Innocent Creatures

Chapter 5 (P.O.V: Sebastian/Misty)

(Sebastian)

Misty has the most beautiful eyes.

They glimmer with the changing light in the room, and are so bright. She sits on a chair, in the middle of the dark tent, with harsh shadows falling over the contours of her face. I see her from the door, watching as she tries to untie herself from the ropes I had tied around her. She is so beautiful. I slipped into the room, and she notices me, almost instantaneously.

"I hate you!" she shrills, violently trying to undo her binds, which were wrapped around her waist, feet and hands.

"Well, Misty, I do think that you are very alluring" I walk closer to her, with a mischievous smile painted on my face.

"Get away!" she screams, trying, and failing, to be intimidating. I walk closer, and trace a finger over her cheek bone, down to her collar bone.

"I think you should think about the tone you are using, young lady" I whisper into her ear, my hands firmly planted on her shoulders.

"And why is that?"

"Because of this" I pull out a knife from my back pocket, with the blade the size of my pinky finger.

She is silent for a moment, then she says "Your truly evil!".

"Tut tut, naughty girl!" as soon as I say this, I can see horror on her face. I take the blade, and carefully trace it around the line of her collar bone, drawing blood.

She screams, thrashing and wailing for me to stop.

P.O.V: Misty

Blood runs down my skin, and through the fabric of my dress. It burns so harshly that I can almost feel flames. Whoever this man is, he is evil to the core.

"How fun!" he says, wearing a contorted, sickening grin on his face.

"Let me go!" I whimper, struggling with the ropes.

"I am through with this darling..." he says, his contorted smile growing on his face.

"What are you..." I begin, but then feel a hard blast of reality on what he is about to do. He leans close to my face, and whispers:

"You are too beautiful to resist it".

"NO, NO, NO!" I scream, bring my head forward with force, and hit him in the nose. His eyes fill with tears, and he has to clutch his face for a moment.

"You are so very feisty! I love it much!" he says, pinching his nose, and facing his head upwards.

"Go, please!" I shout, my eyes watering with the hit.

He flips the knife out, and faces me, grinning. "Where to now?" he says, looking at my face "How about those lovely lips of yours?". Immediately, I such them in, and shake my head.

"Ok, your nose then" He smiles, then kisses the tip of it. He brings the knife closer to my face, then stops to the sound of a door opening.

"Sebastian, what's going on here?" he said, crossing his muscular arms.

"Nothing Derik, nothing yet anyway"

"Then why is she bleeding? You know that's my favourite part!"

"Your psychopaths!" I yell, struggling with the ropes.

"Yeah we may be crazy, but we are perfectly good at it. You can be our pretty little psycho!" Derik grins. He leans close, and kisses my hand, my cheek, my forehead.

Please say that this is a dream. Please...

I simply close my eyes, and feel my body collapse into a faint.

*

I wake up, alone, aching everywhere. Groaning, I sit up, to find that I am in a large glass enclosure. I lay on a soft mattress, in the middle of the area, and a small, silver food tray in front of me. I reach out to it, but notice my hands. They are covered in strange bite marks and bruises, and so are my arms and legs. I feel my neck, and feel painful bruises there too. What did they do to me? The small, glass room I am in is extremely plain, and through the glass I can see around five other rooms like this, and I notice a yellow and red fabric lines the room that the glass structures were in.

I was in a circus tent, and a dirty one at that.

I look down at what I am wearing, and almost scream. The garments I'm wearing are far from covering, and show more flesh than fabric. It is completely un-modest, and the 'shirt' comes down just above my belly-button. The skirt I was wearing was far too short, and displayed every pixie mark on my legs. Pixie marks are patterns that run down the front and back of our legs, sometimes they can be found on a pixie's arms too, but they do not display on mine. The shoes I was wearing -oh my-the heels on them looked to be around four inches tall.

Who dressed me? Did he? PLEASE say it wasn't him...

But I had a strong sense that it had been him, and I flinched.