Hell Paradise

Chapter 3: Day 3

I find myself standing on a gray platform in pitch black nothingness. I look up and see her in a black leather outfit. She smirks. I felt aroused but also angry. I ran to her and lunged a punch but she slapped it off. I sweeped a kick and she jumped over it. I kicked low and high but she blocked both. I was shocked with her speed. I punched drastically. She blocked them all. I desperately lunged a strong punch. She caught it, spun me around, braced my arm against my back, and held me close.

I screamed angrily, "What the fuck do you want from me?!"

I tried shaking her off but her grip was unbreakable. She leaned closer to my ear. I looked away. I can feel her breath on my neck.

I demanded, "Let me go!"

She answered, "Rule two. Don't fight. Embrace."

I snapped back, "Fuck You!"

I woke up in the same bed as before. I remember what I just dreamt.

I wonder what she wants from me.

Laying beside me in bed she said, "You slept-"

I jolted as I interrupted her, "What the?!"

She continued "-Good."

She smiled. I slid aside. She snatched my arm by the burn.

I gasped and slid back, "What the fuck do you want?!"

She dragged me closer and whispered, "Rule three. You can not hide or I will find you."

No! It's not possible! She can NOT be in my head!

Her smile grew wider as she squeezed harder.

I shivered and screamed, "Fuck you!"

She smirked then let go of my arm.

I got out of bed as fast as I could.

She got out of bed and pointed at the table, "Here are your new clothes. Put them on and put your old ones on the table."

I huffed with my arms crossed, "And if I refuse?"

She glared and answered, "Then I will do it for you."

She pulled out a knife from behind and smiled. I gulped. She left the room. The clothes looked like dark blue pajamas with a white tank top. I got dressed and placed my old ones on the table as instructed to. I decided not to put on the white tank top because I like my black one.

I noticed it is still dark outside. I ran to the window and opened it. I decided to go on to the ledge and escape. I reached outside the window and my hand was flat onto a stone wall painted with the scenery. I angrily slammed the window shut.

I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and she smacked me hard in the face. She choked me and slammed me against the wall. She pulled out her knife and caressed it against my cheek.

I froze as she hissed, "How dare you try to leave."

She settled the sharp blade upon my neck. She slit a cut onto my arm under the burn and hurled me to the floor. I sat up and held my arm in pain. She moves my hand off my cut as I slam myself against the wall out of fear. She wrapped another bandage over my arm.

I asked, "Who are you?"

She answered, "Just call me Lucy."

She approached my clothes pile and picked up the white tank top. She glared at me. I got up slowly.

She glanced at me from head to toe and grinned, "Actually. You can keep that on."

I sighed calmly. She threw my clothes into the fireplace. I stood there in shock and slid back down to the floor. She left the room.