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I just stared at my wrist for a second trying to figure out how this could have happened. Why did this have to happen to me. I had pulled the blanket over my body and remained curled up in the corner of the bed. The screaming of the other girls stopped. Were they dead? How many of them were here?
More importantly what's happened to Kevin? The door began to click, a sign it was unlocking. I was alert immediately and watched the door open again. I stared at the figure who was in the door way and I was disturbed at who it was. Kevin was back only this time he was in a black skirt and red turtle neck sweater. Even a gold necklace completed the outfit. He stood poised and calm almost like a woman of a noble family. He looked me over some
"Well… stand up let me get a good look at you." he said. His voice was high, calm and feminine now. Okay, I wasn't a fool. He had multiple personalities. That explained quite a lot. He then raised his hand curling his fingers. "Come come now little bird. I won't hurt you." I stared at him for a moment not believing him. I slowly moved the covers off me and scooted to the side of the bed. That's as far as I could go. My feet touched the ground and Kevin- or whoever this woman was looked me over.
"My you are so very beautiful dear." He complimented, and I felt my words were caught in my throat for a second.
"Thank you, ma'am." I said softly and now he or she gave a gentle chuckle.
"Patricia, but I applaud your manners. Tell me what is your name?" she replied. I swallowed some. Did she really not know my name? She then rolled her eyes playfully. "I just want to know how it's pronounced from your lips dear." Was that supposed to comfort me?
"Teleya." I replied. Patricia hummed gently.
"Teleya. Quite exquisite." she commented, and I gave a gentle nod.
"Thank you." I replied. She gave a hum in response.
"I hope this room is to your liking. It will be your new home for a very long time. Once you prove you can be trusted, you will be unchained and allowed to roam the room. Now of course there are rules." she explained as she began to walk back and forth in the room. My mother used to do that. She was unpredictable and vicious if not careful and I couldn't assume this situation to be different.
"What are your rules, Ms. Patricia?" I asked. She smiled at me.
"Trying to escape will keep you chained longer. You do as your told and you will be released. If I feel you have proven yourself to be completely trustworthy then you will be allowed to leave this room. I will make sure your clothed and fed. Dennis will keep you company when I am away. Do not get his hopes up however, I have told him you are not to be touched. We have much to prepare for." She explained. I blinked rapidly as I took in her words.
Be a good girl and you'll be rewarded, talk back to me and you will get the belt again.
Her rules were nothing new to me.
"What are preparing for?" I asked softly and she kept a calm smile on her face.
"Why preparing for you to meet him." she answered. I swallowed some.
"The Beast." I replied. He must be another personality of Kevin's. I wonder how many he has. But from the name alone, he must be a dangerous personality. I may not be an expert, but I know I had to really play it safe with all personalities.
"Yes. He protects us all and watches over us. His power is… unmatched." she said and I swallowed again in fear of what this would mean for me. I have heard cases of some people suffering from different personalities having violent and murderous personalities. But this couldn't happen out of the blue. Kevin had to have suffered some type of trauma in his life time.
"I hope he likes me." I replied. Patricia nodded.
"For your sake I hope he does too." she replied.
"How many of you are there?" I asked gently, trying to keep sounding respectful.
"Including him? 24." she said. My eyes widened some, but I quickly kept it together. 24. Is that even possible? I felt very panicked now. I started to pant more. Patricia looked at me with soft eyes as she came over and sat beside me.
"Shh shh. No dear it is alright. You are completely safe with us." she said gently stroking my hair and I couldn't even look at her. Her hand was so soft and smooth.
"Except the Beast." I replied.
"No one can truly know the Beast's mind. But understand, we all want what's best for Kevin and Kevin wants you." he said. "The Beast will take that into consideration when he comes." I needed to get out of here soon. I heard more screaming now coming from outside the room. I found myself sitting up now. I hadn't realized, Patricia had soothed me into her chest and I was lying on it. She smiled and stood up.
"Dennis will return soon with food and proper clothes for you. How does a peanut butter and jelly sandwich sound?" she asked. I hated peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a passion, but I was not about to tell her that. I nodded. "Good. Now if you'll excuse me I shall go take care of our other guests." She got back up and smoothly walked over to the door.
"Other guests? Are they going to meet the Beast too?" I asked. She turned and gave me a deviant smile.
