Deck of Cards

Day 7- Sally

Eight of Diamonds-chained up for 0hrs

Sally's POV

I hadn't been tempted the day before by the food, I hadn't felt like I could stomach it. The next card was a diamond, I thanked the lords above. I needed some time to just think about everything, the horrors from my last diamond still rung in my mind. Since that time, I had a new guard, the one who had bought me clothes after that nightmare. I started acting delusional round him, it felt like there was something romantic between us. Maybe it was the confined space or the lack of contact that made me feel the way I did. Maybe it was real.

He walked towards my cell like everyday and I felt my heart beat a bit faster. He was good looking and there was no denying it. Tanned skin that looked like it could melt chocolate, a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. Simply gorgeous. I tried to tell myself that he meant me harm but I couldn't help the crushing feeling of affection that I felt towards him. I had never felt like that before towards a person. Perhaps I was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. Perhaps I had been hit with love.

He didn't look at me in any way like that, my feelings were obviously not the same as his. He would throw me my food and bark his orders and then drag me to my next hell. It hurt me that I could be so attached and see nothing in return. Maybe I had been reading too many romance novels.

My card was the eight of diamonds, he told me that I would have been chained up all day but I knew that it would be more sinister than that. All the activities so far had included more than the title suggested. Being chained up sounded rather horrible without anything else happening . I had hoped that he would stay so I could evaluate my feelings but he left like he was in a hurry, like he couldn't stand to be round me.

"You're being crazy," I shouted to myself, it was true. I was acting like a mental woman, falling in love with the person who tried so hard to harm me in every way. You can't fall in love in a week, I told myself- especially not to someone you've never spoken to. But no matter how hard I tried, he didn't fade from my dreams...

He was wearing his uniform and I was in a dress, he was carrying me out of my cell. He looked effortlessly gorgeous, his hair all messed up but it looked perfect on him. But then again, everything looked perfect on him.

"Are you rescuing me?" I asked in a gushing voice. I sounded like a silly school girl who's crush had talked to her, then again that's the way I felt. He made me feel fifteen again.

"Yes my love," he said in his deep, manly voice which rolled of his tongue like melted butter.

Sighing passionately, I lay back in his strong arms and let myself become absorbed in his scent. It was like a drug and made me loopy causing me to giggle quietly into his top. I could feel vibrations in his chest as he chuckled along with me, laughing at my silly behaviour. He placed a sloppy kiss on my forehead as we walked past corridor after corridor, all seeming to be well lit and less looming- a complete contrast to the way they really were.

We were approaching an exit and he quickly made his way out the door- we were greeted with arrays of flowers and birds chirping. When I looked back at him he was on one knee. His dark uniform had been swapped for a white tux and his hair was neatly styled. He looked beautiful. I held the gold band in my hand and he took it from me to place on my finger. We embraced and then I felt his lips on mine. Passion burned through me as I wanted to feel him closer. Closer. Closer.

Soon we were running into the amber sunset that shone over us. Everything was gold, shining and glimmering as I passed it and the smile on my face did not waver nor fade.

Looking over at him, I felt immense love for him. So much so that I thought my heart would burst and explode into a thousand heart shaped pieces of confetti. He too was smiling- a wide, genuine smile.

I woke up feeling numb, the dream had paralyzed me in a heavenly happiness. I didn't want to live in the real world, not when my dreams were so much better. Not when in my dreams he felt the same way.