'Touch me and I will scream
Kiss me and I will fall
Love me and I will die'
The stark white danced keenly infront of her eyes as she slowed to a stop the pulse beating her brain a thousand times a second. Head level with knees, vision swimming vividly a front her eyes, breath pulled in as if struggling not to be her last.
In her imagination a creak shocked her ears, her body span round to counter it but a dead silent corridor of start white met her eyes. The wide eyes of only a child swept up the corridor dissecting every darkened doorway and hallowed light, but every darkened doorway and hallowed light was a repeat of the last darkened doorway and hallowed light. All the same. Never ending.
Her body and sight dropped once more to the floor levelling her body as the breath and composure was once more attempted to be regained. Contrary to the desire both actions froze on turning, as the black expensive leather shoes fixed in the girl's mind and were recognised. The emotion first felt after the silence was not of panic, for that emotion had already been to well worn that evening but more of a accepted sorrow. Tonight I will die, but I don't want to.
Her eyes did not bother to rise to meet his for the law of Murphy told her already of their colour and definition. Instead her body tensed for one final flight of fear from the unknown. She released the power of her entire natural instinct of survival into a run that would have over doubled her personal best in any previous better conditioned run.
His laughter and joy at her final flight echoed of the walls and hit her bruised body with a haunting menace leaving her only to run faster, rounding a corner in the never ending hotel of corridors. A break from the never ending doorways came as her bouncing vision fixed upon a balcony leading into the starred night sky. With an added veracity she reached it jumping up to the plastered white wall supporting her weight with her under-grown arms.
The night air pulled back her hair from her face and she let in a gasp of the cool sea-salted air. She barely paused for a fraction of a second but the pleasure of being alive wrecked her body a thousand times in that time. Her eyes which had been closed to the pleasure opened again searching for a way off the first story to the ground below without the aide of a body bag.
No stairs or fire escapes were in sight but below the soft lap of the swimming pool bathed in moonlight brought a touch of hope. It was a good drop liable to break necks even if she ever managed to jump out far enough to reach the soft water. A glance behind her proved her time frail and low. Pulling her legs up to join her body, releasing her weary arms of their strain, she crouched like a frog for a second gathering power before springing away. Her last sight of the endless corridors was centred with her torturer in black's eyes gleaming a florissant pale blue shining under the moonlight almost as strongly as his white ivory fangs.
Her body plunged into the ice water a sharp pain ripping through her body which was instantly numbed as the last of her body was submerged. A small wave of red water passed her eyes like smoke ascending to the heavens. Her body was frozen in the position she had met the water with.
It was a couple of seconds before she realised she couldn't move or breath. It was a couple more before she realised she didn't want to.
More red water passed her face before her eyes closed completely. She was numb and didn't feel when her body hit the pool floor. The face of her first love passed her mind and inwardly she smiled. She was at peace perhaps. Just for a little while.
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