, confused. "You don't want to know, trust me." He'd say quietly as he took a rather large swig from his beer. She'd tilt her head in confusion, "I doubt anything could surprise me." She'd say with a slight attitude. "You really want to see?" he'd ask, daring her. "Sure.". He'd remove his gloves and show her his deformed hands, his face becoming more hard. "O-Oh…" let her lips as she looked down at her plate. "I fucking knew it, your just like the others." He'd stand up and fix the chair, grabbing his beer. "You know, that's so messed up. You can't even look at my hands, because they are different. All you women are the same." His voice began getting louder, now everyone in the diner stared at them. The girl coughed lightly as she'd stand up, from her pocket she pulled money which she'd throw on the table. "I-I…I'm sorry." She'd grab her bag and begin to walk around him. "…" he'd shake his head in frustration. "Get used to it, there are a lot of us around." He'd say as she left.
The streets soon began to get clear, nightfall had been approaching. The girl now would look for a hotel that is until she was stopped by a woman. "Hello!" she'd call, smiling slightly at Cynthia "Are you looking for a place to stay?" she'd ask, her behavior seemed a bit frantic. "I..I am, yes." She responded, staring at the woman. The woman let out a exasperated sigh as she nodded. "Do you have a job?" she asked with a soft smile. "Sadly no, I just got off the bus a hour ago?" Cynthia would tilt her head slightly as she responded. "Well, I need someone to be friends with my son. I'll pay well. My names Gloria." She say rather fast, her hand held out. Cynthia grabbed her hand shaking it slowly. "S-Sure, I don't see why not." The girl responded, a slight smile on her face. "My name is Cynthia". "Lovely name for a lovely girl. Oh Dandy is going to be so excited!" she called out as she grabbed the girls hand, pulling her into a car.
The car ride was short, but what surprised Cynthia was the mansion they had been approaching. Amazing, was the thought that crossed her mind as they stopped in front of it. "Dinner should be ready soon, Dandy is going to love you, I can tell." Called the red haired woman as she exited the car. Cynthia smiled slightly as she pulled her suitcase out of Gloria's car. They walked in together, Cynthia's eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. "Dear, This is Dora." Called Gloria. "Pleasure to meet you Dora" spoke Cynthia, a large smile on her face. "Hello, and welcome." She'd say a look of pity on her face. "Is Dandy up and about yet?" asked Gloria, her eyes looking to the stairs. "He was taking a bath before dinner." Responded Dora, her head shaking as she stepped back into the dinning room. Gloria turned back to the ebony haired girl. "The guest room is upstairs, take a right and its at the end of the hall on the right. Make yourself at home. Please wear the dress in the wardrobe and come back down for dinner." Asked Gloria. Cynthia nodded slowly as she trudged up the stairs.
A light sigh left my lips as looked around the room. It was decorated beautifully, but all I could think was, Why me? Why had I been chosen, its so bizarre. I shook my head as I approached the wardrobe. I'm lucky, that's all there is to it. Slowly, I opened the door and stared at the dress, it was beautiful, purple in color. I'd slip it on, throwing my old clothes in the clothing bin. I looked in the mirror and shrugged as I walked back downstairs.
