Shall We Dance? - SnakeXReader

Swan Lake

The ground was cold and hard. Your dress was torn in some areas because of mishandling, and the air was stuffy, not very fresh. It was so dark around you you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. You were cloaked in the dark.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Popular Show of Puppets!" Clapping, like before a show was heard as the dark you were in shuffled to a pool of light.
You squint and narrow your eyes, adjusting to the bright showtime spotlight you were on.
You saw people, crowds of people, hundreds or more in fact, watching you in a theatre-like seats, those in the back had spectacles to get a closer look.
"Bring out the strings!" A voice so familiar sounding yelled out, and shackles were instantly flung to your arms and legs, a muzzle slamming to your jaw too tightly to speak or yell out.

A man walked on stage in front of you. He looked so familiar...that clean chestnut hair, familiar voice...Count Reyoldo?!
And there he was as the crowd clapped once more, watching.
"Today's performance for this delicate lady shall be...a Swan Lake!" He walked off stage, and your shackles instantly started moving.
Pulling your arms up and down so painfully heavy, making your legs dance and control you.
You tried fighting it, but it was no use. Your limbs were too attached tightly in the heavy shackles that clanked and scraped against the ground as your arms and ankles moved against your free will in a pirouette, a skip.
The friction between the tightly bounded metal and your skin made your entire body ache as the performance came to a close, your figure bending with agony to nearly inhumane positions.

The curtains closed as you lay limply on the floor, restraints clanking and clacking as your arms moved through pain in attempt to fight the metal off.

Clapping, pleased clapping, came from the audience as you returned to your night like cage again, the metal popping open for your sore muscles to slide out.

You heard your captor's muffled ending prologue through your cage as it was pulled back to its area.

Your hands ran over the walls of your boxlike cage. There were no cracks or holes to peek through. Just plain darkness.

You curled up in a ball and waited.

For something.

Meanwhile...

"I wonder where lady y/n is...says Wilde..."