Gwendolyn,Get Your Gun🚬

Chapter 9-The Wall

  She felt sweat slick down her arm and mesh with the leather straps binding her wrists to the metal chair.
The tightness of the leather against her skin was cutting off blood circulation to her fingers. They were starting to grow numb. Still,she balled her hands into fists and strained against it. She tried to move her legs, too, but alas they were also bound. Then she noticed that the metal chair on which she was situated was fixated to the wall.

Gwendolyn panicked.

  She took in her environment. She could barely see a thing,save the single fluorescent that lit up her area only,but from the unearthly coldness of the room,she could tell its walls were made of metal. There was no source of heat whatsoever and Gwendolyn could feel goosebumps form on her chest.

She heard a sound and all the hairs on her skin pricked up in attentive fright.

"Who's that?" she cried,but no sound came out.

She tried to move again,but her feet and wrists didn't budge. Her discomfiture only increased because her struggling had resulted in her hair bangs falling over her face.

Just then,the light went off.

Her heart flew to her throat. Cold sweat trickled down the side of her neck.

Asunción. Asunción, where are you?

Huge footsteps filled the room, echoing off the walls. Fear rose like a bile in Gwendolyn's chest. She looked left and right frantically, her bangs continuously falling over eyes, as she searched for where the sounds came from.

The footsteps came closer, each contact it made with the floor resonating in her chest, like the peals of a rung bell.

The footsteps stopped.

Gwendolyn swallowed the bile of fear and unsettlement that had congealed in her chest.

She'd be brave.

She'd be brave like Michelangelo.

She'd be brave like her mother.

She'd be brave no matter-

The lightbulb came on.

Oh my God.

The footsteps had stopped right in front of her and she could see two large feet connected to two trunk like legs and a torso larger than ten times the width of her head.

The face was hidden by darkness but Gwendolyn was sure of one thing.

This was the wall she'd slammed into.

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The Wall himself was unsure of how the little girl was still alive after the colossal collision she'd made with his body.She ought to be hospitalized by now, but here she was... all frizzled and frazzled but still alive, her big brown eyes blinking up at him in what looked like a heady mixture of fear and confusion.

"Gwyneth?" he asked,his deep voice rumbling.

She trembled and leaned backwards a little.

It almost made him smirk.

"Gwyneth,your-"
He stopped when he saw her shaking her head vigorously.

"What is it?"

She shook her head again.

"Cat got your tongue?"

More head shaking.

"Speak up, child!"

Gwendolyn frowned then. She furrowed her eyebrows at him,then brought out her tongue and shook her head.

He gazed at her in utter confusion, until it dawned on him.