Five Insomniacs; One Book

BEANIE

I was about to turn to the dude to ask him about the clothes - like no bra, dude - when somebody gripped my forearm and started dragging me forward. The tall dude had disappeared and some amazonian brunette had a grip on my hand. We were walking towards what appeared to be a castle.

People were bustling around and I was pretty sure I was hallucinating at this point. I swear to god I narrowly missed the razor sharp end of some bitch's tail and was shaken for about a minute. The girl still had a death grip on me and didn't seem like she was about to let go anytime soon.

"Yo, lady," I started saying. She didn't respond. "I know everybody wants me and shit but right now it doesn't look like I have anywhere to run to, so maybe you could- AAARGH!" my sentence was cut of in an ear-splitting scream when the lady turned around, roaring at me. Her teeth - and I mean all of them - were razor sharp canines and the skin on her face were green scales and her eyes were feline-like.

"OH MY GOD!" I yelled again, when her face morphed back into a human form.

"You come, lena." She spoke with an exotic accent that I was pretty sure wasn't anything from earth. "You run, the Anótatos chase after you; you die, the Anótatos chase you in Kólasi, he chase you in hell."

"Uh," I say tentatively. We were in the middle of a bazaar and people were staring at us inquisitively. "Thanks, but no thanks."

"Come," she said again and pulled me along. Anywhere we went, people stared at us, or more rather me. I was pretty sure I was a sore sight. I felt grimy and greasy and I was pretty sure my stench was stong enough to be a magnetic field.

We climbed a lot of stairs and she didn't give me breaks and I was ready to demonstrate one on her neck.

"You fucking bitch," I panted as we reached the top of another stairwell. "I-" pant "-am this close-" pant "-to strangling you with your fucking beautiful hair."

"I will wash you now. The Anótatos wants to see you like a woman, not like a - what is it - fleabag."

"Oh hell no," before I could swing my arm around for a solid upperhand on her crocodile face, she grabbed me and pulled me so hard I almost fell on my face.

She pulled me into a room in the far corner of the hallway. It smelled like roses. The room was huge. There was a huge copper four poster bed in the middle with matresses that looked so soft I wanted to drown in them. The rugs on the floor looked expensive and there were brass pots here and there filled with water and floating petals. Drapes hung over the walls embriodered beautifully. But what caught my attention was the huge balcony on one side of the room that seemed to overlook the entire world.

We were really high in the castle. The balcony overlooked the bazaar through which we had walked and then just lush greens everywhere.

"Come, lena." The lady pulled me through a doorway into what I assumed was the bathroom there was a huge tub in the middle filled with scented water.

"First of all my name is Julia and second - what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

The batshit crazy woman had started to strip me.

"You need to get cleaned." She simply answered not even ashamed that she had molested me.

She then proceeded to undress me and I got in a few punches to her face here and there but she didn't maul me with her canines. She pushed my into
The tub and I was yelling curses at her.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

"I don't have a problem, lena."

"I don't care! You need to get your hands off me right now, or I swear to god I will call the police!"

The lady gave me a weird look and just snapped her fingers.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SNAPPING YOUR FINGERS FOR?!"

No sound came out of my mouth. That bitch had made me mute. O was about to lunge at her with my hobo nails, when she snapped her fingers again and I immediately slumped into the tub. I turned my head dharply and glared at her. She fucking paralyzed me neck down.

She finished scrubbing me clean head to toe and I was cringing the entire time. I swear to god I was going to murder this bitch. I was Julia Rosales! Ain't nobody fucking around with Julia Rosales.

But apparently my day couldn't get any worse. She dried me with a gust of wind that she summoned with a snap of her fingers and slipped the red satin dress over me and slipped the crown into my jet black hair, that suprisingly wasn't their usual frizzy mess today.

She sprayed some sickeningly sweet perfume all over me that had my coughing. Not to mention I was floating midair like some fucking banshee. She snapped her fingers again and I fell to the floor. My body was unparalyzed but I still couldn't speak.

She pulled me up and dragged me down another set of stairways and another and another until we reached a heavily protected hall that had guards with spears standing in every corner of the room. There was a set of heavy brass doors and the lady pulled me towards them. She snapped her fingers, pushed open the door and shoved me inside, shutting them behind her.

"Hey!" I yelled after her. "Oh what the fuck,"

I turned around hoping that somehow I was back in my room in New Zealand or the church but no. I was faced with my very naked, very hot kidnapper.

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Jas who's next ;)