He left soon after, leaving me a water bottle and some bread, wow, now I really feel like I'm in some dungeon from a story book. Only thing left now is a prince charming to come save me. But we all know that's not going to happen. This is reality, the cold, dark, evil reality I now have to live with until I die. Why couldn't that monster just leave me to die, it would've been better that way. I sigh and stretch out my body, I finally stand up from that corner.
As silently as I can with this chain around my ankle I walk into the middle of the room and spread my wings, my bones crack and pop as I stretch. They're sore from sitting in that corner for so long. Each wing is about four feet in length from my body to the tips. The tips of my wings even touch the walls on either side of me. I smile faintly, seeing my wings uninjured and still soft.
Though that smile soon fades as I look down at myself and notice all the blood on my dress and side still. I shiver, remembering how that blood got there. Thinking, I start to pace the room. Eventually I get too tired to move anymore and I walk back over to my corner. I open the water bottle the monster had left for me and drink it all in one gulp, my thirst finally getting quenched. I lick my lips, never had I thought I would miss water so much. Afterwards I set the empty plastic bottle down by the bread that I wasn't going to eat.
I would've eaten it, unfortunately there was mold on it. Soon enough I feel my strength start to fade and I find it hard to keep my eyes open. My consciousness starts to fade and my eyes close completely, my wings wrap around myself as I fall into an unwanted, restless sleep. Scared to fall asleep but too tired to stay awake.
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I awoke alone, in the dark room. It was so cold, I'm shivering. I want to go home, I don't want to live if this is going to be my life. I curl myself into a tighter ball and sob quietly, god forbid that monster overhears me. I cry until I've run out of tears, it hurts, everything just hurts maybe I'll starve to death...My thoughts are cut off when the door opens. I freeze, oh god no, he's back.
"Not hungry? That's surprising, considering you haven't eaten in four days." His voice is cold and demonic, I hate it, it always sends shivers down my spine. He is a slap in the face, reminding me of how cruel the world is. A world I will never be free of, I died and still can't rid myself of reality. He walks towards me and grabs my ankle harshly. I gasp as I get pulled away from the wall, my back hits the concrete floor of the room and I wince in pain. My wings lay out at my sides, I look down at him, terrified.
"W-what d-do you want?" I stutter out quietly, my fear clear in my voice and on my face, I look at his hand, which is clasped right above the shackle.
"From you, nothing yet." He answered calmly, his free hand producing a key. He unlocks the cuff around my ankle and lets it fall to the ground with a resonating clatter. As he does this I can't help but ponder on the one word he said, "yet." He stands up and grabs the chain between the handcuffs still around my wrists. With a quick yank I'm stumbling to my feet, almost bumping into him, I wince as the cuffs dig into my skin. " Come on, start walking." He pushes me towards the door, drawing his scalpel, he holds it against my back as motivation.
He leads me through hall after hall, in what looks like a hospital, an old abandoned one. It's scary and intimidating, just like him, a perfect match in hell. He stops me at a door that once had a sign on it, now it's been clawed off by something. There's traces of old blood on the door, how welcoming, I shiver at the thoughts of what I guess had happened. I yelp, the scalpel digging into my back.
He only chuckles at my fear, "What are you waiting for, go in." With a shaky hand I reach out towards the door and grab the handle. I turn it and push on the door lightly, it opens with a loud creak, revealing a pitch black room. I coughed as the smell hit me, mildew and bleach, that's the combination that hit me full force. I spared a glance back at him before he reached over me, his chest pressing against my back, I stiffened. He was so close, he smelled of mint and chocolate, weirdly enough.
I flinched as the blinding lights hit my eyes and the man backed away from me, I relaxed, he was only turning on the lights, that's all. When I looked into the room a confused expression graced my face, It was a shower room. From what I could see there were twelve stalls, six on each wall. I felt him push me into the room, not harshly this time.
"Take off the bandages, wash off all the blood, I'll be back in an hour to inspect the injury." He mutters before going to close the door. His voice not nearly as demonic as earlier, I wonder why.
I stop him. "W-wait! What if someone walks in?" I look back at him, a pink tinting my cheeks, he only chuckles in response, with a shake of his head.
"Nobody's here princess, nobody to walk in on you and more importantly, nobody to save you." I can tell he's smirking under his mask as he gazes upon my fear stricken face. That was it, I really wasn't ever getting out of here, nobody would save me and who knows how far this place is from any other people. It's just me and him, the demon and his captured angel.
With that he closes and locks the door, leaving me no choice but to obey his words.
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Well, that's it, the fourth chapter, it took a whole lot longer than I thought it would. >-<
Anyway, enjoy and what do you guys think about the "monster's" point of view for one of the chapters? Tell me what you think! :D
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