the glass ángel

5. stolen

I woke up in a foreign room that smelt of strawberries and sadness. Sadness coming from my part as I slowly remember everything that happened last night.

He came dangerously close to my face and leaned next to my ear making my face run pale. "I can hear your thoughts again little one."
Aw Fuck.

"Tsk tsk, you shouldn't have run before I could explain myself little one. I didn't want to harm you but I'll have to do this the hard way now." He muttered as he swooped me up from the ground and into his arms. His body was cold and rough, but it's better than sitting on the ground that's for sure.
I whined and flailed my arms but he didn't budge. I tried to move him farther from me but he never let go. He just continued walking as if I didn't try to resist him.

I ended up choking on a silent sob. Why did this end up happening? If I didn't go to that stupid club this wouldn't have happened. Why didn't I just sleep in? Why didn't I just fall asleep with Yves? Why-
I flinched as I was interrupted by a large hand grabbing my hair. He gripped it harshly and stopped walking. "Stop thinking those things." He said whole gritting his teeth.

I stared at him in shock. I huffed and waiting for this brute of a man to set me down. My body began to throb as the spell i was put under began to wear off. If i was with yves then he would have healed me right after.

He adjusted me in his arms and patted my head, I murmured don't do that but before I could let out any kind of actual protest, I blacked out.

That leads me to where I am as of right now. I realized the room was kind of darkened and it made my heart clench but, there was a soft glowing coming from the side of the room which I established as a night light. It kept me from totally freaking out. I hate the dark. It reminds me of so many terrible things.

I removed myself from the soft blankets I was curled up into and let my feet touch the ground. I flinched at the contact, it was so cold. My eyes, being fully adjusted to the darkness in the room, found the light switch. I tiptoed towards it and flipped it on with a sigh of relief.

The rooms walls were a soft white color and the flooring was a dark oak. Every piece of furniture was either white or lightly colored. It made me smile a bit, rooms usually feel brighter and make me calmer when they're covered in light shades. I sat back on the bed and crossed my legs. What time is it? It could be the morning but I can't be totally sure, there isn't a single window in this room. I let out a huff and rolled into the blankets once more.

I want Yves. My heart throbbed as i realized I didn't have Yves with me. My eyes wandered the room and I saw no sight of the small pendant.

Glancing at the night table next to me I realized a small note. How the hell did I not see this before? I picked it up and read it to myself.

You're awake. There's snacks in the drawer. Your pendant is also in there. I'll be back soon.

I smiled and pulled the drawer open. My heart soared when I found the small white gem inside. I grabbed it and held it tightly whispering the words that brought my little kitty to life. Yves, materialize. I watched as his body appeared before me and he plopped on the bed staring at me wide eyed. "Oh my goodness Della I didn't think you were alive! I was in there for a whole day and I thought I was going to be locked in here forever." he cried while running into my arms.

I held him tightly and smiled "I'd never leave you, even in the afterlife." I scratched his ears while he purred to his hearts content. He flopped on his back and muttered a soft "so, what's the sitch?" I snorted "good question."

I stood from the bed and placed him on my shoulder. "Why the hell did he kidnap me." Yves rolled his eyes. You know why. "None of these hell hounds have ever gone this far, or have actually been able to."

I could feel Yves tensing. "Yeah, well, we've never met one with this great of a power before, no? But think of it this way, he did leave me snacks." I smiled opening the tables drawer once more. He scowled at me. "We need a way out of here before anything actually happens."

"Well things have already happened, I've been kidnapped, you were beaten." I said while shooting Yves a sly grin. "Anyways kitty," I grabbed him off my shoulder and with a yowl and a soft thump he landed on the bed "I need to take a shower, I'm gross and covered in icky sweat and dirt, go sleep on the bed I'll be out in a few minutes okay? Then we'll figure this out." but before he could retort I grabbed a cracker and ran into the bathroom.

(Smh pretend there's no window)

I sighed as I ran the water checking it's temperature every few seconds. I stripped myself of his clothing and looked at myself in the mirror, my makeup was half gone and smudged, and my hair was a big poofy mess. I searched the cabinets for anything that might help me, and it seems like he decked this baby out.

I whispered "Well fuck me, he stocked this full of items I'd totally use." there were shaving razors with that foamy stuff, Bath bombs and bubbles, shampoo and conditioner, baby wipes, little paper face masks and a stack of towels.

I shrugged, he honestly probably was expecting to capture me. I grabbed two towels the baby wipes and razors leaving the rest in there for another time. I wiped my face removing all of the left over gunk and revealing my abundance of freckles.
Sitting into a hot shower is the best thing to do after you've been kidnapped and slept for a whole day. I shaved my legs and armpits because god damn that shit gets hairy.
After washing my hair and body I let the water flow down my back as I closed my eyes and thought about the past events. God, I wonder why I was chosen for this life?

I must've been in there for a while because when I regained consciousness there was a loud booming voice outside the room. How the hell did I manage to black out? I closed the water and stepped out. As soon as I grabbed a towel, and when I mean as soon, I mean one second after i wrapped it around my body, the door slammed open breaking the handles lock, letting the door hit the wall hard. My eyes were wide and I gripped onto the towel for dear life.

"Damian what the fuck!" I panicked. His eyes were dark with rage but he visibly started to calm down once he saw I was still here. He ran up to me and grabbed me tightly, i squirmed in discomfort. He inhaled deeply.

"I thought you left." he whispered. My eyes fluttered closed and I sighed. "How would I be able to leave when you locked the door?" I muttered, not wanting him to become angry.

He let go of me and spoke in a slow manner "i didn't want you to leave and be attacked by something, and you'd probably try to escape anyways." He took in my current appearance.

He sighed and walked out of the bathroom with me following close behind "I brought you some clothes, I checked the sizes on your precious outfit and tried to match as best as i could." he said throwing a bag of clothes at me. I looked up at him and murmured a thanks.

"I'll be out in a moment, alright?" I said. He nodded and quickly left the room. I glanced over to Yves and he scrunched up his nose.

Why is he acting so weird?