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Chapter Three- Piper

Dwyn slowly opened her eyes and winced. There he was, sitting right next to her bed, Willy Wonka.

"You sure do faint a lot." The chocolatier commented.

"I've just… I've been through a lot lately." She replied slowly. This had to be a dream. Rubbing her eyes and sitting up, Dwyn sighed. "So… you're really him? The dashing and famous Willy Wonka?"

Willy nodded. "Yup. And you are…?"

Dwyn could smack herself. "Dwyn Cathal Ashby, Mr. Wonka. It's a pleasure to meet you, though, I do wish it was under better circumstances."

She held out her hand and Willy looked at it skeptically, her hand fell by her side. "Sorry." She muttered.

Willy smiled at her. "Are you okay, Miss Ashby?"

Dwyn frowned in thought. Am I okay? "I'm a little… shaken."

"Shaken?" He asked curiously.

He wants an explanation…She thought nervously. Well, I suppose I owe him that much. "I've just graduated from Oxford, Mr.Wonka, and my mother lived in this town. I came to visit her for the summer… Yesterday, when I arrived at the apartment building after running some errands, it was in flames and… my mother didn't survive."

The chocolatier's expression was impassive, but Dwyn saw confusion in his eyes. "But why did you come to my factory?" He asked.

"Because it seemed like a safe place… Because, to me, your factory is a haven for dreams, it every innocent child's dream since the day you opened it and still is today… Because, Mr. Wonka, all I want and dream about is to have my mother back…" Her eyes were watering now. "D-does that answer your question?"

Willy nodded and smiled at her, but his smile quickly turned into a frown. What of she's lying? The little voice in the back of his mind said. What if she's a spy sent from a copying candy maker?

To those questions, the great chocolatier had no answers… and that made him uneasy.

By now, Dwyn was waving her hand in front of Wonka's face. "Mr. Wonka?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her intently, which quite frankly, was making her uneasy.

"I was just wondering if you could show me the way out of this establishment… I need to return home to see my friends and get in touch with my family."

Willy's mind was racing. I can't let her go… what if she is a spy!? What if she wasn't even asleep when I took her through the factory to bring her here!? She can't leave, she'll tell everyone about my factory!

"Oh you won't be leaving." Willy stated casually.

"W-what?"

"Well, I can't have you running about town telling people about my factory" He said in an obvious tone.

With that he got up and started toward the door, but Dwyn caught up with him. "But you can't do that! I need to get back to my friends and the rest of my family! You've-"

And the door slammed shut.

"This is called kidnapping!" She shouted while banging on the door, her antics ceased when the pain to her hands became too much.

Turning around, Dwyn took a good look at her prison cell. It was painted a light blue with lavender trimmings, in fact, all the trimmings and accessories were either lavender or white. The room was beautiful, but that wasn't what the young woman was thinking about, she was too occupied with the fact that she was being held hostage by a chocolatier.

And that was what made her the most uneasy of all.

An hour later, the door opened and someone came in… Yet Dwyn couldn't see anyone. Frowning in thought, she leaned over the side of the bed she was lying on and almost jumped out of her pale skin… it was a little person. He seemed of native descent and had a red jumpsuit on. He waved.

"Hello." Dwyn murmured nervously. I'm going crazy… first getting held hostage by Willy Wonka and now a little man in a vibrant red jumpsuit, it's official; I've finally gone mad.

The little man did some hand movements and Dwyn furrowed her brow in confusion.

"I don't seem to understand, Mr.….?"

The man sighed exasperatedly, Dwyn liked him already. She hurriedly took a pen and paper off the nightstand and handed it to him.

He scribbled something down onto the paper and handed it back to her. Unfortunately, Dwyn never got the chance to read it because the door was opened.

"It's not polite to come in without knocking, Mr. Wonka." Dwyn said bluntly.

"Well this is my factory, Miss Ashby. I can do whatever I wish."

"But what if I was changing?"

"You couldn't have been because you have no other clothes to change into." The chocolatier stated smartly.

Right.

"I see you've met one of my Oompa Loompas-"

"Oompa… Loompas?"

"Yes… imported directly from Loompa Land, now please don't interrupt me, it's frightfully rude. Now, this here is Piper. He'll be one of the many Oompa Loompas that will help you during your stay here, I hope that you find the room to your tastes?"

"To. My. Tastes?" Dwyn gritted out. "You have the audacity to lock me here after I did nothing to you and now you ask if I like the room?! What about a; Oh are you hungry, Dwyn? Are you upset because you're mother's just died and your father is non-existent, Dwyn? Would you like to call somebody, Dwyn? But no. You ask me if I like the bloody room!"

She was by now in Willy's face and he had leaned back, scared. Women were frightening when they were mad, but the chocolatier had some sort of satisfaction when he saw that fire in her eyes… it reminded him of a spicy cinnamon heart.

"Lunch is in an hour."

And he left.

Dwyn collapsed on the bed and cursed angrily, she looked up at Piper and he waved again.

"So, Piper the Oompa Loompa, eh?"

He nodded.

"Tell me Mr. Piper… is your dear chocolatier always like this?"

Piper shook his head.

Oh Lord. This should be fun.

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