Mr. Sheeran's Forbidden Flowers

three

    I don't remember drifting off, but apparently I did. I'm awaken by two pairs of hands grabbing at me. I scream and kick, trying to fight back but of course that doesn't work.

     I'm forced to my feet and pushed toward some sort of building. Its creepy looking, like in a scary movie. When I get a good glimpse at the building I see its a flower shop. "Mr. Sheeran's flowers" 

   Confusion sweeps over me as I'm forced into the back entrance. My confusion only grows as I get inside. It looks just like a flower shop.  The room smells of roses and I see tulips and certain seed packets scattered all over the place. "This must be a joke..." I think to myself. who kidnaps someone just to take them to get flowers?

      Its when I'm pushed into another door that I realize whats truly going on. Thats just a coverup for something much more sinister. I'm pushed down a hallway into a weird looking room. The door is slammed behind me and I'm left alone, that is until i see movement from the desk i didn't notice was there.

      A man with bright red hair and pale skin turns around slowly in a rolling chair. "This guy sure has a flare for the dramatic." I think to myself wishing they would just get to killing me. When he finally turns all the way around he looks me up and down slowly and licks his lips. "Name?" he says without a hint of emotion.

     "No. just do what your going to do to me and get it over with." I say with fabricated bravery in my voice. He sighs of annoyance and asks again. "Name?" I laugh bitterly but refuse to tell him anything. he chuckles and says "Your stubborn. i like that. I'm going to ask one more time and I truly don't like to repeat myself. whats your name?" He stands up and comes over toward me. He really isn't that tall. 5'10 at most and dosent look strong enough to hurt me. I scoff and say "I don't have a name." He rolls his eyes and slaps me. 

     I fall to the ground with a grunt. I was wrong, he is a lot stronger than i would've thought. "I didn't even hit you that hard, get up." I groan again but refuse to move. He sighs again and says "I could've sworn I told you I don't like repeating myself. Get up." I hesitate for a moment but slowly start to move. When I get to my feet and glare at him "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to hit a girl?" He smiles can says "Even after that you still have a mouth on you? Oh you'll be fun."

     A sick feeling comes to my stomach as I realize what he means. "What can I do to get out of here?" I ask with a certain defiance in my voice that wasn't expected. He starts to laugh an evil laugh that I never want to hear again. "Your not serious right?" He looks at me for confirmation and I just roll my eyes. He starts to laugh harder when he realizes how serious I was. "Your cute." He says after his little fit. " Its nothing you can do sweetheart."

   My stomach drops at the fact that he's probably right. This isn't something I can't talk my way out of. He stays silent and lets his words sink in. "Alanna."I mumble in defeat. "What?" he asks interested. "My name... is Alanna." My name is the first sign of my submission.  

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(A/N: GUYS I SWEAR IM TRYING. I KNOW THIS STORY IS ROUGH BUT I PROMISE IT WILL GET BETTER. IM SORRY, DON'T HATE ME.)