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》》》rishika_anne
CHAPTER FOUR
"Move," Benedict ordered the guy who was standing in front of me in a gruff voice. Silently, the guy shuffled away, standing awkwardly in the back of the room. Looking back at Benedict, I saw his chest was heaving up and down, in a steady but fast motion, as if he had come from a long way away running.
"Now, Maddie-" he said, enunciating my nick-name carefully, "-be a good girl and GET THE HECK UP OFF MY BED!"
"No," I stated calmly. There was no way I was going to let him push me around-if I wanted answers, I needed to force them out of him (seeing as he obviously was not in a mood to politely accept interrogations at the moment-or ever), and to do so I needed to make a "tough-girl" appearance from the start. Don't get me wrong, I don't need a physical fight right at the moment, for I am still dazed from the shock at being kidnapped.
"What?" he said in a deadly quiet voice. "No." I repeated in an equally calm tone, with an edge to it.
"What?"
"No."
"Wha-a-a-t?"
"Jesus Christ, dude, you gotta hearing problem or somethin'? I've frikin' said it 3 times now!"
"Just making sure...before I take you to The Court and they rule out your punishments; ya know, cuz I would never want to leave out some form of disrespect you proposed to me and DISCREDIT YOU." Benedict said the last two words with a weird heaviness, but before Madison could quite put her finger on it, she was heaved up by the arm and darkness immediately followed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Arms flailing around, reaching out to grab something, anything, that could help her keep her balance, as when they heaved her up they caught her off balance, she accidentally hit her own face, right in the eye precisely. Feeling rough, canvas-like material, she realized that she had been blindfolded. Then all of a sudden she felt two strong pairs of hands grab her wrists and tie them behind her back. She then started screaming in an effort to recieve some help, but then, of course, felt a bad-tasting piece of burnt rubber in her mouth.
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"AAARGH!" Madison let out a strangled gasp of surprise as she was thrown onto what felt like a rough, wooden, grainy floor, with many squeaky floorboards; she could tell because all around her she could hear footsteps walking around, and with each step came an unmistakable (yet an annoying) squeak!. Then she was yanked off the floor and put in what felt like a hard wooden chair. She felt her hands getting tied around the back of the chair, her legs getting tied to the inividual legs of the chair, and then immediately the blindfold was taken off (rather roughly, she may add). The sight beholden was...*ahem* interesting...
CHAPTER SIX
She was in a large ovular room, with tall ceiling-to-floor windows that ran the of the entire span of the room. Through the wide windows she could easily make out where she was: there were rolling grassy hills covered in dandelions, and in the distance there were huge mountains. Running down its center was a long, polished, glossy wooden conference table, with chairs on each side (including the two heads) that could seat at least 100 to 150 people. Taking notice of the people surrounding her, she realized why the conference table was so big; there were over a 100 people in here! One of whom, she thought with less enthusiasm, was Benedict Cumberbatch. Yippee! She added.
"You are probably wondering why you are here," a deep, heavily English-accented voice spoke out, scaring her out of her thoughts. He paused, as if expecting her to speak. When she didn't, and instead stared at him opening and closing hr mouth like a guppy fish with no words coming out, he continued. "Well, I -we- are going to explain to you what you're doing here, and what we want from you, and then maybe, just maybe, if you follow our directions, you can escape with your life."
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