Marionette

Chapter 2;Rehearsal

I woke up on the cold wet floor that my tears had sunken into." Dont cry. Eventually ill get out of here. I have to be strong" I thought to myself. The small portion of sun in the room heated my back despite it being absolutely freezing in there. I tried to get up but I realized..how long as it been since ive eaten? Ive been gone for..i dont know 3 or more days..

I heard the mans footsteps echo outside the doorway, the knob rattled and unlocked, letting himself in. "Are you ready for rehearsal, Marionette?"
"No. When will you let me go?!" i chimed through my teeth, running towards him, but he was far more taller then I was and I was no match. I looked him straight in his masked eyes. He bent down slightly, just enough so we could be face to face. "It makes me sad you already wanna leave..but dont worry, as far as im concerned your going nowhere.." by the sound of his voice i knew he was smiling. He grabbed me by the face and shook it, raising his voice he said "Right??" and pushed my face against the cold floor. "Yes-yes sir please!" he pressed my face harder down towards the floor "stop it!" I whispered loud enough for him to hear. "Promise me!!" He manouvered his hand and pressed his foot, his dirty foot against my ears, pressing me down further. "Yes sir i promise you! please stop!" all the pressure released and a single tear paved its way down my skin.

He retrieved the small box again. He twirled my hair and placed the laced bow on top of my head. He grabbed my butt and squeezed; I clenched my teeth, i wanted to slap him or something but i knew it wouldnt do any good on my part. He lifted up my shirt and pulled down my pants. He pulled the blue dress over my head and leaned in closer to my face. "Ill be right back, Marionette"

Not to long after he held a strange looking bag. "We just need to fix your makeup." who was we? My mind was pacing back and forth. Theres two? I closed my eyes shut. I felt him paint thin lines down my eyelids. He then drew something on my lips and drew lines down my cheek bones. "Perfect, wanna see?" I shook my head. Yes, ofcourse i wanna see myself starving and exhausted. Oh yeah and ofcourse i wanna be reminded of how there's no escape. He put my hair into two pigtails and said "Now do you wanna see?" I shook my head no again. "Well too bad." He held up the mirror and I shut my eyes. He slapped me across the face;i bit my tounge. "Look!" I looked into the mirror and saw somebody i didnt recognize. The bags under my eyes were purple. There was pure fright in my sad eyes. He drew a heart onto my lips and drew eyelashes on my lids. The girl I was looking at didnt look like me. "Ok! Rehearsal!" he chorused.

He stood me in the middle of the isolated room. "Now dance! But look creepy and doll like! Left, right! Put more feel!" he shouted. He had a record player in the room playing some of my favorite songs. It reminded me of those nights where me and mother would dance to the music and laugh together. The boys would play cards and we would all eat out and watch tv on our little black and white screen. We would have bowls of popcorn too. I wondered what they were doing now. I lost the rythem and tears made little rivers down my face and dried up. My eyes stung and my stomach hurt "What are you doing?? Hold on i have an idea!" he strutted out of the room and back in with a knife and ropes. "Now, dont move."

He slapped duct tape over my mouth and i knew whatever that was gonna happen next wasnt going to be good. He tied my wrists up and tightened the ropes as tight as possible and did the same to my feet. I screamed and bit the tape. My skin was irratated and rubbed red. Skinny to the bone. I refused to let him do anything else and pulled my arm back and kicked him. He ripped off the tape "Anything you wanna say? Don't refuse my orders or you better believe your gonna live one painful life-or death!" "Im sorry sir please dont hurt me! Can I have something to eat? Please, i beg of you!" he lifted up his mask only enough to see his mischievous smile, laughing at me from the inside. Inside of his wicked soul. A psychotic man he was. "Only if your good, Marionette!" I gulped down my spit, a large lump forming in my throat and another salty tear fell down my soft cheeks and into my mouth. I noticed he held something behind his back. Everything else was just a foggy memory. He took a fuzzy white cloth with red stains on the front and put it to my lips. My eyes slowly closed and the last thing I remember is falling to the floor, the ropes still tied to my skin, swaying in the air as I landed and hit the stone bottom.