ROYAL CREATURES by vayia

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Alicia

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She tries in vain, once again, to run away, but his big hands keep her tight, creating wounds. He always likes to torture her, before doing all those cruel things to her. She hates the fact that she can't resist him; he is so strong, he has supernatural powers. She keeps screaming on the top of her voice, with her eyes sealed. Hot tears are burning her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks He keenly throws her on the cold floor of the cellar, so she slightly hits her head. She opens her eyes and watches him while he is slowly walking towards her. He gets closer and stands above her. She can discern - despite the darkness - his derisive and disgusting smile. He leans on her and puts his hands on her hips, pushing them. She can't let her tears roll down her rosy cheeks, from her beautiful eyes. She's tired of crying. After all, she has to seem brave and not to reveal her weakness and her fear. He is getting closer and closer. He pulls back the hair that cover her neck and chest and now she can feel his breath on her skin. This is awful, she thinks. But she knows she can not change any of this. He is a monster; and she is his dinner.

I woke up sweated for umpteenth time this month. I am really upset. I stayed in bed thinking about the times I have seen this dream. Not every day. However, very often. Every time, I wake up at exactly the same time. This is weird. That guy? Long story. Wait for the movie. Humour. I use it when I do not know how to handle situations. The same face, the same sarcastic smile, the same frosty hands. All that provokes me is disgust. But it is the continuity I worry most about. Which I have never seen though.

«Alicia Clarke, come here sweetheart, the breakfast is ready,» I heard my mother's urgent voice that took me out of my thoughts.

I looked around my bedroom and all I could see was a dark place, full of emptiness and grief, which I am forced to call mine. Big, full, imperial furniture are all over the room. It is so full, but still makes me feel really empty; emotionally empty.
I walked out of the bed and looked at the large mirror of my room once. My hair is messy, my clothes crocheted and I am sure my mother will remind me once again of the protocol, how to dress and behave. I don't want to hear her huge - rather endless - monologue, so I put my hair and nightcloth in order before going into the dining room.

I slowly got into the dining room. Nothing has changed since yesterday. The heavy wooden table is in the middle of the dining room and red, velvety, also heavy, curtains hang from the large windows. The servants come and go constantly, bringing food and drinks from the kitchen. Servants? It is not right to be called like that. I'm not sure how exactly they are named. But honestly if I was the chief here I would have let them go for the rest of their lives. My father, of course, as the leader of the family, has another view.

I sat on my seat and when everyone was here, we started eating. My aunt sat besides me and was looking at me from time to time. I swear, this woman does not like me at all. She is always against me. She has long black hair which reach down her waist and big black eyes. She has always a strict look painted on her face. My mother has the same brown shiny hair color as me and the same big brown eyes. We look alike very much and we have many common features. We are close to age, since she is only thirty-five, but we have a typical relationship. My father has black hair and eyes like his sister. My little sister, Anna, on the other hand, doesn't look like any of our parents. She has her own style and image. She has long golden hair, polished in the sun and dropped into pretty little curls on her shoulders while her eyes' colour is honey-yellow.

«Today is the ball for your aunt's birthday,» said my father. What do I care? I just beckoned.
«Be ready by nine,» my mother added, and I beckoned once again.
«Take your sister and go to your room, we have to talk, me and your parents,» my aunt said in turn and I rolled my eyes when I took Anna by the hand and headed towards to my room quickly.

«Do you like Aunt Adelaide?» Anna asked me a little while later as she glanced up at me while I was grooming her hair.
«She is our aunt, so I guess we should like her,» I replied to her question, without any conviction and she nodded her head.

Not long after, I opened my clothes closet to find the right dress to wear at the dance. And frankly, I have no appetite for going to this stupid dance. I randomly busted out a long dress in the color of sugar. It is narrow in my trunk and loosen more in the leg's part. It has no sleeves, and my shoulders and chest are uncovered, so I pulled a necklace out of my drawer.
I made a lot of effort to wear it but it is so narrow that it was almost impossible to get in it.
«Emily, I can't slip into this corset. I do not want to go to her stupid dance. Tell my mother I'm ill. I don't understand the point of this ball,» I exhaled and sat on my bed as I folded my arms defensively over my chest. Emily is a very good friend of mine. The only one to be honest. Her and Thomas. She's so beautiful and charming with these pretty, wild eyes which look at you like they're some kind of a wild creature and they want to feed from you.
«Come on Alice, do not be stubborn. Just get up and let me help you with the dress,» Emily said, and I sighed once again.
«The point, my dear,» Emily's speech run on as she placed her each hand on her pelvis «is to have fun. It has nothing to do with your aunt».

I walked up to her and she helped me to get myself up in this dress before she tied it tightly on my back. I wore the necklace and I sprayed some perfume on my wrists. I looked at myself in the mirror and Emily smiled at me through the mirror.
«Come on,» she gave me her hand and I got hold of it.

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