Hey, everybody! As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm re-writing the story a bit, starting with the middle of chapter two. It's just lately I've been thinking I should write this story differently, so if you have suggestions on how to make this enticing, please let me hear it. ;)
Chapter 2: Relentless Energy Monster
Nos-4-A2 carried the unconsciousness Rosela over the forest to a mountain where there was an abandoned five-story black mansion that he had made his secret hidden home away from town.
He landed in front of the tall doors where two torches lit up as the door was opened by two dwarf-sized green robots. One of them was wearing a butler's uniform and the other wore a maid's uniform, their eyes glowing eerily red which meant they were under his control.
"Welcome home, Dark Master," they both nodded as they bowed their heads respectfully. They were both astonished to see a human girl in their master's arms. "Who is that?"
"A girl I met in a forest where I was having my private meal," he explained as he looked at her. "I was going to finish her off to keep her from telling everyone about me...but then I changed my mind."
"Changed your mind?" they echoed. "What do intend to do with her, then?"
Cradling her upper torso in his right arm, his left finger tilted her chin as he looked at her with a calm desire.
"I plan to make her my own," he answered softly.
The two little bots were shocked, then they smiled in excitement. "Then, do you want us to prepare the wedlock?"
"Wait a moment," he signaled calmly. "I understand your enthusiasm, but this girl has just arrived. So before we prepare for anything, I would like to see what sort of girl she is first so I shall know exactly what I am keeping."
"Understood, Master," they bowed.
Nos-4-A2 slipped his left behind her knees again as he floated up the black stairs where he came to the third floor and went down a long dark hallway where torches on the walls were burning. Then he came to the end of the hall in front of a door.
His left monocle blinked which was his way of ordering the door to open which it did to his command. Inside was a spacious room with a bare bed sitting on the right side of the place, and a balcony across from the door.
When he carried her to the mattress that he gently placed her on, he stood there as the moonbeams from the balcony's glass door made her fair skin glow, her face looking irresistible to him as he held a lock of her hair in right hand, wrapping the red lock around his finger that he rubbed to enjoy her hair's soft texture.
"You are a true beauty, my dear. 'Tis a good thing your features prevented me from harming you or I wouldn't have such a prize," he whispered with a scary grin.
He left go of her hair as he curled his right finger that he put on his pointy chin, thinking about something as he kept looking at her.
"Hmm...I don't even know your name."
He thought he could simply wait until she woke up to learn what her name was, but he looked at her left pocket to see something was in there.
"Ah, her wallet. She must have an ID that will tell me her name." Looking at the slumbering girl, he said, "Do pardon me" before he slipped his right fingers to pull the pink wallet out of her shorts' pocket.
He found that she indeed had an ID that told him her name was...
"Rosela..." he said to himself. He grinned as he looked at her. "A lovely name for such a lovely creature," he stated.
Putting the wallet back in her pocket, he continued staring at her, eagerly waiting for her to awaken so he could get to know her.
After several minutes, Rosela's eyes fluttered as she started regaining consciousness. When she saw she was in a dark room and in bed, she first thought she was in her old room and that her terrifying experience last night was just a very bad nightmare.
Quietly sighing in relief, she rested her right cheek on the pillow, ready to sleep some more. Feeling cold with no quilt, she tried reaching for hers...but she didn't feel it anywhere on her bed.
"Hang on. Something is different about my bed."
She lifted her head to inspect her mattress...to find it wasn't hers at all. And neither was this room!
"Finally coming around, are we?" asked the relaxed, familiar robotic voice that came from her left side where she looked to see...
"No! That mechanical animal is real?!"
Denying this reality, she immediately slipped off of the bed that she backed away from. Then, noticing moonlight spread across the floor beside her left, she saw the balcony that she bolted for.
"Wait!" he called.
"Like I'm going to listen!" she rebuked to herself, bursting the balcony doors open. She hastily looked over the railing only to gasp at the 50ft drop. "N-No way I can survive a fall like that!"
Then she felt her arms pinned to her sides and her feet off of the balcony floor when her captor picked her up, making her gasp in shock and tremble in terror.
"Now, you weren't attempting to jump off from here?" he inquired in an astonishingly lecturing yet cool tone as he delicately stroked his left fingers on the top of her head. "Were you?"
