(Harry's P.O.V.)
I gasped and shuddered as I stumbled through the dark mansion. Blood seeped from where they had yanked my stitches out, threads hanging and dripping with ruby liquid as I keeled and choked on the metallic poison in my throat.
I stammered on, limping from where they'd sliced straight down my tendons, towards the dark door in the corner.
It was half of ten. They didn't risk getting any closer to midnight, I wrenched open the door, slipping inside and clicking it shut as I faltered through the inky darkness, careful not to trip and damage myself further. If I was going to the ball, I at least wanted to be able to run away, if need be.
He was waiting for me. Dressed in a rouge royal purple suit, he stood, a small oil candle clutched in his overhead hands, whilst my own skinny ones shook with pain as I clutched the banister, stepping meekly towards him.
Dice put down the candle, a thick key in his hand, a morose look on his face.
"Get in the cellar. Now." He didn't even need to remind me; this happened every night. He locked me up at least two hours before; three if he was angry. Sometimes more, simply because he hated the sight of me.
Most likely he'd hit me before he locked me up for being late- despite it not being my fault. Was I that monstrous that I had to be blamed for it all?
But instead of slamming his fist into my face, grinding the rusty chains into my face and beating me until I was out cold, he simply gave me a light shove and shackled my hands and feet to the walls. I was beyond confused but didn't question it.
He stood back, slamming the iron bars shut and keying all the locks, chains wrapping round, enclosing me in this literal steel cage. He took yet another step back, his ice cold gaze meeting my own, pale sapphire ones. Hatred evident in his stare.
'You're going to the ball." He stated. Even though I knew this already, it was as though his words were binding me in this hell. No backing out now.
"Yes..." I whispered meekly, cringing as the rough, rusty chains sawed at my skin, gnawing into it until raw, red flesh showed beneath, shining with fresh blood.
"Good. So you listen. Well... I think it's good. People shall see the monstrosity of your features, the grotesqueness of your body... see the freak your parents raised, behind the blood and pain..." He hissed, each word growing in anger as he practically spat them at me through the bars. It was now 11:30... interesting. I didn't realize it took him so long to chain me up...
"...see the disgusting little boy. You think they'll feel sympathy to the fucking little ragdoll? NO. Because you're nothing to them. You're nothing to ANYBODY and you will never be. Who could ever love a little patchwork of slime like you? They won't even want to look at you... "Anger built within me as my eyes once again flickered to the clock. His speech was waning slightly, the words not quite reaching my head, yet their meaning visible and cold.
It was ten minutes to midnight now. Ten minutes until I struck back, until I grabbed his face and smashed it against the bars, stole his key and chose my next victim... him... finally...
"...I can't wait until you meet the princess. She'll probably want to kill herself once she sees your face... shun you away and make you leave, smash in your skull just to make it look better than it already- ". The clock struck twelve. Time froze as our eyes connected. My eyes darkened to a deep sapphire as I stepped forwards, a slow smirk appearing across my more defined features and I stalked slowly. He was stiff with shock, his pine and lime green eyes dilating in fear. Couldn't move. This only made things easier.
The chains constricted me, but my slim hands and arms easily scraped out of them, skin slicing off from the squeeze, yet so very worth it.
He seemed to remember what was happening, tried to get away.
But it was too late. My hand shot forwards, wrapping around his chubby wrist, my nails digging into his tender flesh, drawing blood easily.
He cried out, writhing slightly, but I simply smirked, my buck-tooth only adding to the silly insanity that was me. I simply slammed the nail of my thumb into the vein on his wrist, an agonizing scream winding up his back towards his lips, but too slow for the hand that slammed into his mouth.
A petty attempt to bite my hand made me chuckle darkly, the blood merely warming me as the hot liquid rand down my wrist. He began to choke on the blood seeping into his mouth, horror, anger and fear overwhelming his features.
Silly dicey fool. I was only getting started...and I had a full hour to complete my goal.
YOU ARE READING
Twisted Hopus Story
HorrorA handsome boy, thrown into the darkness by his evil, adoptive parent... but this time he must be kept away. For when the clock strikes twelve, instead of losing his riches and looks, he loses something much more ... his sanity . . .
