"You... are a puzzle, Miss Sinclair" her voice proper and auto-tuned, she was robotic, in a way. Human, but not fully human.
The Madame rose from her chair, gave sickly sweet smile, nodding delicately to me. Her face made you forget all you worries and I almost believed every lie her gaze sang to me.
"We must talk privately," Her hands gestured to a place unknown."perhaps this way will comfort you"
I gazed in the direction of her wavering hand, moving forward, only to be pulled back by the official grasping my arm.
A swift kick to the shin and the hand on my arm unclenched, releasing me to the nowhere i was stumbling towards.
The blank walls closed in and the obsidian eyes of all followed each step i took, gazing at me and the Madame.
No one ever has the opportunity to speak to a Madame. They are high class, rich, and slightly pretentious. Every move they make is graceful, the proof is in front of me, strutting over to a dark door against the white hallway.
Carefully, she twisted the doorknob, entering a room with two chairs, both facing the other, flicking the light switch on. She sat in the highest chair, gesturing for me to sit down.
"You must understand, Miss Sinclair," her voice never wavered, her speech almost practiced. "I run a very well oiled machine here. Each cog is perfect and makes the people happy."
She paused only a moment, as if to give me time to process her words.
"Its all for the people. If the people are happy, we have succeeded. Uniqueness only upsets the poor dull minded fools."
I can comprehend her words but only barely. She speaks with such conviction I can hardly hear her words. I try to stare at something other than the Madame but she is quite the magnet for your eyes.
"You are not a dull minded fool, Miss Sinclair," She announced. "Quite the opposite, actually. You are intelligent. You are similar on the inside but a complicated puzzle within. Though sometimes, your uniqueness feels the need to peek out of the darkness. That is what the umbrella is for. Whether you knew it or not, we could tell. And if we could tell, so could the identical people."
I was taken aback. Who else knew of their title? I had never spoken it before i had not told a soul of the name I gave the people, the one i had made up only hours before.
It was clear. She wanted to scare me. She wanted to break down a wall and watch me collapse.
She was not sweet.
She was not kind
She was inhuman.
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Desolation Reigns
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