Twisted Circus

Chapter Three

Sienna's eyes began to peel open and she immediately felt the pain of a headache attack her forehead. A sliver of the colour in her eye was in view now, and she was able to notice Francis, sat in front of her, staring at her with those ocean- blue eyes. He immediately looked away when he saw she was awake, and shifted uncomfortably away. From the brown sheets although rough feeling across her bare legs, she appeared to be in a bed.

It took Sienna a moment to realise she was still at that crazed circus; it was no nightmare. She instantly attempted to remove herself away from Francis in panic, but as she did, she was yanked back; her arms were locked down with giant, metal chains. Like the one around Mary's neck. That thought made Sienna cringe to the core. For all she knew, it could be the same one.

" Morning." Francis forced a struggled smile, placing a cup of water on a mouldy night stand that was next to her.

Sienna's wide, green eyes scanned the room with fear. She hadn't seen this room before. Sienna shot her eyes back to Francis- she wasn't in a tent.

" What the fuck... Where am I?" Sienna ignored his greeting, and her body shivered as the cold air collapsed against her arms- there was nothing she could due to the restrains holding her back. Plus, the blanket covering her legs barely did the job. It was thinning, and looked like it hadn't been washed in centuries.

"My caravan," Francis said. "I should really take you to your room. Mr Weinstein would be probably be pissed, but I just wanted to wait for you to wake up."

He began grabbing a bowl of what could only be described as gruel, off of the ground using both his wooden hands to assure he didn't drop it. Sienna couldn't stop staring at them with pure grossness spread across her face. She didn't even attempt to hide it. They were revolting. Sienna never seen anything like it, and it scared her to death.

After Mr Weinstein had promised Sienna that she'd work for him from this day forth, she had a breakdown and fainted to the ground. It was 4am by the time they'd got her to Pennsylvania, and they were going to feed her before letting her sleep. But as soon as Sienna fainted, Mr Weinstein realised well rest was needed. Especially if she was going to be performing in two weeks time.

Sienna had no idea.

" Listen, Sienna..," Francis began. "I'm- I'm sorry about threatening you yesterday. I just had to you know, scare you so you wouldn't try to escape." He meant it to. Everything he'd done when kidnapping her, was simply an act. A trap. The evilness within his eyes and in his voice. Just a simple act. He could win an Oscar for that performance; he'd done it more than twenty times.

He didn't want anyone to get hurt.

When Sienna didn't reply, he rubbed the back of his neck feeling awkward. Sienna didn't believe this was a human being. What kind of person does this? Oh yeah, but he wasn't a person to her.  

He was a monster. A Disgusting, vile monster.

He darted his eyes to her sliced wrists, clear
concern filling his somehow adorable face. He was beautiful, but Sienna just couldn't see it. Those arms were glued to her mind, causing his pretty face to disappear quicker than a stain of breath upon a mirror.

"You're bleeding," He went to grab her wrist with his carved hands, and Sienna took another horrifying look at him and pulled away, causing a pang of hurt to travel through his body, but he ignored it. Tears were burning in Sienna's eyes, threatening to erupt and she snapped.