Is this Rare?

Chapter 34

Quickly and suddenly, I skid to an abrupt stop. A deep cool shadow looms high over me. That's the only thing I'm aware of, I don't know where I am or what's making that shadow. Andrea releases the charm and everything, literally, everything goes blank. No thoughts, no sounds, no vision, no movements, and no words. I am a mute, deaf, blind and lame human. If I'm still even alive at all.

Andrea hits a button somewhere and I start up again. I'm like a robot sort of. I enter through a door and am led down several passages. Until I'm stopped and hearing that voice again, "Okay, Chelsea. We're almost there. When we get, there be quiet! The only way that you'll be able to talk is when I hold my amulet and you will only be allowed to say what I'm whispering into my necklace. So, don't even bother trying to not say anything, say something else, or resist talking or anything. I still have that dagger don't forget."

Before we continue, a cold handle is slipped in between my fingers. Then, I'm being propelled forward yet again. Eventually, we slow a little, but not much. We turn a final corner. This is where I'm shove into the wall. I regain my balance, which, I think, is instructed by Andrea, just to be shoved to the floor again with my cold hands instantly covered in some type of liquid. I land, with my palms down, in broken glass. Shattered into a million tiny pieces.

Somewhere in my befuddled and controlled brain, I feel the urge to stand. This is when something sharp and cold sits against my back.

"Come on, Chelsea! Are you stupid? Really? Even though your not moving, I can tell you're trying to get up. You can't, remember?! And, if for some reason you magically find out a way to get that necklace off, which I doubt because you can't move, then I'll just have to use this. You can guess what it is, I think. Yep, that correct. My dagger." Andrea yells in genuine annoyance.

Before she continues, she bends over and pulls the blade she gave me from my cold fingers. Her dagger never leaving the bare skin of my mid back. She does something else too. Her hand is moved from my back but her dagger isn't. Next, her booted foot comes down and rest on my back. Holding the dagger there as a warning. While she resituates her necklace into a position where she can bend over next to me and place the dagger on my back.

"I'll be taking that for now. Chelsea, I never wanted a friend. I wanted out of here. I wanted to be free and normal. And, like I said before, my plan will work. No matter what I have to do. I'm not afraid. So, stay down. I'm going to do something that you don't expect me to, but you're still going to stay where you are."

Then, unexpectedly, her boot goes on my back again, and her hands are fiddling around my neck. I think of what she is doing. Instantly, I realize. Shes removing the necklace! What does this mean? Will I be able to use my own senses for myself? At the exact second in which the accessory is removed, my vision clears up. As well as my hearing and my mouth. But, I keep quiet and don't say a word.

"Like I said, Chelsea, something that you didn't expect me to. The reason I did it was because, well, we're here way early. So, I thought that this would be a great time to have some fun." She says, a little too mischievously.

But, I don't even shudder, for fear of what pain it would bring. After five minutes for being laid across the floor, which is covered in glass, Andrea lifted her boot off of my back. Slowly, I push myself up into a sitting position, which is extremely painful. I look at my body. I'm covered in glass shards. They are sticking out of my bloodied skin.

Andrea reaches down a puts her hand under my chin. She pushes upward, which forces me to raise my head and look into her eyes.

"Awww! Is pretty little Chelsea's perfect body messed up? Oh well." She says gruesomely as she blows in my face and my blue eyes. Then, she pulls out her dagger and starts examining it. Suddenly, she shoves it in my face then, she put down her dagger and playfully drags it down the soft inside of my right arm, which is enclosed tightly in her grasp. She begins to press down with the knife and I see a small line of blood forming. I jerk out my arm and away from her, causing the blade to cut a gash open, just above my wrist. She drops her dagger smoothly back into it's holster at her waist and flails for my left arm. Just as she closes her fingers around it, I reach up and smack her across the cheek. In both defense and a flare of uncontrollably anger.

Unexpectedly, again, she does something new. First, she doesn't retaliate. Then, it's just her boot against my back, holding the dagger in place as another warning. She bends over again but quickly stands up and pulls out a flashlight. Then puts it away without turning it on. She must have changed her mind. She bends down again. Tightly wraps something around my neck, which cuts off my air momentarily. But, then I can relax. That dreaded necklace is back on.

Andrea stands, fishes around my backpack, which she took from me and threw off somewhere. Eventually, she finds what she's looking for. Her amulet. I know when she gets it on I'm done for. She slips it around her neck. All she has to do is think something for me to do and it happens, against my will, obviously. Now it's just like before, but I can actually feel the pain from that torture. I'm in darkness and can't think, see, hear or speak when Andrea keeps her heavy boots firmly planted, but moves it to my lower back. Her hand has the dagger now. Both her right and left hands are on my back, as well as one of her boots. When someone comes around the corner.

Joan. It must be. She has found us. She pays no attention to me nor my condition. But, she speaks in a hurried tone. I can hear her, I guess Andrea thought that I needed to, "They are coming. wo halls to the north. Is she ready?"

In a sly voice, Andrea answers, "Oh yeah. She ready. She tried to resist once or twice but I took care of that. And now, even though she has on that jewel, I'm still restraining her. And don't ask why. She's just a smart one. She tried getting up earlier, with that on. I could tell too."

"Ok, well, that doesn't matter now. We are just going to get out of here. So, get her up. Come on, Andrea! Right now! Did you hear me? I said get her up, NOW!"

Through my mind I'm instructed to stand, walk down the hall, and wait: for my friends.