Circus of Screams

Chapter 9: A NEW DAY

Chapter 9: A NEW DAY

= A FEW MONTHS LATER =

Waking up in my own filth. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Alright, girls! Time to wake up!" The guard slams his wooden stick across the metal bars of our cages multiple times.

I sigh and sit up in my poor excuse for a bed. A dirty metal frame would be a good way to describe it. I guess you get used to it after a while.

I pull my hospital gown down as far as it will go, take a deep breath, and wait at the door of my cell.

The guard waves the keys to my door in front of the viewing gap to tease me. "I hope you won't go start fights with the other prisoners, girly." The guards chuckles to himself.

I ignore his smart ass remarks and just nod. He unlocks my door and walks on to the next cell door that needs to be opened. I slowly walk out, seeing all the other girls come out the same time.

"You girls know the drill. Get in line." The guard shouts at all of us from down the hall.

I shift into a line formation wherever I could blend in. I know exactly what time of the week it is. I already see lots of girls fighting for last place in the line, since nobody would ever voluntarily go first.

"Righto..walk on, girls. I'll meet you all there. Misbehave and you'll get what's coming for ya'!"

I gulp and start walking with the line. Trying not to fall behind, I speed up a little.

"Watch where you're going!" A girl a few people in front of me spits.

The girls in here are really nasty and harsh. Some may be worse punishment than what the guards give us.

Eventually the line comes to a sudden halt.

"This is the group Master will be sorting through today?" A guard asks from the front of the queue.

"Yes." I hear another guard answer.

The queue starts moving again and we arrive in a fancy looking room. I tilt my head to the side of the line so I can see what's going on at the front.

I see a man of somewhat importance sitting on a fancy looking chair. Is he the 'Master' the guards mentioned?

"What an ugly bunch," The man, who I assume is the Master, scolds.

A guard nudges the girl first in line to move closer to the Master. The Master examines the girl for a while until saying a simple 'Next'.

Quite a few girls have gotten looked at by the Master, all being dismissed. Some beaten, insulted and just plain ignorance towards them. Now it's my turn. I shuffle towards the Master slowly with my heart beating fast.

He examines me up and down, before finally speaking.

"Jet black hair...piercing blue eyes..." He states.

"...its...disgusting. But somehow..."

I swallow dry, fearing what he might say next.

"...I'm attracted to it." He finishes.

A guard ushers me into a room, different to what the rest of the rejections were put in. The guard simply leaves and locks the door.

I scan the room. It's a nice room. Actually, a lot nicer than my cell. I sit down on the bed and wait. I didn't get instructions nor did I get any notice of my meeting with this 'Master'.

About fifteen minutes go by before a man opens the door. It was the Master.

"Hello beautiful." He walks in and shuts the door behind him. Master wasn't bad looking. I'd say he's about in his mid twenties.

Taken by surprise, I smile and give a little wave. "Hi..."

"Don't be shy. What's your name, beautiful?" He sits on the bed next to me and smiles.

I try to think of a fake name quickly. "Ummm..." I say the first name that comes into my head.

"S-Sarah.." I answer.

"Sarah? That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl!" He compliments me.

Normally I'd be flattered. But it isn't my real name and he's a jerk. As long as I don't give him any of my real personal information, I should be ok.

"Thanks..." I say quietly.

Master stands up and walks to a door connected to the room. The closet perhaps?

"Here. This is your closet. Get changed out of that horrid gown." He points to the closet door.

Why was he being so nice to me all of a sudden? First he calls me disgusting then he calls me beautiful! Oh well. I'm enjoy it while it lasts.

I stand up and walk into my closet.

I stand there stunned. It was a massive closet, for...me? No way. This is too good to be true. There must be some catch to this...

"...what's the catch?" I ask after a while of standing in the door way.

"Give yourself to me." He answers honestly.

My eyes widen. "W-What?" I turn to him.

"That's all I ask. It'd be sad to see your beautiful body rot away." He smirks.

Does he think he's being funny? "U-Umm..." I was lost for words. I honestly didn't want to be rude. "I'm sorry, this is great and all, but I'll have to respectfully decline your offer." I try to say as politely as possible.

He laughs. "Oh, sweetie...it's not an offer, you will do as I say. I am your Master, so you will follow my orders. Got it?" The Master says forcefully.

I decide to take a stand. "Y-You can't just force yourself on me! That's illegal!" I protest.

"No one even knows your here. No one even knows this place exists! I don't see how the authorities could possible find us down here. It's your only choice." He explains.

The thought of no one realising I'm down here is upsetting. What if I'm here forever? And more importantly, how have I managed to make it this long without going insane? I've always been pretty strong, mentally and physically. But this is just...too much.

I look around the room and look at my options.

Stay here, do as he says...

Kill myself? No, that would be dumb. That would be giving them what they want!

Try to escape? But how? With this many guards I don't think I'd even have a chance.

Well, that leaves me with no other option but to do as he says. In the meantime, I'll think of a plan.

"What will it be, sweetheart?" I just noticed how close the Master is to me. He's almost pushing up against me, his breath hitting my ear.

"Y-Your right. I have no other logical options. I-I'll dedicate myself to you, Master!" I lie, being over dramatic.

He smiles in victory, and kisses my cheek. "I'm glad you finally came to your senses."

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// authors note //

I've decided to continue this story right until the very end. I'm aware I still have readers, so here you guys are.

In each of the future chapters, I will start to build the story back up so it starts to make more sense.

Thank you for supporting me and encouraging me to keep writing. I'm truly grateful.

~ Steph.