Ifangeleen

My sweet.

My precious.

My Ifangeleen.

My love.

My innocent.

My Ifangeleen.

So lovely,

So dearest,

So kind.

So soft,

So generous,

So beautiful.

I'll be home soon,

My little Ifangeleen.

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My sore eyes slowly opened, squinting against the bright white light. I tried to open my mouth but something kept my lips together. I tried to make any sound come from my throat but it was so dry and the only sound I heard was a muffled whine.

I let my eyes adjust to the bright light and tried to sit up. My hands and feet were tightly chained down to what felt like a bed. I slightly turned my head and show where I was. It was a small bedroom. Everything was white. The sheets, the bed, the walls, the door, even my clothes.

I started panicking. I pulled and strained against the chains. I fought against my dry throat to scream but my lips never moved. I felt hot, salty tears fall out of the corners of my eyes. I took a deep breathe and closed my eyes.

That's when I heard the door open. I popped my eyes open and my heart beat started to sky rocket. I looked to see who opened the door. It was a younger man with dark hair. It was just long enough to brush behind his ears. He had on a pure white lab coat. He wore shiny black dress shoes and ironed slacks. When he turned around I saw his eyes. They were a blue grey color.

He wore an old punk rock t shirt. I thought it odd about his fashion choice, especially since he seemed to be a doctor of some sort.

"Hello Lucy, how are you this fine morning?" He seemed cheery. I didn't try to respond because I knew I wouldn't be able to talk. He looked at me after writing something down on his clipboard. "Forgive me, I forgot about your.....punishment, shall we say?"

Punishment? What the hell is he talking about? I gave him a questioning look. "You've forgotten, haven't you? Well no worries little one, I'll simply show you." I grabbed something out of his coat pocket and opened it. "Here." It was a mirror. I saw a face staring back at me.

The face was scarred and pale. The eyes looked so tired, so lost. The lips were sewn together with white, blood stained thread. That's when I realized, the reflection was me.

I felt like my heart was pounding against my throat. Tears came out like streams. I threw my head back and let out a dry cracked sob. "I'm sorry, sweet heart, I truly am. I had nothing to do with this, I swear, but Dr. Black is a soulless, careless, monster of a man. He gets things done whether they're humane or not." The man looked angry.

"I'm so sorry, I'll cut those off, but this will hurt." He had a small pair of surgical scissors in his hands. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Three, two, one" I felt the cold metal on my lips, it so moving smoothly and each time I heard the small snip of the scissors my lips felt a bit more loose.

"Okay, they're all cut, now here's the painful part, taking them out." I braced myself for the pain. He quickly removed the threads before I could wince in pain. "There, they've been in there longer than I thought, you're bleeding pretty bad, I'll patch you up." He gave me a sad smile and dabbed alcohol on my wounds.