Author's Notes: I'm floating through time here... OoOoOoOoOoO, anyway, here's the next chapter.
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I have just turned eleven. I no longer speak to anyone expect my Master. I am no longer living.
I am a ghost to all who see me. No soul. No heart. No emotions. I am scared for my life. I have no
escape.
I am sitting in the basement, knees pulled to my chest, arms hugging them tight. Waiting.
Waiting for what?
I don't know.
Why wait?
There has to be something out there for me... some help...
You've been telling yourself this for years.
I stop thinking and hug myself tighter. I hear the front door open and heavy foot steps enter without
being invited. Conversation kicks in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Lesandra snaps.
"King's orders," A deep voice says, "We've been told you're keeping a human prisoner here."
"Nonsense, Bardock," Lesandra says, trying to smile it off, "You all should just go back home."
"We're taking a look around," Silence, and then footsteps. All around on the top floor. Walking back and forth,
things being removed from their places. Rooms be searched, stripped of everything.
'DOWN HERE!' My mind yelled. But my mouth did not move. No words were formed. No knock on the basement door. No
light shining through. Nothing. Voices again.
"Any other rooms in this house we didn't check?" Bardock asks.
"No, none at all," Lesandra smiles. The footsteps leave. "Bakas." Lesandra walks down to the basement,
I never realized the door is hidden before... but it must be. She smirks down at me. "Telling someone on your trips
to the store where you came from, eh?!?!" She's glaring at me. "Stand up." I nod and do as told. "Whipping post." I slowly
make my way to the splintered wood and I am tied up.
Leather stinging into my skin. Hot blood dripping down my skin, soaking the ends of my clothes. No tears anymore. Just
my clinched fists. I inhale, sharp breathes. Exhale sharp. Just keep breathing.
"Little bitch," Lesandra hisses, "I should kill you." No fear. Don't show anything. My eyes want to cry, but no tears form.
Nothing. She unties me, and I fall to my knees in a bloody heap. She pauses, footsteps upstairs. My heart is pounding. "..." She makes
not a sound. She seems frozen. The basement door opens, shining light in on me. My eyes hurt. I don't want to see anymore. I close them.
Darkness.
The last thing I hear is, "The sentence of kidnapping and abusing a human is death."
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Author's Notes: Yeah, it's pretty short. -___- SORRY! Hope you liked! Thanks for the reviews!!! ^___^
Disclaimer:
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I have just turned eleven. I no longer speak to anyone expect my Master. I am no longer living.
I am a ghost to all who see me. No soul. No heart. No emotions. I am scared for my life. I have no
escape.
I am sitting in the basement, knees pulled to my chest, arms hugging them tight. Waiting.
Waiting for what?
I don't know.
Why wait?
There has to be something out there for me... some help...
You've been telling yourself this for years.
I stop thinking and hug myself tighter. I hear the front door open and heavy foot steps enter without
being invited. Conversation kicks in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Lesandra snaps.
"King's orders," A deep voice says, "We've been told you're keeping a human prisoner here."
"Nonsense, Bardock," Lesandra says, trying to smile it off, "You all should just go back home."
"We're taking a look around," Silence, and then footsteps. All around on the top floor. Walking back and forth,
things being removed from their places. Rooms be searched, stripped of everything.
'DOWN HERE!' My mind yelled. But my mouth did not move. No words were formed. No knock on the basement door. No
light shining through. Nothing. Voices again.
"Any other rooms in this house we didn't check?" Bardock asks.
"No, none at all," Lesandra smiles. The footsteps leave. "Bakas." Lesandra walks down to the basement,
I never realized the door is hidden before... but it must be. She smirks down at me. "Telling someone on your trips
to the store where you came from, eh?!?!" She's glaring at me. "Stand up." I nod and do as told. "Whipping post." I slowly
make my way to the splintered wood and I am tied up.
Leather stinging into my skin. Hot blood dripping down my skin, soaking the ends of my clothes. No tears anymore. Just
my clinched fists. I inhale, sharp breathes. Exhale sharp. Just keep breathing.
"Little bitch," Lesandra hisses, "I should kill you." No fear. Don't show anything. My eyes want to cry, but no tears form.
Nothing. She unties me, and I fall to my knees in a bloody heap. She pauses, footsteps upstairs. My heart is pounding. "..." She makes
not a sound. She seems frozen. The basement door opens, shining light in on me. My eyes hurt. I don't want to see anymore. I close them.
Darkness.
The last thing I hear is, "The sentence of kidnapping and abusing a human is death."
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Author's Notes: Yeah, it's pretty short. -___- SORRY! Hope you liked! Thanks for the reviews!!! ^___^