Gloria had been sitting at the table, smiling slightly as I entered the room. "Please sit there" she called as she pointed at a seat. Slowly, I sat and nodded smiling back at her. Next Dora had set the table, and placed the food out. "Dora, could you go get D-" Gloria had been interrupted. "I'm right here, Mother." Called who I had presumed to be dandy. In that walked was a full grown man, his attire flawless. "Who is that?" he asked as he stared at me, a look of disinterest upon his face. "Another maid?" he'd ask as he took his seat. "No dear, I got her for you. So you have a friend." She responded with a smile. "She looks boring, as well as uneducated.". Rather blunt, thought Cynthia as she slowly took a sip of her water. Dandy glared at her, shaking his head. Cynthia, smiled at him, growing nervous by the second. "What's for dinner" asked Dandy. "We are having scallops in a pasta. Dora had been working on it all day, Im sure it will be great." Responded Gloria. "Are you kidding me?" called Dandy. Quickly, he stood up, glaring at his mother. "You know I do not like that! But you make it anyways. You come with me, if I don't eat, you aren't allowed to either." Yelled Dandy as he stared at his new 'friend'. Slowly, Cynthia stood up and nodded, setting her napkin on the table. She'd follow Dandy to his play room, which had been full of useless things. Cynthia sighed as she looked out the window. "I can't believe mother. I hate Scallops. She knows this." He'd growl as he began to throw a tantrum. "What can you even do!?" he barked towards Cynthia, who in response opened her mouth, about to speak. "Forget it, I don't even care. Just sit down somewhere and be quiet while I think of a game for us to play. "
Cynthia took her seat as requested, her hands folded over her lap, her eyes watching Dandy pace in his playroom. "Let's play doctor. Mother got me a new set of toys. I will be the doctor and you are my patient. Got it. You better do your best or you will be out in the streets again." He said to her, snottily at that. Cynthia nodded slowly, swallowing as she watched him put on a doctors coat. He'd exit the room and give it a minute as he came in. In his hand was a clipboard and a sheet of paper. "Sorry it took me so long, I was with another Patient. Can you tell me why you are visiting the clinic today?" he asked, looking up at her from the clipboard. Cynthia stared at him, her mouth hanging open. "Uhh…It should be on your clipboard…doctor?" she responded, a slight attitude in her voice due to this cheesy scenario. "Oh…That's right. Your annual breast exam." He responded through grit teeth, his eyes glaring into hers. Slowly, he approached her, his hand reaching towards her breast. Cynthia glared at him, her hand smacking his away. "I think you are wrong.." she responded with a glare. Instantly he growled as his hand shot towards her, grabbing her neck violently, he begin to squeeze it lightly. "You aren't playing the game right!" he screamed at her as she tried pushing him off, to no avail of course. His blue eyes locked with hers. "Are you going to play it right!?" he screamed at her, who at this point could only nod her head as her eyes teared up. He'd remove his hand, looking at her with an annoyed expression. "Good, now we are starting over. Do not mess up this time." He'd turn and walk out the door, shutting it behind him.
Cynthia coughed lightly as she rubbed her neck. Instantly she had regretted her choice., she was terrified and didn't know what to do. Her only choice was to play along so that he wouldn't kill her. Slowly the door opened, and Dandy would enter again. "Sorry it took me so long, can you tell me what brings you to the clinic today?" he ask as he smiled lightly at her. It was like nothing ever happened. She'd return the smile and nod, "No, No it's quite okay. I was visiting today because I have been feeling a bit ill lately. I can't seem to stomach food." She'd say, hoping that she was doing good enough for him. "I see, well hopefully we can fix this." He responded as he took a seat in a chair, his eyes meeting hers. "When did this start?" he asked as he pulled a pen from his jacket pocket. "Well, about a weak ago, I slowly became more and more sick, I can't seem to stomach anything. She responded as she rubbed her stomach slowly. "I see, what have you eaten in the past few days?" he asked, looking at her with a intrigued look on his face. Cynthia would hold a finger to her chin as she 'thought'. "I do believe I ate some seafood from a diner?" she responded. Dandy, would nod slightly a grin on his face. "You must have food poisoning, you'll be fine. Just let the bug pass and you should be on your feet any day." He said with a laugh.
This game went on for a hour until Dandy lost interest. "I am bored, and tired. I want to go to bed." He'd say to her, again the annoyed expression on his face. "Oh..Okay, goodnight Dandy." She'd respond, a meek smile on her face. "You have to tuck me in." he said looking at her like she was an idiot. "Oh..Right" she responded, a light laugh leaving her throat.
He'd lead her to his room, once they had arrived he began to undress. Cynthia blushed slightly as she watched him, unable to pull her eyes away. His skin was flawless, his abs look as if they had been sculpted by a god. She'd swallow hard as she forced herself to look away. Dandy caught wind of that and laughed, "Don't I look great?" he asked as he pulled his robe on. "I worked forever to look this good." He called out as he laid in his bed underneath his blankets. She came up next to him, her hands fixing the blanket. "Goodnight Dandy" she responded as she nodded at him. He'd point to his cheek, "A goodnight kiss?" he responded, which she obliged to, her lips met his cheek. Cynthia bowed slightly as she left the room.
With a huff she entered her room, shutting the door then locking it. She approached the bed, sitting on it, her eyes locked with the floor. "What…the…hell" she said as she laid back, her thoughts locked on Dandy and his bizarre behavior. It wasn't ten minutes until she fell asleep.