Angel's Hell

Chapter One: Angel

"Stop!" I screamed at the person above me. But, as normal, the tormentor ignored my pleas and continued their sadistic, vexatious torture.

I have never seen this said torturer. I've always had my eyes covered or its too dark to see. All I knew about this person was his name: Draco.

I let out a blood-curdling scream as he tased the bottom of my bare foot. This agonizing process of torture- waterboarding, cigarette burns, tasing, repeat- had been happening for what seemed like months. I've lost all sense of time and direction since he kidnapped me approximately three weeks ago. Whenever he decides to let me have some peace, he locks me in my room. With Draco being so cruel, the fact that the room is so beautiful makes me uneasy. The room is lit up with a single candle, allowing only a sliver of light into the room. The room is furnished with a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, covered in soft, plush blue sheets and blankets, overloaded with pillows, with nightstands on both sides of the bed. At the end of the bed sits a vintage Victorian sofa that smelled like old roses and cinnamon. It reminded me of someone's sweet, innocent grandma when I first saw the room, then again, the torture hadn't started yet. The bottom right corner of the room had a black clawfoot tub with gold accents, a black sink, and a toilet. In the far left corner there was a single armoire made up of pine wood, and every morning when I wake up there's always a new outfit, one singular outfit I'm supposed to wear that day, hanging up in the armoire.

Today's outfit consisted of a studded leather jacket, a yellow crop top, some baby blue ripped skinny jeans, and some black half-inch heels. I haven't quite figured out why the outfits come one at a time, but I do know what happens after I get them.

Once my alarm goes off at nine o'clock in the morning, I have 30 minutes to "pamper and prepare" as Draco says. Like the outfits, every morning I wake up with a different to-do list on my left bedside table. It consists of how I have to "pamper and prepare" myself, but some things are always the same: bathe, get dressed, and curl my hair. Besides that, he tells me what to do for my makeup, chores, and what is in store for me.

Draco's voice brings me back to reality, "Angel, are you paying attention? Or do I need to reinforce what I was saying?"

My mind scrambles to try and think of what he was saying but before I can respond there's a sharp pain on my right side and my body tenses up. Being tased isn't the worst of the hell I have to endure here, but it still isn't pleasant.

"If you had been listening, I had been trying to tell you that you are eating dinner with me tonight. You have been here sixty-eight days and I have yet to experience a formal dinner, or dinner in general. So," A sharp pain hits my leg as Draco continues talking," tonight you will be my guest for dinner. Understand?"

"Yes. I understand sir."

He slaps me across the face one last time before turning around and walking out the only door in this room, allowing some light to shine through for only a thousandth of second. As the door clicks shut, the magnetic cuffs holding my ankles and wrists down click,signifying they're open, and I am free to room my elegantly furnished cell.

So I do the only thing I can do.

I crawl in bed, and I cry.

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I wake up later to find a note next to my bed. It reads:

My Dearest Angel,

Dinner will be served at a six-thirty sharp.

You are to have your hair curled, dress in your new dress, and wear that soft pink lipstick I love on you so much. Also, soft blush and mascara, and that'll do.

Also, don't forget Darling, six-thirty sharp.

-Draco

Six-thirty? I had no way of knowing the time. And that's when I notice the new alarm clock sitting next to the letter.

A clock? Why? Why now after all this time of me being here?

Then I remember something. New dress? I've never gotten a dress before.

I get up and walk over to my armoire, skeptical on opening it.

Should I?

Before I start thinking about what could go wrong I open the doors.

An beautiful, deep red dress lays in the closet.

I look at the clock. 5:34pm.

I didn't have much time, but I could work with it.

But as I got ready, three disturbing thoughts crossed my mind.

I've never been allowed to know time or how long I've been here, so why give me a clock and tell me how long I've been here?

I've never gotten a second outfit in a day before, what changed?

And lastly, possibly the scariest thought of them all, I've never been allowed to see his face. So why is he inviting me to have dinner with him all of a sudden?

A shiver goes up my spine. Could this be my last day with him?

I take a deep breath and push all my thoughts aside as I sit down at my dresser.

I look at the soft pink lipstick and pick it up.

And it begins...