Beauty's Web

Chapter 1

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Astrid, I heard a voice call out; it was warm and gentele.Am I dying?" I whispered, "Why?" and then harshly commanded, "Tell me!'', as a dark figure of a man with long white hair appeared, standing 6 feet tall. He had clear pale skin, nice clean jade eyes, and a gentle smile. I wondered why he was here in the first place.

The tall, nameless figure crouched down and whispered to my dying body, "You know Astrid, it said, as he looked at me with a devious smile." My body, with honey-brown skin, clear big round brown eyes slowly losing light, long black lashes protecting them, nice plump pink lips, and a frown from the pain I was experiencing, lay helpless. My wedding dress was controlled by the wind, and blood could be seen from my chest, my tummy, and a silver cross-shaped knife with a red ruby at the handle, making a perfect puncture from one end of my neck straight through to the other.

"What do you mean?" I managed to say as my consciousness slipped away.

"As I regained consciousness, I was shocked to see that all my wounds were bandaged and treated, and I was lying on a soft white bed with white pillows and sheets. As I looked around the room, it seemed like it was designed for a child, with shelves filled with toys and storybooks like 'Beauty and the Beast' and 'Little Red Riding Hood'. When I looked up at the ceiling, I saw a chandelier. Upon further inspection, the walls were adorned with red polka dot wallpaper, and the door had a heart-shaped handle. The same man appeared, smiling, and wheeled in a cart filled with treats like biscuits, cupcakes, and tea, which smelled like jasmine. As I wondered if I should even trust him, he was already by my side, serving me and asking if I still felt pain. When I answered 'no', he said 'that's good' and gently patted my head, confusing me. I shoved his hand away and asked, 'Why am I here? What's going on?' But he just turned around and went through the door, which closed before I could follow him. I tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge."
Deciding that the door wouldn't open, I made a wise decision to sleep and ask more questions later. What felt like forever later, I heard the door open, and instead of the tall figure, I saw a small girl walk towards me with a polka-dotted dress and nice white long hair, smiling as lovely as the sun. She greeted me and said, "Master is requesting your presence," as she hurried me to get dressed. Feeling flustered, I said, "OK, indeed," and went to the bathroom to freshen up. When I came out, I was surprised that the girl was gone, but a nice summer flowing red dress and a note saying, "Put it on and come downstairs," were left for me. As I put it on, I pondered why this person even helped me.

As I open the door and headed downstairs, I looked around to see that it seems that it was a mansion that I was in. In the living room, I saw him with a suit and a black throwing jacket, sipping Jasmine tea. He greeted me with a warm smile and asked me to sit. I examined the room, noticing three sofas - a big one and two small ones - and a nice glass table in the middle. I sat on one of the small sofas opposite him and asked immediately, "Why am I here, and why don't I remember?" Without feeling flustered unlike myself, he calmly replied, "You are my wife, and you died. That's why." Seeing the Expression on my face he replied With a very determined look and sharp eyes,  saying, "What is coming out of my mouth is truthful. I hate liars." He continued, "Maybe you should get some rest." I apologized for my outburst, but he simply smiled and said, "It's OK, get some rest."

As I headed upstairs, I opened the door and closed it immediately after, slitting down with an exhausted sigh and tears welling up in my eyes. I started to cry, feeling exhausted, and crawled into bed, realizing I hadn't looked at myself in the mirror yet. Finding that part very disappointing and heartbreaking, fragments of memories came to me.
I was back in that place, the place I loved but hated at the same time. My lovely father and mother held each other dearly as they looked upon the eyes of the man they were about to sell me to. I lived in a small village named kolo, known for producing beautiful women and selling them to the highest bidder. As I sat there with my curly ginger brown hair flowing and my eyes looking dull, I heard the transaction clearly - my mother telling them I was raised to be a housewife, my father agreeing and discussing the price. It was settled at 1,000,000, and then I was sold.

The man was not tall, about 5'11" at most, with short red hair, piercing black eyes, and long lashes. He smirked as he held my title, leading me out of my small home. I wanted to cry out for help desperately but couldn't, so I endured it and let this unknown man draw me to his car. As he told the driver to drive, I looked out the window, seeing my little village slowly disappearing, replaced by trees and mountains, and then the view of a big mansion.

He rushed me inside, calling out for the maids to to deal with me, and sent me up to a room. It was so fast that I hardly had time to take in the scenery as I was rushed to the room and quickly bathed and robbed with oils and such. As I was soon left alone, I had time to examine the room I was in. It was quite large, with a big queen-size bed that had gold bedding, a chandelier that looked like it was made of real diamonds, paintings and decorations on the walls, a gorgeous mat on the floor, and a door with gold outlining and a golden knob.

As the knob turned, I quickly went into bed, acting like I was asleep, praying that this would be the farthest he would go. He was not in a rush like he previously was, so I was a bit calmer, but soon realized he was heading for the bed. Tightly, I held on to the sheets. "She's sleeping," he said with an unsettling tone and headed back. As I prayed that the nightmare would soon be over

Waking up, I screamed, "No!" Panting, I whispered to myself, "It was only a memory." And then, I soon realized that I was slowly gaining my memories. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I knew that I didn't like it. Not one bit.

When you forget things do you:
A try to remember
B give no fucks

The answer is B🙂
Thanks for reading😊