Full of fear as she was, she knew he wanted a response, so she shook her head to save herself the impossible challenge of using her voice at a nightmarish time like this.
"And it's not a nightmare or I couldn't feel his ice-cold arms," she understood with a sinking heart.
"Good," he approved as he put his left arm around her again, "because I would be greatly disappointed that my guest would leave this world so suddenly."
"So suddenly? Wait...he's not going to eradicate me? But I'm a witness. What's his game?"
"I know you're wondering why you're still alive," he started.
"That did cross my mind," she acknowledged with a mild tone that honestly took him by surprise and impressed him.
However, he did give his plan more thought and he felt it was too soon to tell her he wanted to make her his consort if her character was amiable enough.
So he made up something. "You see...you are the first to ever have a good look at the only energy vampire...and as I'm sure you know, I am not completely trusting. Despite that, I simply do not like getting blood on myself just to silence someone."
Her eyes widened when she knew what he was insinuating. "So...you're imprisoning me?"
"Imprison?" he echoed in an amused tone, as if she was blowing out of proportion. "Perish the thought. I prefer making you my guest."
"A permanent guest," Rosela hissed bitterly to herself.
The thought of living here in a villain's lair for life made her twist her heart in agony.
"No. No. This can't be happening! I've...I've lost my freedom? To an energy monster of all things?!"
Tears inevitably fell down her cheeks, her subconsciously pulling herself out of his grasp to his bewilderment as she ran back inside until she had her knees land on the center of the room, covering her drenched face.
Nos-4-A2 remained on the balcony, feeling more troubled with puzzlement than remorse.
He put his left finger on the corner of his head as he cogitate on how to make this work.
"Well, of course she would find this all overwhelming, being in a robot's hidden home so suddenly."
Attempting to use his charm to win her over, he put on a nonchalant grin as he floated behind her.
"Now, now," he spoke, spooking Rosela who kept her face hidden and her back turned to him. "You don't want to wallow in despondency and give me the silent treatment for eternity, do you? After all, if you live here, you won't be forced to suffer the every day struggles people put up with. Such as paying bills and taxes. Who wants soporific things like that ever again?"
"It's more tolerable than living in a murderer's dwelling forever, being fed lies that I'm a guest!" she shouted in her head, knowing better than to stir his wrath by saying it straight to his face.
"Plus," he went on, pulling her off of her knees, pressing her back against his chest, her squeezing her eyes shut as she shivered. "I don't plan to treat you as a prisoner even though you must stay here." He held her right hand, having her arm rest on his. "You shall be treated as a lady."
"Great, more sugar-coated words that provide no consolation," she reproached sullenly.
Though her glower was unchanged, she nearly twitched when she felt him massaging her hand.
"Take my word for it, my dear, you don't want to enemies with me," he promised, his grin unwavering. "Maybe I cannot control an organic like I can a robot..."
"Wait, what's he mean by controlling robots?"
"...but that doesn't make me any less deadly," he whispered, making her blood cold.
He leaned the side of his head against hers as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders.
"So why don't we make the best of it, hmm?" he inveigled.
Rosela almost fainted again, thinking about the option of talking to this abomination for the rest of her days.
Her skin crawled when he kissed her hand, then she had a horrible realization behind his friendly actions.
"He...wants to make me...his bride?!" she cried in disbelief.
But when she thought about it, why else would he keep her here? Getting rid of a witness would be much easier than keeping them locked up in the fiend's lair.
"And besides, he doesn't anything about me except my name, so he wouldn't know what I can offer him other than be his doll."
She fought the sickness in her stomach, wishing to pass out again when she knew he was feeling her hair when he moved his left cheek in her ruby locks.
"I want to lose consciousness. I want to lose consciousness," she beseeched, sobbing in her heart.
His left hand cupped her left cheek to make her face him even though she kept her eyes closed.
"Give this a chance," he said softly and sweetly.
"He means to give him a chance."
So her options were this: Either let him treat her as a toy or refuse him and be killed.
Unable to accept a life with him, unconsciousness reclaimed her as she desperately wished for.
He blinked when her head went limb. He nudged her, but her arms dangled like a rag doll.
An exasperated expression showed on his triangular face as he looked at her.
"Well, I suppose I should have seen this coming." He grinned as he held her bridal style. "But I do not give up that easily."
