Chains

Chapter 4

i slowly wake up, looking up at a white ceiling. my wounds itch. but i'm never supposed to itch them and i'm to suffer through it master says. "Ah, your awake-" i turn my head to where i hear July's voice, seeing a dark skinned man with tied back purple hair, he's wearing skinny jeans and a white coat. he's got bown eyes and high cheek bones that make him look pretty. to the side of him theirs a white short man....and i mean...his skin is whiter then snow, it almost glistens it's that white. his hair too, that's white, everything's white, his lips are a grey while his eyes are silver and he's wearing winter clothes. 

he looks up from where he's sorting papers out and to me, "hello, Rainbow." he whispers and i smile to them both.

"Hail and July?" i ask and they nod, "you are both very beautiful." i smile kindly.

"and you are very kind, especially with everything that's happened." July says and comes over and gives me a hug, Hail comes over but just stands their with a smile. an almost sad look in his eyes, so i reach out and pull him.

"uh-wait-" i hug his freezing cold body and smile i pull away and give one big shiver and laugh, July laughs too. 

"you remind me of a snow day." i smile, which his cheeks turn a pale pink colour, the first sign of heat their is to him, then i gasp, my face going shocked. this panics them both and they go to ask but-" I can see!" i gasp and they relax, i look to the clock on the wall and i don't even have to squint my eyes, i smile wider as i read the numbers on the clock i can't read, "oh this is so amazing." i beam, watching how July comes to my side while Hail goes back to what he was doing.

"well then, seems as you can now see, how about we go visit your room?" he asks and i look to him. my old room was aweful. it was dark and dirty and disgusting. i had different stations. one of them in front of a mirror where i was to take a whip and give myself twenty lashings each night before i slept, "what's wrong?" he asks in worry. i shake my head to which he nods, "well, come on then." he say softly and helps me up from the bed i'm laid on. 

i take a moment to look over myself. i realise i'm in a dress, my arms and legs are distroyed with stitched up cuts and bruises, my eye is also still hurt but it's not too bad anymore. my feet don't look right, they look weird to me and so do my hands which i turn over looking at them and my arms. "you okay, snowbell?" July whispers, to which i gulp.

"m-mas-ster did th-this?" i whisper, tears coming to my eyes. he quiet, which is all the answer i need. i take a deep breath to correct myself, i musn't cry, i did enough yestirday which was naughty. so i get up, wobbling slightly. i look up to July and smile, covering my face as i do with master.

"you okay?" he asks softly and i nod, looking to the door. asking is rude, "come on." but i guess i don't need to.

i follow after him when he suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me out of the way of two boys running around rather fast if you ask me. "nearly." he says before we continue walking. i turn around to look where the speeding boys went, not seeing them there but hearing someone shout for them to stop running so fast. i rush up to July, walking a two meters away from his heals before finally looking to his heals as always. 

i notice that we step through these sliding doors into an elevator. i take a deep breath remembering how master would treat me every time we were in one of these. i move myself as far away from July as possible, in fear of him doing what he did. i think Wrath said it was called rape? when master used me to feel good when i didn't want to. i'll have to ask later, i don't want to be wrong, only bad boys are wrong and master would hurt me again if i am bad boy. 

"you alright, petal?" i snap my head to him and hold my breath before trying to make myself as small as possible. if he is to rape me then i am to do my best not to get myself in more trouble. these box room things are for this. i don't like it at all but it is unavoidab- "we'er here." he says softly, "are you afraid of elevators?" he asks, taking my hand to slowly pull me off. i look back to the elevator, seeing no traces of anything, then to July, his clothes are on, not even tightening in areas or ruffled up, mine too. i look back in confusion.