Author's note: First of all, thank you to anyone who read the first chapter, I realize that there may have been some errors, if there are any in the following chapter (or any of them really ^-^) just let me know and I'll try to fix it. Bad spelling and grammar make me sad :(. Also, i think i'll make shorter chapters so that i can upload more often. It also makes it easier if i have writers block and can't make a good long chapter :D. But there will be some longer chapters when I feel like it or just need it to be longer for informational purposes. Now... to the story!
When I had first arrived at the "Dark House" as i had been instructed to call it, I was a bit suspicious that the sisters were going to try to sell me to some sort of "escort service." As it turns out, my suspicions were incredibly inaccurate. They are not selling me off, they're torturing me. Every day, i sit in the bland room I'm locked in, writing on the walls, coming up with songs, and drawing. i have colors i could use, but i draw what i feel, and i feel... black. In the afternoon i hear screams from somewhere in the house. they are screams from a girl, one who is obviously new to pain. I've been here at least two months, and I learned that, vocalizing your pain is useless if no one's around, back when I took self defense classes. I take my torture in silence, remembering that, everyone dies alone, one way or another.
Every night, When the clouded sky turns a charcoal gray, i hear a hollow knock on the door. And every day, I square my shoulders, set my jaw, and call out for the door to be opened. on my cue, the door opens and I am led out to the hall, down a set of stairs, and to the sister's study. Once there, my hands and feet are bound by the sisters and i am brought down a dark, damp hallway that smells of mold. there are heavy doors at the end, they open with no contact as if by magic, and behind them lies the room that plagues my nightmares.
The air in the room is thick with the smell of blood, both mine and that of the bodies that lie, desecrated, on one of the two large tables in the room. the other is covered in cogs and arcane surgical instruments of all kinds. On the wall are several sets of shackles, I am locked into a pair that is around six and a half feet from the ground. And since I'm only five three, this is incredibly stressful on my muscles.
A thick needle is injected into one of my many visible veins and a liquid like acid burns in my veins until the sun rises. The dark sisters call me their "side project." But I know I'm just their toy, their experiment. When I die from this poison I'll just become one of the nondescript bodies tossed on the pile.
It took some time, but I got past my denial and have accepted that somehow, I've traveled in time. There goes my skeptist viewpoint.
AN: It was super short but oh well, have no fear, Will is arriving soon ;D. ok baiii!