an island full of secrets that looks so pretty from afar, but you set foot onto it and your faced with the reality. it holds the damaged, the broken, the broke, the drugged, the rich, the greedy, the creative, the lustful, the forbidden, the denied...
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"There was only hell now" -------------------------------
It was cold, the air sending a shiver up her body. She was tied to a chair, her legs in restraints and her arms tied down to each arm of the chair, the wood warm against her soft skin since she'd been there for so long.
She didn't know when he was coming back.
The darkness that surrounded her was terrifying.
She found that she missed her best friend, how he would always turn the nightlight on in the corner or have a lamp on for her. She missed the soft fur of her dog. She missed her fruit snacks and peanut butter toast at 3 in the morning.
She missed the way the boat would rock slowly against the dock, she missed the lights in the tree out in the yard.
She missed her Chateau.
She missed her hammock.
She missed her home.
She glanced down at her wrist, the one where her bracelet was supposed to be, and she could see the tan line mark fading away. Her tan was fading away.
She hadn't seen the sun for so long it seemed. She hadn't been let outside. He wouldn't let her go.
He'd done what he wanted, isolated her.
She needed to find a way out of this, and she flinched when she heard the lock on the door unlocking.
In he came, holding up the paper.
She was on the front cover.
"Everyone thinks your dead Miss Routledge, so its just you and me now" He smiled, a wicked one placed on his lips. Her eyes widened more then before.
The world thought she was dead. Now she was completely in his control and it was like something clicked in her, she started screaming through the gag that was in her mouth. She thrashed in the chair, it was bolted to the floor and everything so she couldn't break out of it even if she tried. She had to give it to him, he was smarter than he looked.
The blood that stained her clothes and was dried on her skin added to the effect of her screaming against the material in her mouth.
She wanted to go home.
The look on his face was livid as he watched her thrash and scream and he walked over to her, hitting her across the face with the paper. Not caring if it cut her. She looked up at him with her dead hazel eyes, the fire inside them long since dead and she was emotionless, she didn't care. She knew that he wouldn't kill her even if he could, he wanted her alive, and as long as she stayed alive. Her family would stay safe.
She knew that. They'd be safe if she was here but it was in her nature to irritate him, she had to, it was like something inside her sparked to life, it was like fighting brought life into her and that was what ignited the spark in her eyes.
He knew that she was back, the fun angry girl he met and so he moved away from her, grabbing the baggie of white powder out of his pocket, bringing some of it onto his nail and putting it up to her nose. She had to choice but to sniff it in, her nose was her only source of air.
The substance went up her nose, going into her system.
The fire inside her eyes, dying once again, slowly.
