Waking up
It was gruesome. Horrible, but at the same time, beautiful.
Those beautiful girls dressed in Victorian gowns crying and her angelical faces covered in makeup, tears and dirt.
Young Adrien Agreste couldn't believe his eyes. Agreste Manor, his home, was burning down, his parents were dead. And that wasn't even the worst: his respectable father, fashion designer Gabriel Agreste and his lovely mother were crazy criminals. He stared at the four girls crying in the browns, dressed like human dolls and each of their sighs were broken and horrified.
Had his parents done this?
Kidnappers, murderers, psychopaths...
The girls were shocked and couldn't believe they were finally free: the five of them look at the Dollhouse: it was on fire, they had set it on fire, they had regain their freedom.
Marinette wept and sobbed in his chest. Her makeup was messy, her Victorian dress torn and the scars in her back were completely visible.
She sought a young man —a boy— watching the house as shocked as she was.
Then, she looked at her remaining friends: she could see in their faces the hell each of them had passed and survived...
One year ago
Where am I?
Slowly, Marinette opened her eyes. She felt dizzy and her sight was blurry.
What happened?
Where was she? What was that place? She looked around lazily —it was like a Victorian ballroom or a French tea room, all pastel colors and flowers, she even believed she smelled something like cake.
And her body felt so heavy, like it was buried in sand: she looked down at her body and noticed she was wearing a pink french dress alà Rose Bertini: fluffy skirt, tule, satin ribbons and laces.
What happened? What is this place? I have to...
"Careful, girl. You must be so confused. Rose, hand me cold tea, she needs something to drink."
Marinette observed a pretty brunette girl wearing a pale orange baroque dress similar to hers. Her hair was reddish brown and done in locks and braids, her dark face looked like covered in flour or very low quality makeup and huge fake eyelashes surrounded her honey pupils.
Her own eyes felt heavy —was she wearing eyelashes too?
"Where...?"
"Don't talk. You have to recover quickly".
Marinette looked around again and watched carefully the salon. She realized that she wasn't alone —there were four girls more in the room: the one in the orange dress was sitting besides her in a French four-posted bed and three others were standing at the other side of the bed: one was in a fluffy hard pink dress so big she looked like a cake and golden hairs fell from her head to her shoulders and the same bad makeup and eyelashes as the other; the one in the middle was incredibly beautiful, Asian and wearing a traditional Japanese outfit with her hair and face done following the same style; finally, there was a pale girl with black waves of hair falling all over her back until forming violet locks, she had red eyes, a huge lilac royal dress and same doll-like makeup.
As she drank her tea, she felt like inside of an antique dollhouse. There were two big sky blue beds, a beautiful pale pink boudoir and one mint tea table. The walls were white and golden, the wooden floor was dark and three candelabras illuminated the place. There were four doors, one next to the other and completely different: the first one was white and held a sign reading Bathroom in the most beautiful lettering she had ever seen, the second one hold one reading Dresser, the third said Food and the last one didn't read anything, but it was completely out of place: it was made out of black iron.
"Where am I?" asked her again, taking her own hands to her eyes.
"No! Don't!" screeched the one in the purple dress, "if you ruin your makeup, he...!"
"Juleka!" scolded the other.
Juleka? That was her boyfriend's little sister's name.
"Couffaine?" she wondered aloud.
Juleka nodded shyly.
"You're Luka's little sister, right?"
She nodded again as her eyes watered.
"Where am I?" she asked again, this time talking directly to Juleka.
The girl just lowered her sight.
"My name is Alya, what's yours, girl?"
Marinette stared at the other's brown eyes.
"I'm Marine... Marinette. Where the fuck are we? What's going on? Juleka, what...?"
Wait a second...
Juleka, Luka's younger sister, had gone missing a month ago.
"What's the latest you can recall?" asked Alya.
"I... I, uh..."
The memory of a handsome young man crossed her mind.
She was with Luka Couffaine, her boyfriend, he was singing in his concert —he was the son of Rock star Jagged Stone and it was his first concert alone— watching him.
"I was in my boyfriend's concert..."
Juleka led out a distressed sob.
"Brother..."
What the flying fuck?
"Would someone tell me what the hell is happening here?!"
Alya took a deep breath that shook her red locks, but before she could say anything, the Japanese girl spoke:
"You've been kidnapped. We all have!"
"Kagami!"
What
"What...?!"
Suddenly, a red light flood the room and blinded her, literally turning the dream into a nightmare.
"Oh my God! Quick, do as we do and don't try anything, Marine, anything!"
Rose and Juleka sat in the boudoir and held combs and mirrors, while Kagami opened her fan and stood in the corner of the room. Alya took Marinette to the tea table and gave her a cup of tea as she sat and took another one.
"Stay still like a statue and don't do absolutely nothing"
If Marinette hadn't been so scared, she would've found funny how much they looked like dolls in a dollhouse.
