Can You Believe What They've Done To You?

Thank God I'm Pretty

My god...

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You lot are mad!

But from the bottom of my little black, unbeating heart, I thank you...

-- A Watchful Friend.

"Alright, yer filthy whores!" a gruff voice echoed through the halls, vibrating through the bars enclosing the inmates in their cells. "Gather 'round! We have some exciting news for yer..."

Laurence and Kier slowly padded their way over to the bars, wrapping their hands around the cold, rusting metal, Cyrus and Drew following behind.

Madame Sinnett, the head mistress' heels clicked along the broken tiles, her heavy black skirt dragging along, occasionally catching on loose stones and bones. Edward limped in front of her, clutching an elaborate copper gas lamp in his filthy, scabby hand, dimly illuminating the pitch black corridor.

Once all the (conscious and alive) inmates had gathered around the bars, the head mistress began to speak.

"Well, well, well. I'm sure you... scum..." she spat "Will be delighted to know that the Cirque de la Folie is in town!" The head mistress cackled as the inmates eyes widened. "And you are all invited to the show!"

Laurence and Kier exchanged a worried glance.

What did she mean?

Edward pulled out a key that Laurence knew to be the main key. It could unlock any door in the asylum.

Laurence watched, eyes the size of hot air balloons as Edward began to unlock his cell. He grabbed Laurence tightly with one hand, leaving bright red marks on his pale white flesh and pulled him forcefully out of the cell. Kier began to cry in protest, but Drew gentley held his hand and shook his head. Drew knew that Kier's attempts would be in vain and deep down, Kier knew it too.

Madame Sinnett strutted over to Laurence, lifting a boney, black lace clad hand to his face. She turned his head from side to side, inspecting his person like a piece of meat in a butcher's window.

"A bit on the round side..." she concluded, prodding about Laurence's stomach, making him squirm. "but it is nothing a corset cannot fix!" The head mistress pushed him to the ground, two guards towering above him. She clicked her fingers in Kier's direction. Kier swallowed hard before he too was dragged out and inspected.

"My, my, such feminine beauty in this one..." She murmured as Kier hit he floor. "He'll be our star..."

Laurence pulled Kier into a tight embrace, stroking his matted brown hair and whispering soft words into his ear.

Several more inmates were pulled out of their cells. Some male, most female. all with faces that looked like they belong in an oil painting. So beautiful with delicate features and bodies of ballet dancers. More guards appeared from down the corridor, each grabbing an inmate and leading back down from where Madame Sinnett emerged from. An army of white shifts and striped stocking were marched down into the darkness, unknowing of what awaited for them when they arrived...

AN:

Bloody Hell, she updated.

I apologise for the shortness, I've been most busy as of late...

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