The Beginning of The End

Chapter Four

You woke up groaning as the sun blinded you. "What the fuck" you mumbled feeling the cool silk sheets beneath you. You knew you never owned sheets that feel this damn expensive. You quickly scanned over the room taking in your surroundings. You were in a huge four post bed covered in purple blankets. Everywhere you looked was purple, the walls, the bed, the curtains. Only the dressers and wardrobe weren't purple but everything on them was purple as if to make up for the fact.

Your mind was racing. 'Where the hell am I? How'd I get here.' You were overrun with emotions; and breathing was becoming more difficult by the minute as the panic set in.

'Run. Run' was the only thought you could put into action as you threw the covers back and quietly made your way across the wooden floors praying, they didn't creek under your weight. The door was already slightly ajar making your anxiety spike, but you pushed your fears down and made your way into the hall. 'The door was open? Is that a good thing?'  you giggled, joking to yourself that at least you didn't wake up tied to the bed or locked in. After all you were probably overreacting, and just drank too much so you couldn't remember who you went home with. Even as you soothed yourself you couldn't shake the feeling that you really needed to get out of there.

Just as your fears start to subside, and your mind clears you're greeted by Ms. Venable standing down the corridor cane in hand, staring with a concerned and confused look. And that's when the memories of last night coming flooding back. 'Run.'

last night:

"I am not going with this crazy bitch" you yelled.

However, Ms. Venable was not going to have you making a scene. She stalked towards you with a predatory gleam.

"Listen to daddy Babygirl, let's go. If you make this difficult you will not enjoy the outcome, I assure you". You stared back at your father, and he quickly looked away not able to meet your eyes as tears begin to stream down your face. 

Ms. Venable gently grabbed your arm causing you to jump away but she was stronger than you even with her disability. She didn't release you she only pulled you closer warming your ear with her breath as she whispered, "you're mind now kitten, now be a good girl and follow me". You visibly shuttered at her words and close proximity, but you refused to cave attempting to get through this nightmare with some dignity.

You couldn't deny Ms. Venable was attractive and alluring, but she was clearly insane and dangerous, and you wanted no part in whatever she was planning. So instead of following her through the Restuarant you turned and ran into the kitchen, bumping into the screaming staff as you searched for a way out. You didn't know why you ran you had no other thought then your body telling you you needed to get away as fast as possible before it was too late. You released a jagged breath you didn't even know you were holding when you see those four amazing letters: EXIT. You ran faster straight into the door pushing the lever causing the emergency exit siren to sound, but you couldn't care less because you were free.

Or not. Ms. Venable was standing right there at the back exit waiting for you emerge and as you came running out you were greeted with her firm hand placing a damp rag directly over your mouth and nose. The last thing you saw before succumbing to the darkness was Ms. Venables unimpressed glare.

Present: 

You couldn't stop the tremors that overtook your body or the loud sob that left your throat as you stared back at the terrifying woman. She was dressed in all purple like the night before only this time her dress was more casual flowing loosely around her legs. Her hair was still perfectly pinned up not even a one stray piece, and she still has on her insanely high stilettos. 'She must've drugged me, but how did she get me here she couldn't have possibly carried me herself my shitty father probably helped her carry me right to her car eager to sell me off to the highest bidder like I was a fucking possession.'