Her blonde hair tumbled down the brick tower that holds her captive. Her small room empties as her hair flows down, down, down. Her heart falters when she sees her captor. His dark hair and velvety coat he so strangely won't leave without. The sound of the keys that hangs around his neck on a metal chain making a clinking noise.
For she remembers the day ever so vividly. Her once perfect childhood was then disrupted by a greedy, selfish man who saw that her hair held healing and wanted it for himself.
And you may be thinking;
oh, but what if he needed them? What if he was trying to help someone?
Bullshit. Get those romanticized thoughts out of your head.
He did it because he could.
No questions asked.
The beautiful woman that sits hidden away in this treacherous tower, she's looked out this window many times before, her eyes wander yet she's able to go only so far, though her imagination goes much farther.
"Wretched child. You've taken your time getting me up here far too long. You must start picking up your pace if you want dinner from now on." His face is an a skewed mess of mud and sweat. "Understood?"
"Yes, sir. I'm so terribly sorry I've caused you so much effort." She says with a hint of sarcasm. If he detects it he most definitely does not show it.
"For it is alright my dear child. You are still young. Sixteen is still but a young bird, my pet." He says lovingly whilst stroking her hair.
"Yes, oh, but sir! I am no longer of the age of sixteen, I'm to be eighteen! The age of leaving this tower. I must get ready to go. For I will be late celebrating my birthday!" She jumps and runs around frantically grabbing at books and other necessities.
The captors face turns from its natural pale to red almost as fast as a hummingbird flies. His eye twitches and his lips now in a snarl.
"UNGRATEFUL BITCH," He laughs, "silly enough to think I'd let you go? Oh, my dear child. You are not ready to fly from the nest. Because I will clip your graceful wings If you were to try. They will have no use. You'll be a sitting duck!" A sudden burst of laughter jolts from him making the girl jump. The captors hand raises and the poor girl flinches back.
"Please!" She stumbles over that one word. "For I shant question you again. I shall stay. I'm sorry!" Tears now trickle down her cheek. Fear tickles her belly and hatred burst into her heart with a white fire that burns so ferociously.
He lowers his hand to his side and strokes the hair next to him and sings the magic song.
There is no use in fighting anymore she thinks. The captor then moves to her and touched her cheek. "I never thought I'd fall in love." He says clasping his hand in her neck and lifting her up with one hand and slamming her into the wall behind them. Her screams are restricted by his cold hand around her throat. He holds on tightly. Tears slip out of her blurry eyes.
"Oh, but I have. With you, my dear child. For I know we are ages apart. Oh, but my beauty, what could I do without you?" He says not letting his hold grow weak. "But for you do not love me too....yes, for my love is one way." He walks over to the big window he comes out of and hold her out of it. His hands have released her neck and moved to her hair right above her scalp. She screams.
He tries to kiss her but her hand pushes him away. "Get away!" She shouts. His gray, twinkling eyes turn cold and hard. He shrugs and says, "oh my love. I'll miss you." And lets her go.
Falling she screams and her hair is stripped from the room ever so fast. Her hair is now around the captors ankle and swish-
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Hell bent (short stories)
RandomHell bent is a collection of stories that I wrote MYSELF. They, of course are not perfect. But I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them. :)
