Frida pov.
This couldn't be happening! It couldn't be but to my grave misfortune it was. It was trapped inside a tower with no doors just a small room with one window, a bed, a bathtub, a water pump with a bucket, a chair, amirror, and a trunk. The trunk had a note on it that read: Gifts from Mama. In other words something to bribe me not to be angry with Sartana over this.
That aside I decided not to play into her little punishment and have spent the next six hours trying to bust my way out of this tower. I figured if I couldn't find a door I'd make one. So I grabbed a chair in the tower and began beating it against the wall hoping to bust a hole open or something. Unfortunately the chair was made of wood and the walls were made of solid concrete so you can imagine how that turned out.
"Stupid chair!" I shouted throwing it down in frustration. It hit the trunk and the trunk made a mewing sound. Curious I opened the trunk, inside there were several dresses, a pair of boots, some books, soap for my bath, shears, a brush, a bottle of goat's milk, and some ribbon. I saw something moving around and skirming under the dresses.
Pulling them away I saw that it was a kitten. It was brownish-gray with speckled spots. This was no ordinary cat, it was a wild cat, a hybrid one. I recognized it's features from one of my old books. He was a bobcat lynx, a baby bobcat lynx. Poor little thing, he must've accidentally fallen into the trunk when she was filling it up.
"Hello there." He hissed at me and tried to scratch me with his little paws. I didn't blame him, poor fella must've been scared to death. I took the bucket from the water pump and poured some of the goat's milk in it. I put the bucket in the trunk, he carefully sniffed it, then began drinking it. A slowly put hand on his head and stroked his ears gently. He purred and nuzzled my hand.
"You're such a good boy." I said. Well I had always wanted a pet, wish granted. When he finished his drink I picked him up and cradled him. He didn't resist he just purred.
"Frida!" I heard a familiar cackling voice call.
I carefully put my new friend down and went to the window. Looking down I saw Sartana standing at the bottom of the ground holding a basket of something.
"What do you want?!" I called angrily.
"I brought you some food."
"I don't want anything from you!"
"Now Frida it's been six hours, surely you must be starving."
"I'm not hungry! And even if I was how would you bring me food?"
"Throw down your hair and I'll climb up."
"Throw down my what?! You must be joking!" But she wasn't. It was then I finally noticed how much longer my hair had become. It was about as long as fifty feet or more. "What did you do to my hair?!"
"I made it long enough so that I could climb it. Now let down your hair!"
"No! Not until you let me out of here!"
"Alright then starve."
She left, she told me to let down my hair again the next day but I refused. Finally after three days of resistance my hunger got the better of me and I threw down my hair. She gripped it hard and pulled on it as she climbed up.
"Ow! That hurts!" I shrieked.
"Oh don't be so sensitive!" She said. "Now I brought you some dinner."
She handed me a basket of bread, cheese, fish, and an apple.
"When are you going to let me out of here?" I asked her.
"When I say so." She said.
"You can't just keep here. I'm not some bird you can lock away from the world."
"But you are." She corrected. "Your my pretty blue bird who shall spend her days singing in a gilded cage until you're ready to behave like a good little girl."
"You mean ready to be your obedient slave."
"Tomato, tamato." She said. "I'll visit you everyday to give you food but don't think for a single minute that you can escape or that someone will come for you because there's not a single soul for miles around and this tower has no exit except for the window but I doubt you'd survive the drop."
She took hold of my hair, gripped it as hard as possible, and climbed down. Wretched old hag, I can't believe I thought she was my mother for twelve years. So everyday she came by to bring me food and always gave her the silent treatment. Once she was gone I began planning my escape. When busting a hole in the wall didn't work I tried to tunnel my way out but I couldn't break through the floor. I thought I could make a rope out of my dresses but it wasn't long enough. I tried to build a glider out of the chair and a blanket from my bed but it couldn't fit out the window. When all else failed I tried calling for help. Pathetic I know but what choice did I have? But just as Sartana had said no one would come.
When I wasn't trying to escape I was reading my books or playing with Sky, my name for my bobcat lynx. I named him that because he always like to sit by my window and gaze at the sky. Something we both did everyday. Sometimes when things would get really bad I'd sing. Sometimes it would be my mother's song other times it would be songs I made up. I also found away to control my hair, I kept it braided into pigtails which I would sometimes use for my own amusement. I skipped rope with it, learned to lasso with it, heck I even trained myself to use it as a whip. My books and left over food served as targets for practice.