"Their purpose is far more different than yours. You should consider yourself very lucky." she said before exiting the room. I heard the familiar click of the lock. What did that mean? I sighed heavily and just curled back up and cried. I had no way of knowing what time it was or if it was even daytime. Oh God give me strength. I looked around the room some more wondering if the other girls were in a room just like mine. Were they going to be killed by this unknown personality? Was I going to be killed? I couldn't trust anything that these personalities said.
The room was small and there was carpet on the floor. Where was I? A warehouse maybe? Somewhere underground? I rested my head against the wall after I moved back against the wall. I needed to get my wrist free. Who knew how long it would take to gain the trust of all of those personalities before they released me. I needed to know who the main personality was that was in charge. It could very well be Patricia. Or maybe it was Dennis. Oh god what if his other personalities were down right crazy?
I don't know how long I sat here with major anxiety building, but the door unlocked again and in came Patricia- no Dennis. He was back in his well-dressed and cleaned clothes. In his hand was a plate with what looked like a sandwich on it. He came up to the bed and I leaned back into the wall. He just stood there looking down at me with the plate in front of his stomach. His eyes were cold and unreadable. As a child, he wasn't this hard, this dark. He held the plate out a bit from him toward me.
"Here." he replied. I looked at the plate and steadily reached for it, only for him to withdraw just a bit. I recoiled my hand back frowning at whatever mind game he was playing.
"Oh fuck you." I snapped.
"Do not tempt me." he snapped back just as quick. He leaned in on the bed, placing the plate down and putting his hands in the bed. His body dipped down toward me. I wanted to melt into the wall so badly. "You were a child then and I could not hurt you, but now you are older. You can experience pain."
"I know pain. Anything you do to me will just be added scars." I hissed lowly. We stared at each other hard and coolly. His eyes roamed my body for a split second.
"It would appear so. Who did this to you?" he asked. My frown remained.
"Mom." I stated blankly and he scoffed.
"They're the worst aren't they? Dirty, filthy creatures. They say they love you but then turn out to be cunts." he said with disdain, his face leaning in to mine. I finally looked away him.
"I have no opinion on them." I said, since they are all different obviously.
"Hmm." was his only reply before leaning back up and just inhaling calmly as if trying to calm down from jumping off the deep end. "I am to go to your home and get you something suitable to wear. What I bring back you WILL wear." I only nodded not wanting to anger him anymore than I had. I knew what clothes I had. Nothing too revealing if anything I loved my skirts and dresses that made me feel good about the weight I had dropped. I had a few rompers too, but nothing crazy.
"May I make a request?" I asked slowly reaching to pull the plate closer to me. Dennis looked me over with suspicion his eyes remaining cloudy and unreadable.
"Depends." Was his only response.
"Can you bring me the shampoo and conditioner inside my shower and the two pink and white bottles on my sink… you can't miss them." I said. He inhaled some already tensing as if I was asking for too much. "Don't want my hair to get dry, break and fall out do you?" He blinked and looked up as if thinking about my words. He then looked back at me.
"Going out of my way means I want something in return." he said. I was still now unsure of what that meant.
"What do you want?" I asked lowly. He looked me over, his head moving down and then up to take in my full form. He just stared at me intently.
"I want you to dance for me. Without clothes on. To a song of my choosing." he said quickly. His body sort of tensed of as if ready for some type of rejection or argument. I looked him over some unsure of what I should say. I could say no and just go for lord knows how long until my head mats up and eventually locks up. No. I didn't go through years of healing and happiness to suddenly give it all up. Besides once he saw my scars, he'd probably just want me to cover up again. Men didn't like scars. I nodded once.
"Okay. One dance, naked, one song." I replied. His eyes suddenly brightened as if stunned and now were filled with excitement.
"Pink bottles?" he asked. I nodded.
"On the sink, they are the only two bottles there." I replied.
"Shampoo and conditioner?" he asked, as if we were negotiating terms.
"In the shower. Deva Curl: Decadence." I added. He raised his head some, before holding out one hand.
"We seal our agreements with handshakes." he said. I looked at his hand and then up at him. "Once we shake we do not go back on our words." I was worried about what this meant in the future, but I was hoping this future wouldn't be a long stay here. I took his hand and shook it.
"Agreed."