Still Doll

Chap (2)

 I twirled on stage and did some more actions, making the audience gasp in amazement and clap. My personal favorite play ever Sleeping Beauty. I was Beauty. 

 As soon as the performance had ended all the dancers connected hands and we all bowed together. I got dressed in the dressing-rooms and made my way out of the backstage where everyone complimented my ballet I thanked each and everyone of them, but there was one in paticular that didn't need to be thanked. "You were astonishing on that stage!" The man kissed the back of my hand. "Thank you." I smiled.

"Something tells me Sleeping Beauty is your favorite."

I froze and smiled, "What makes you say that?" 

 "How much effort you put into it." I smiled again, as soon as it got awkward I decided to leave, he grabbed my wrist strongly, "Where are you going?"

I blinked my eyes confused at him, "Home?"

 "It would be an honour for me to let me drive you home." He smiled. I pursed my lips thinking hard about this guy, "Alright... If you don't mind, you can drop me to the end of my street." He smiled. He introduced me to his car and I got in the front seat... Beside him. "It's so thoughtful to let you drive me home like this."

 "Its quite alright, anything for a beautiful ballet dancer like you." The car started to slow down outside a strange house.

My smile faded, "What are you doing?" he unbuckled his seatbelt. 

 "This is your new home." he growled, like I didn't know the right answer already.

 The keys rattled in the hallway again, I knew that it was seven o clock. My feeding time. He stretched the door open, "Hello my doll." he carried the food tray over to my table. "I think you should apologise for you behavior."

 My behavior? "I'm so sorry, Master." I bowed my head to him. "It's alright. I'm expecting a better performance tomorrow evening. I'm thinking Sleeping Beauty, you love that ballet. I'll leave you to eat my doll, goodnight and remeber to wash the dish." 

 "Yes Master." I murmured, sitting down at my poorly put together meal. I would sometimes dream of the day I could find a way to escape, but then again it would fail up against a strong man like 'my Master' -who I don't even know his real name. 

 After my traditonal cleaning my plate and sliding it into the spare press until tommorow I quickly thought of something, usually he would drive away somewhere and only returned when it was my performance or to feed me. He probably has a family somewhere. Though I do remember him say something about him having a wife and three kids, that was on my first day of 'business'. I also remember the fact his son would run his business for him. I have a feeling that his son would never run a sick business like his father.

 I lay on my bed, everything was so perfect in this little room. The room was mostly filled with beautiful flowers, it had two shelves one for CDs the other for books of course all about Ballet and some books were also about being a proper ballerina. I got off the bed and decided to look out the barred window looking up at the sky I saw a delicate cloud pass curtaining half of the sun you could tell it was a roasting day outside. I crept my body against the wall and slid down in a crouch position I remained there for a few hours until a dark blanket covered the light punched with stars and I wondered, 

 How could he be so cruel?