Still Doll

Chap (1)

 The keys chimed against each other, a sign for me to be afraid and to curl up into a corner. He was coming for me. "Please, please God make him pass. Please... Please..." I whispered. Too late, my prayer was unanswered just like the other times. "Hello my sweet doll." My 'master' smiled, connecting the keys to the buckle of his trousers. I genuflected to him, "Hello Master." The words so unspeakable I nearly had to choke them out.

 He looked at the stool that I kicked from last night, "Why is my chair moved?" I fluttered my eyes, "My apologize Master. I tripped over it last night and later used it to retrieve a book on the top shelf." I lied, innocently. He curled his fists into a tight ball, I stepped back. He then let it go, "Nevermind, make sure it'll never happen again doll!"

 I nodded, "I promise Master." He placed his stool back into position and thought for a second, "What magnificent dance do you have planned this afternoon doll?" he would regularly let me pick my ballet dance for him if he was in a good mood. "I didn't have much thought in it Master." I mumbled.

 "Okay- nevermind then, I'll pick," he said in a frustated tone, "How about Coppélia? I'm sure there's an old CD disc on your shelf, find out... Quick!" He demanded. I trotted to my second shelf where all the music was kept.

 "The clock is ticking doll! If you do not retrieve it soon enough you will have to list out the details about this ballet!" I failed to find the CD. "Tell me all about Coppélia doll." I cleared my throat, going back a few years time to figure out the history. "Coppélia was composed by Delibes and choreographed by Arthur Saint- Léon. Arthur Saint- Léon also made the story of Coppélia..." my thoughts went empty after a while.

 "Yes, okay what is the story about?" 

 "Coppélia is about a light hearted tail portraying man's conflict between idealism and realism, art and life." I said, automaticly. He nodded in approvement, "Very good. When did this play become succesfull?"

 I discreetly gulped, I didn't do well with years and I never will, "Around 1800's?" I chanced my arm to see would he accept this information, his eyes widened and his nostrils flared a little and he began to clear his throat, "Your right in saying that but I want to know exactly the year Julie!" When he said my real name it was never a good sign. I looked down to the ground and forced my eyes shut, "1873?" a long silence blanket us, when I decided to look up he was hovering over me with fury written all over his face, "Wrong!" he roared, he pushed me to the ground and kicked me sharply in the stomach. 

 "You live to do ballet! You love to do ballet! Yet you know nothing about ballet!" he pulled my hair, making me stand up face to face with him. "You are not a true devoted fan of ballet!" he pushed me onto the bed, "Don't you see how much you and I are supposed to be together?!" he shouted, I nodded not because I wanted to be with him, because I was being controlled. "You make sure you know all your moves, your ballet... Everything! Or I will punish you further, remember last time?" he fumed, coming close to me. I averted my eyes and nodded.

 "Good, we're on the right track. Good night my doll, You have lost a piece of meal tonight because of your lack of knowledge, you have no one else to blame but youself." he shook his head in dissapointment and pity at me.

 He stomped out the door and locked it violently. I grabbed my diary and looked at yesterdays day. Yesterday was my 25th day. I flicked all the pages, my failure left me in this room. No escape to see how beautiful outside was. My ballet lesson... Left me in this room.

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 Just to let you all know when he says 'Doll' he doesn't mean it in a flirty way. It's another for slave to him .. : )