As for Sky, he was a calm pet not very feral probably because he raised in captivity like I was but the difference between me and Sartana was if I could let Sky go I would. But he didn't seem to mind staying with me, in fact I'm glad he was here. I probably would've died from loneliness and boredom had he never come here but I still felt sad that he couldn't be freed and run and hunt like other wild cats. I never told Sartana about him because she hates cats so I kept him hidden during her visits, I remember when I was little back when I lived in her mansion I kept an alley who had sneaked into the garden. When Sartana found him she threw him out. I can't imagine what would happen to sky if she found him.
Time went by slow and long, Sky grew but no bigger than an average house cat thank God. As for me I was now eighteen years old, I wasn't little girl anymore but a young woman who was determined to find away out of here. I hoped my real mother was alright wherever she was and my father and my sisters. It wasn't fair of her to take me away like that.
"Frida let down your hair!" Sartana hissed. I sighed and threw down my briads, as usual she climbed up and pulling as hard as she could. My entire scalp was basically sore from how hard she pulled my hair. Lord was she trying to yank out all my hair?
"Frida I don't like this rebellious behavior."
"Tuff pity." I mumbled. "I don't like being locked up for six years."
"I did this for your own good!"
"Oh yeah and it's done me a world of good!" I said sarcastically. "I just love being locked up here with no one to talk to except the birds!"
"Don't get snippy with me young lady!"
"I can get snippy with you all I want!"
"Frida why can't you just be a good girl and listen to me. We could be a family again."
"We were never a family! You never showed me any love or affection you just kept in a fancy cage! I bet my real mother wouldn't have locked me up!"
"That woman may have given birth to you but she didn't raise you!"
"And who's fault is that?"
"Frida we are a lot alike. We're both strong women who are unappreciated by their families. My parents didn't want me either."
"We are nothing alike! And you're acting like my parents gave me to you! You took me away! Where are they anyway? My real family! The one you stole me from!"
"I had your father, mother, and sisters relocated."
"Where?"
"Like I'd tell you. You're trying my patience child! If you push me too far I may do something I regret!"
"I don't care! What you do! Just get out of here! Leave me alone!"
"Very well. But let's see how you do without for two weeks you ungrateful girl."
She then sized my hair and climbed out. My decision was made, I needed to get out of here now, but I wasn't sure what to do. I had tried nearly everything. No, not everything. I noticed there was a hook at the tower roof which gave me an idea. Maybe if I could just attach my hair to the hook I could climb down. But I've never climbed my hair before so I was going to need to practice. For the next few days I practiced climbing my hair in and out the tower. Once I had it nailed I knew freedom was in my grasp but I was gonna have to prepare myself.
For one thing one could not escape in a dress so I made some adjustments to my wardrobe. Using the shears and a needle I swiped from Sartana's pocket I took a blue dress from the trunk, cut it up, and made it into a simple blouse. To add to the outfit I chose some gray pants I asked Sartana to bring me a month ago and the boots she gave me. Next I took another dress and made into a satchel to carry important things and Sky. I was ready and I was so happy I sang.
"Without a word I'll leave in the night,
I'll be free as a bird, away from my plight.
Thank the lord and heaven above,
I'll be free and with the one I love
Who's missing me."
I changed into my outfit and began to pack up my satchel but stopped when I heard a scratchy voice call.
"Frida let down your hair!"
"Sartana?" I thought she wasn't coming back for weeks and she didn't sound like herself. "Sartana is that you?"
"Yes!" The voice said.
"I thought you wouldn't be back for two weeks."
"Changed my mind! Now I'm in a hurry so let me up!"
"You don't sound like yourself!"
"I have cold! Now let me up! Hurry! Hurry!"
"Okay! Miss bossy!"
I hid my satchel with Sky then threw down my braids. Odd, Sartana's touch was different this time. She didn't grip as hard in fact it was soft and she didn't pull this time. She must be sick because she's never been this gentle with me. I looked over my window to see why she was being so soft and gentle only to find that on the other end of my hair wasn't Sartana. It was a man! Oh my God! A man!
Who was he? What was he doing here? How did he find me? What did he want? I was panic. I had to think, I had to run around and think. What if he's a robber or a murder? Thinking fast I grabbed one of my books, the thick one with the hard cover and I waited for him. As soon as he entered my tower...THUMP! I hit him right over his head. He lost consciousness and fell forward onto my floor.
I poked him a few times to see if he was responsive. He was out cold, I turned him over and looked for a pulse to make sure that I didn't kill him. He was alive but he had have one nasty bump on his head. He wore a white shirt, brown pants, boots, and a brown leather jacket, and a cowboy hat. I took it off, he was young probably no older than I was. He had dark hair, freckles, and a scar over his left eye. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen him before. I'd be lying if I said wasn't kind of cute but that was beside the point. He was stranger in my home or should I say prison and when he woke up I'd have a few questions for him.