"Careful, my love. I have you a present," said a male voice, coming from behind the metal door.
Her eyes widened in horror.
"Did you buy me a new doll?" asked another voice, tiny, girly and fragile.
"Yes, Emilie, I got you a beautiful doll"
"Did you repair my broken dolls?"
"I'm afraid not, love. I tried to but they were helpless. That's why I have you the doll you asked for".
"Do you mean...?"
The voices finally reached the door and the red light went off as it was opened to reveal a beautiful woman in a wheelchair, accompanied by a handsome grown man.
They were famous as fuck: international fashion designer Gabriel Agreste and his wife Emilie Agreste, who used to be a model and actress before a car crash —now, she was kind of crazy.
Emilie stared in awe like a little girl at Marinette.
"It's she, Gabriel! It's she! Luka's new doll! She's so pretty!"
Marinette shivered as the woman caressed her cheek.
"She's so soft."
"She's all yours"
"I want to play with her"
"Just with her?"
"Yes. Take her to my castle"
What? No, no, no... what would she do to her?
Without a second thinking, she let her cup slip from her hand and poured the tea in her dress.
"Oh no! She's ruined!"
Like a five year old girl, Emilie sobbed.
"There, there. I'll clean her. You can take Pinky instead".
"No, just take me upstairs. I want to see my boy."
Gabriel and Emilie left and the girls stared at each other.
Once they closed the door, Marinette got up and yelled in pure terror:
"What the fuck?! What is this place? What happened to me? Why are they...?"
"Shut up, Marinette! Let me talk!"
The girl looked at Kagami crying.
"Gabriel took us here. Each of us, we're dolls for his mad wife."
"Kagami, allow me," begged Alya. She turned to Marinette and tried to smile, "you are Luka Couffaine's girlfriend, right?"
She nodded. That girl seemed so serene, so strong even in the desperate situation.
"Well, you must know
about her... illness"
She certainly did, everybody did, Emilie suffered of schizophrenia since she was a girl, but it all had gotten worse after the accident.
"Emilie is crazy. The only thing that makes her happy is dolls and that's what Gabriel's been getting her," explain Kagami.
Marinette felt her eyes fill up with tears.
"She likes other people's dolls... you and Juleka are here because she saw you with Luka... she only talks about you"
Marinette hugged her knees.
"And you all?"
"We were just vulnerable"
Kagami looked down.
"I'm her best friend's daughter..."
The man had no scruples.
"Every seven days," explain Alya, "he leaves a box of cakes, vitamins, tea bags and water in that room," she pointed at the Food door, "it's a fridge. That's also where he..." she hesitated and looked at the others, who were also trembling.
"What?"
Juleka hugged Rose and looked at Marinette.
"That's where he locks up anyone who messes up. Like... like you, messing your dress".
"For two days. You don't eat or drink anything"
What kind of nightmare...?
"Has it happened to any of you?"
"To me. Multiple times. But I'm lucky I'm still here".
Kagami looked sad, maybe ashamed she was alive and the others... was that what Emilie meant by "broken"?
"What did she meant by broken and castle?"
Rose sat in the bed sobbing.
"Alyx and Mylene, you heard about them?"
They had gone missing a month ago, the same day.
"Mylene was so scared and Alyx was so angry that they messed everything up: Alyx yelled at Emilie and Mylene was hysterical. They left and the next morning Alyx and Mylene were..."
She wept again. Juleka hugged her and kissed her head.
"They were locked in the fridge. We heard them crying for days until no more. That was a week ago."
Alya helped herself with some tea pretending to be calmed. She had too, she was the sanity in the group.
Marine breathed heavily. She was so terrified.
"What does she do to you? I mean, about the castle"
"She plays with us like we were dolls and talks a lot about her son and about Luka's doll. Sometimes she cries and then... she's like a little girl, she likes to..."
"To what?!"
Kagami stepped closer, shaking.
"When spoiled girls are happy, they adore their dolls, but when angry, they're harsh to them"
Torture.
Present day
Marinette, Alya, Kagami, Juleka and Rose spent fourteen more months inside the Dollhouse, being captive and tortured. It was too much for a bunch of fifteen year old girls.
The fire happened a week after Rose had gone to the fridge and never came back and one day after Marinette and Kagami were tortured by Emilie who had a tantrum over the new doll she wanted: another friend's daughter, Lila Rossi. They couldn't take it anymore: if the fire didn't get them out, they would die there.
But it did get them out and their captors were dead.
But, as they watched their prison burn, none of them could believe the nightmare was over.
And it wasn't.
Hello everyone. So you see, this is gonna be a very dark fanfic. If you're soft with some topics, please be careful while reading.
At the same time, it's gonna super incredibly, disgustingly, hugely romantic and corny because that's how I like my Adrinette.
This is gonna be quote short, like a chapter per week and like twenty chapters.
I do hope you like it.