Captured Love

Chapter 11

The room suddenly became a disco with Betty scattering into glowing particles all over the place as she burst with excitement. 

"Betty I still need your help-" I cut off midsentence as Amias appeared once again from a door that was suddenly created from the wall.

"Shit" I cursed at myself as he let himself in taking long casual strides towards the bed. Betty seemed to read the room and quickly settled herself over by the nightstand hovering in silence. 

'This asshole is such a mood killer.' I could feel the little ball vibrate as if giggling to my inner thoughts.

Amias shot a quick glance toward Betty who stilled at his gaze. I moved to intervene as he now locked eyes with me no longer interested, he changed his focus to begin explaining. This is essentially your manual to help guide you in fulfilling your duties as my helpmate and companion. I start to skim suspiciously through, not sure what to expect still reeling from everything that's happened thus far. 

The scripture seems to be written in another language of symbols that float about the page, unsurprisingly I am able to understand it. I search for anything that sounds like it could be of help to give me more information of where I am and how I could get back. Amias is still talking but I've unconsciously drowned out his voice. I catch a glimpse of the word's portals. He grabs my chin to force my hunched over figure to meet his eyes. His mouth seems to tilt just a bit enough for a small smile. The expression reminding once more of the man i previously met on our first official date.

"Finally, I can get to see your face. I would've guessed your appearance might've changed after the ceremony, but for the most part you look about the same."

"What do you mean?" I had only just remembered now about how strange my blood looked and the tattooed symbol on my chest with no traces of the hole he made.

"I guess you didn't really have much-" before he finished, I rushed to the bathroom to examine myself about what this lunatic was saying now.

The lights glowed to life as soon as I stepped foot on the smooth flooring. I couldn't recognize myself much less anyone else if they saw, even if I could escape no one would believe I was me. My hair turned into a deep color between auburn and chestnut, full of shine with amazing volume. My skin was unblemished with an olive undertone, lashes thick and darkened to match my new hair. My complexion overall looked straight out over the med spa.   The biggest change of all had to be my eyes. I leaned closer towards the mirror my hand gliding over my face mystified at what i was seeing. My eyes now stared into that same gaze as his. 

'How is this even possible?'

I couldn't understand why I now have the same eyes as that psycho. I didn't look anything like me, yet he claims I didn't change much and looked the same. I could see the silent tears fall from my new face; the gorgeous image was like that now of a weeping angel.

"What did you do to me?" a hoarse whisper of horror slipped from my lips. I could feel him come up from behind as he wrapped his arms around me as if scared, I would bolt at any moment.  I probably would've if it weren't for the shock of it all. 

"I made you like me, now you are in the image of what you should be. This is what you truly looked like all along without the pollution of that realm affecting your soul." He leans down to give a chaste kiss against my temple as I tremble at his words.