Hey im back and im warning you all now the next few chapters are going to be LONG compared to previous ones. So I hope you guys don't mind that, what with you lot being used to shorter chapters and all… lol
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(btw! Martha basically been removed from DW! New companion coming up, hope shes better than freema! Sorry if you liked her, I wasn't much of a fan!)
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Chapter 12:

Rose had passed out again and this time she awoke with a better sense of judgement and movement but still had some hazy feeling that was clouding over her reaction time and restricting her energy flow.

She slowly opened her eyes and found herself gazing at a different ceiling. For starts the room actually had light coming from a rather large extravagant crystal chandelier, not too big, not too small. The crystals were hung in circular rows, however when Rose shifted she noticed that they were actually arranged in a 3D spiral shape, noticeable from the side. As light streamed through the wondrous piece it seemed to flicker and dance with rows of colours streaming out of it creating a gentle setting.

As she slowly managed to lift herself she briefly paused to slow down the huge masses of confusion in her mind to try and get to grips with what was happening and where she was.

She didn't know where she was relative to the palace, and worst of all she seemed to have been transported again into another room in some large building, from what she could gather.

As she looked around the room she noticed it was based around the colour scarlet, and other shades of it. The carpet had a base of deep blood red with other smaller carpets on top it is with light shade of red. Then the furniture was decorated with red painted decorative designs or draped in red tapestry. As one looked toward the ceiling the shades of red became lighter and lighter till there was pure white above herself.

The room was strangely intoxicating and she found herself revisiting every last spot she last looked at, just to appreciate the enormous effort that must have gone into decorating this room.

It when she looked down that she noticed it. Her heart raced and her stomach flipped as bile began to rise within her.

She was in a different set of clothes.

What the hell? Was all she could manage to think.

She stood up hazily and began to run her hands across the insinuatingly soft material and the dangerously high cut slit that ran down the side of this red dress that seemed to cling to her harder than any other corset she had worn before.

The top half was a typical corset, obviously done up tighter than usual, showing any uncomfortably large amount of her breasts. Upon the hips the dress loosened and had a bit more volume to it, however not too much. It was in between a normal flowing dress and an extremely posh Victorian era dress. The dress was long and completely covered her feet, which she also noticed had different shoes on, rather beautiful high heeled velvet stilettos.

As she turned she gasped to noticed how beautiful she looked in the dress. It was as if it was tailored for her body. Rose shuddered.

That bastard undressed me; he could have done anything to me. Oh God…

Rose felt so violated and angry at the same time she felt that she could burst in one go. Images of the previous encounters with her kidnapper flashed before her eyes. Squeezing her eyes shut and clapping her hands around her body she forced herself not to throw up. His hands roaming all over her body, his moans of pleasure…

Rose screamed, not loudly but it ripped through her soul. There was a sudden silence from the mass chaos swimming through her mind and it took her a moment to regain her composure, or what she had left of it…

With a frown on her face she set herself the task of escaping. She strode to the door at a careful pace and slowly opened it.

Peaking her head out she noticed that there was a source of light to her right. As she stepped out she quietly shut the door and slowly walked towards the light. Every step she took echoing around her, quicken her heart beat as she prepared herself for any danger that may lie ahead.

As she turned a corner to follow the light source she began to hear some light musical playing, similar to the sound of a violin. She slowly rounded the corner and saw a large door slightly ajar and found an almost blinding amount of light shining through and a now clear set of musical notes following suite.

She stepped forward tentatively with her right arm stretched out. When she was fully pressed to the door she slowly tilted her head to look inside the room.

She gasped, before her was the largest ballroom she had ever seen in her life. Carefully looking around from what angles she could see through the gap in between the two orders she pushed the door open and allowed a wave of light and music hit let literally.

It was beautiful, a ceiling which seemed to stretch to infinite, gold plated and painted with masked figures dancing and angels watching from above. Around the room enormous statues of gold positioned in different areas watching on to where she assumed couples would dance.

But what completely stole her breathe was the chandelier. If she thought that small poor excuse of a light source she'd just seen was beautiful, then this master piece was beyond any possible words that could be used to describe it. It was similar to the previous chandelier in that it was a spiral of crystals, however unlike before where the light was illuminated from bulbs surrounded by crystals; this chandelier was light bulbs physically integrated within the crystals, making it glow all the more brightly.

Rose's mouth was partly open and all she could do was walk slowly towards the chandelier and stand beneath it, straining her neck to allow her to look directly above herself and watch the chandelier in all its glory as music played through her soul. She gently shut her eyes and imagined she was not alone, but with someone special, perhaps a lover. Someone who could share this moment with her and beneath her eye lids one figure stood out in an instant. Goofy grin, rustled hair, tall, slim body, strong posture and contradicting soft brown eyes. Doctor… Slowly Rose opened her eyes as a single tear trickled down her face. Shutting her eyes once more she took a deep breath and decided they had been parted for far too long.

She lowered her head and slowly opened her eyes, turning on her heels to head out of the ballroom to find the exit. She turned and began to move forward when she hit someone directly behind her. She paused and looked up.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as tears began to brim within her eyes as her voice escaped her, leaving her paralysed.

Before her stood a man in a mask all too familiar to her. Rose stumbled backwards but the man lunged towards her and grabbed her around the waist and across her chest.

Rose struggled against her captor and turned head on to him so she could use all her might to push off of him. As she turned and began pushing him, his grip suddenly became extremely tight across her chest, winding her slightly. He released his arm across her waist and held his hand before her face in a sort of "unarmed" manner. She watched his hand as it slowly moved towards his mask.

Her heart was racing and her stomach was out of control. She couldn't do this anymore; she wished he would just kill her now and end this distress within her. However not before her curiosity was tamed and she found out the identity or face of the man who was to bring her her death.

She followed his hand as it slowly rested against the back of his cheek and slide under his mask. His grip tightened and a slight push was exerted on the mask to remove its hold from his face. Slowly he removed his mask.

Once the mask was removed Rose's eyes were transfixed and widened. Her legs began to feel weak and her heart seemed to be losing its ever lasting battle to keep her going. Her eyes filled with tears and her hands balled into fists as she gave one last try before she would allow herself to accept death. She released a high pitched scream, carrying tiredness, anguish and torment.

Her voice echoed across the whole of the underground mansion and not so very far away the smell of dread and sound of a terrified breaking heart could be heard…

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