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There were two things that greatly disturbed me when the two brown doors were opened. The fact that there was an extremely long dining table that looked like something from a Victorian banquet movie scene adorned with colossal gold plates of food the type of food rich people would dine on in those days. The biggest shock of all was that there was a 30 foot portrait of me hanging above the the fireplace at the other end of the room. Except, it wasn't me.
It looked just like me but the girl was far older than me and was dressed in the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen. I had never put on a wedding dress in my life apart from when I was eight and liked to try on my mums, but that wasn't anything like that. As my mind focused on the situation in hand I felt myself being steered towards the chair located opposite from the other at either end of the 40 foot table. I did try to struggle but what was the use, the man had already sat me in the chair within five seconds. The girl Alice took the handcuff from the one hanging from my wrist and locked it onto the arm of the chair as she did to my other hand with a second pair of handcuffs she retrieved from her dress pocket. I pulled against them but they only hurt my wrists. I screamed as loud as I could for as long as I could hoping that someone would hear and rescue me.
Alice had pinned the top of my hair back leaving the rest to be gathered up by her so that the man could put a piece of black ribbon over my mouth. I screamed against it but the sound came through muffled and quiet. Both people exited through the door we came through and I was left alone in a gigantic hall tied to a chair. I tried to scream and pull the handcuffs off but again, it wasn't doing any good. I had time to actually see the hall properly. Every surface was made of mirror except for the ceiling which was a gold and cream marble although, I couldn't take my eyes of the portrait that was now straight ahead of me. I sat there analysing every inch of it trying to see if there was anything else that struck a familiar chord.
It was basically me, a couple of years from now wearing a wedding dress posing for someone to paint me. The background was a beautiful garden filled with flowers and in the back stood a grand waterfall and a wooden swing. I studied her face. Was this the reason I was here? Was the girl in the picture actually me? She looked too happy and beautiful to be me. She looked like a doll with a permanent smile and her tight long curls made her look exquisite. Her eyes were a stunning blue, the same as mine and her lips were full and red. Thinking about it she was probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. That was enough to guarantee she was not me. Her lips were in a graceful smile and she had a silver locket around her neck.
"Exquisite, isn't it...I commend the painter for capturing her so perfectly... I'm sorry...i mean you" ...I literally had no thoughts...except what the hell is going on? My head reached maximum capacity of fear which prompted me to do the only rational thing. Scream.
"Be quiet" the voice was at my ear now, I felt his icy breath on my neck which sent chills down my spine. He must have noticed as I felt him retreat and utter a low laugh. It was not comforting at all. I heard him pacing the floor behind my chair.
After a couple of minutes pacing he spoke again "If I remove the ribbon from your mouth will you promise not to scream?" I thought about this for a while. Maybe I could bargain with him to let me go, he obviously won't be the one to rescue me or he would have untied me by now. I nodded my head slowly twice. He stopped pacing and approached the back of the chair. I felt his fingers on the left side of my neck linger a while and softly brush my hair to rest on my right shoulder. He hesitated a while with his fingers in my hair then reached the tie and relieved me of my gag. I did not want to anger this man so as the ribbon fell I did not speak. He walked round to the right side of the table and lingered a while staring at the portrait. He then turned to face me. He was not familiar to me at all but somehow his looks comforted me a little. He was youngish and thin, his hair was a dark auburn and he was wearing a dark suit and a waistcoat that matched my dress. His face was sculpted and he looked like a portrait himself, I could tell he was a match to the woman in the portrait.
"Please, please just let me go! I'll do anything just please don't hurt me. I have money! I can pay you, my parents are wealthy! Just please let me go!" I think I started crying but was too scared to feel the tears.
"Why would you want to leave, you are safe and home." He seemed so calm as he spoke.
"Home? What are you talking about? I live in my parents house in London! Where am I?"
"Isabella, your parents have been dead for many years, you have lived here since you were nineteen." Is this guy stupid?
"Since I was nineteen? I am nineteen! And my name is Bella, no one has ever called me Isabella...How do you know my name?" He still looked confused but kind of half smiled.
"Why wouldn't I know my own wife's name?"
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