Willows of Wysteria

Chapter 6

Gamorah was trapped.
She didn't know where she was or how she got there. She just woke up in this nightmare. She couldn't see. She could only hear and feel.

And the only thing she felt were chains and wood.

And the things she heard, they were not pleasant, to say the least.
There was no screming.
There was no laughing.
There was nothing to hear, but that's her nightmare.
Well, we haven't talked in a while have we?
She froze. She knew that voice. There was one voice she never wanted to hear.
The sound of her own mind. A sound more terrifying than anything on this earth.
Because, if you listen to it, it will slowly drive you to the edge.
Okay, shut up you. Let me think logically for a moment.
Gamorah moved her wrist to see how tight the ciffs were.  She took note of the fact that they weren't too tight. In fact, they were extremely loose.  Why would any person keeping a hostage do that?
She also noticed that when she jumped in the chair, it moved slightly up and down,  showing that the bolting if the chair was done shoddily.
What is my captor thinking?
______________________
The person laughed, watching as his little plaything ran around, sining a silly little song. But he quickly lost interest. He looked around for another toy to play with, and then he saw it. The doll in the corner looked lovely .

It's time to play with her.

_______________________

"Welcome poppet, hope you're having a wonderful day."

Gamorah scoweled,still unable to see who that voice belonged to. The voice in her head was quiet now, and now, there was another problem. She replied with the only words she could think of at that moment.
"Screw you, you conniving wench."

She heard a pause, meaning he probably didn't expect her to say that of all things. Or he expected her to curse, but she didn't.

Either one.

"Well, I certainly didn't expect you to talk back. Thought you'd want a monologue or something. Your type usually does. Anyway, how are you?"
"Usually, yes, but right now I'd love to be able to see, but besides the panic and the not knowing where I am? I'm bloody fantastic."

She felt something around her head being taken off, and suddenly a bright light flooded her senses. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the light. She was in a plain room, with white walls. She was in the center, chained to a chair. She tried to turn around so she could see the face of her captor, but of course, when she tried, he head got pushed violently forward.
There was another person in the room with her, and she had a hunch that it was not good to fight them.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you? This will be a fun game to play..." he chuckled, sending chills down her spine. She heard him turn around, and then the sound of his foot fall as he walked away. She heard a door slam shut, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled her hands out of the chains, rubbing her wrists .
Brings back memories, doesn't it?
"Shut up." The woman replied out loud. "The restraints are gone, but  they're electrically locked, showing a sign of wealth... The chair is bolted down badly enough for me to move it... I am also most likely being watched..."she muttered, wanting to pace.
"Well..."
That's when she heard the intercom.
"Hello poppet, its time for us to play a game!"
The restraints on her legs fell, freeing the last of her ligaments. She quickly got up and walked away from the chair.
She never had liked restraints.
Black spots danced across her vision, causing her to stumble a bit, but she caught herself before she took a tumble.
"What do you want?" She yelled, crossing her arms.
"We'll play the game called run from the hunters. But we can't here, let's do it outside!" he laughed, sounding like a four year old. The walls around her fell, revealing her to be in the woods of a place.
"Now before you think about escaping, I will tell you something important.... This entire facility is underground. Everything in here is synthetic. You cannot go up to the outside world, because if you even go beyond the boundary, you will die, because of the collar around your neck!"
What?
She felt around her neck, her heart sinking. It felt like a choker, an item she usually wore. That's why she never noticed it.
Why do wealrhy people own good tracking and death gear?
Well, once again we're trapped, aren't we my old friend?
"Shut up." She whispered, looking around.
She was a caged animal.
But this animal was very afraid.
"The game starts now! Run along now!"
Gamorah ran, faster than she ever has.
Something bad would happen if she didn't, and she knew it.  It was her instinct.
An eerie laugh echoed from the intercom throughout the forest. This game has just begun.
And Gamorah was the main player.
______________________
The child laughed, watching the doll dance and move. 
He loved how the doll entertained him.
He decided to play with her every day.
______________________