❝I've simply searched ages for a completion to my collection and I think I've finally found one, it's you, you are my prized possession ❞
once she enjoyed a gratified life full of love and her passions until she faced a haunting encounter with a pro...
"And me, with my wounds, with my violent blood, with my painful and untranslatable experiences" —Daniela Crăsnaru
Adul
I was petrified when I woke up. Startling me Darla paced quietly around the space. A smirk on her lips as she was satisfied of her capture.
"Look who's awake? I suppose we'll have to wait on your friends." She mocked. I turned to my right seeing an unconscious Genevieve. Her dark hair matted as it covered her face. Hunched over she drooled, the liquid wetting her white nightgown.
I shivered at her state. An unwanted rest that I've had many times before.
I looked around the space—the only other body was to the left of me. Irving in the same position. Her limbs folded carelessly as her head hung low. Her strawberry locs tangled and knotted.
Where was Marisol? Did they kill her? Was she their next victim?
"When they wake up. Be sure to let me know, Oh wait—" she paused as she pointed to her lips "You can't." Smiling she walked towards the door, shutting off the light switch that dimly illuminated the outhouse.
Pitch darkness surrounded me as I sat down on the cold concrete. My arms tied tightly behind my back rubbing against the harsh burlap of the rope. I bit tightly on the thick cloth that was forced in my mouth— unable to speak only muted screams being heard.
I begged for anyone to hear me. Even though I was aware that no one would. My being possessed a small amount of hope that it carried from the beginning.
My throat swelled as I let out empty screams, broken calls for help,muffled yells anything that could possibly alarm of my presence. But as the pain controlled my chest exhaustion forced me to ease.
I felt heat rise to my face as my eyes watered. I sat back against the wall in defeat. Hot tears dispersed down my cheeks while I sobbed quietly.
I was going to die here?
I waited— for sometime in the darkness. My face sticky with dried tears and mucus. The cold surface of the concrete created goosebumps along my bare legs as I shivered in place.
Please Anyone. Anything. I silently begged.
Shuffling was heard beside me. I turned my head to see the outline Irving's body jolt in fear. A heart wrenching muffled scream made its way through her throat.
"Mmmm." She screeched.
I wanted to comfort her. To let her know she wasn't alone. I bit harder on the damp cloth between my lips as I let out a cry.
Her screeching halted at the sound of my suppressed voice. She turn her head leaning over to view my dark figure.
I heard groaning to the right of me as Genevieve woke from her unwanted slumber. She sat up quickly searching around her, seeing our faint bodies she huffed in relief.
Though our circumstance was dreadful. We had each other for now.
We sat together, the temperature in the space becoming colder at an alarming rate. Chills erupted through my limbs as they became numb.
Low voices could be heard from outside the outhouse. A dim light shining from under the crooked door. I watched attentively as the doorknob jiggled, opening the door the single light illuminated the space.
Taehyung stood at the entrance with Darla behind him. His face in fear and disgust at our position.
"Adul?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked to me. "Darla how could you—" he started. I screeched as I caught a glimpse of Darla hauling a glass bottle towards his head. Causing him to tumble down into the room.
He groaned as his skin bled from the shards of glass. "I'm so sorry, " she spoke as she pulled out a white cloth and pressed it forcefully to his nose.
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Taehyung
Groaning I woke up in pain, with a pounding in my head my eyes adjusted to the yellow light that flooded the dark outhouse. My skin burned from the glass slicing through it.
I glanced around. The dolls were conscious as they were tied up tightly against the wall. Their mouths gagged and eyes alarmed. I shuffled in my place. The bare skin of my wrist rubbing against the tight rope.
"Fuck! Darla release me!" I shouted gathering their attention.
She sat on a chair in the middle of space. With her legs crossed she smiled in joy. "Yes! Taehyung you're finally awake!" she spoke.
"Darla what is this! release me." I demanded
She grinned, "Now if I did that, where is all the fun?" Stalking toward me she entangled her hands in my hair as she cupped my face. "You're gonna get all you deserve once you watch all your precious dolly's die."
I groaned "Fuck off Darla what are you on about!?"
"I am sick and tired of constantly being the last choice. When I was here for you since the beginning. I'm the one that does all the work when you treat these bitches like some prize!" she screamed
She stalked towards Genevieve harshly gripping her dark locs in her hand as she slammed her head back into the wall. Genevieve cried in terror.
"Make food Darla, Clean up Darla, Darla I'm stressed rid of them Darla. I put their blood on my hands to make sure that your prized slut doesn't get suspicious." She pointed towards Adul, her eyes looked at me in desperation.
"Darla don't touch her!" I shouted as she harshly kicked Adul's limbs. Adul's screams we're covered by the cloth between her teeth.
My baby I am so sorry.
"What do you want, Darla I'll give you anything just... Let her go." I sighed.
" Taehyung, baby, " she taunted, "I want to see you suffer." Her red lips rose to a smirk. "But all will be fine—don't fret. I'm doing exactly what you planned, you will watch as I kill these dolls one by one, until I kill your Adul. The one you wanted to yourself."
— I lied there's probably 2 more chapters left. 💗 Until then hopefully, muse n skin can keep you satisfied 🕊
