Writer's Games: Carnival

Semi Finals: Perdita Desdemona

"NO! NO, LET ME GO!", the screams of my distorted voice echo through the room and all around me as the wasted doll-sculpture drags me into a separate part of the attic. I've decided that she's lost much of the Betty Boop imagine I once had of her.

In fact, it's all probably just because of myself.

At the very beginning of all this, when I came to the carnival this one evening, I was a woman indeed able to fit into the normal world around me.

Now I've changed. I've turned into some odd kind of dark creature with twisted thoughts who fears nothing to get what she desires. Funny how quickly extreme things can change people.

"For heaven's sake of all the hells, LET ME GO!!!", I scream again when she tries to somehow arrange me in the room. Eventually, I bang my head so strongly backwards that the scattered doll lets go of me for a moment and stumbles backward, groaning in pain.   

I use my chance to somehow manage to rise and kick at her body on the ground as viciously as I can, but then there's this thing about me being restrained and tied up and her being free.

After a short moment of numb pain, the doll whirls around and grabs me by my heels which causes me to struggle and eventually hit the ground with the hardest possible impact.

I gasp and bite the screams when my bones feel like crushing all at once and my head hits the floor. 

Before I can get up again, Sayuri looms over me, pressing my arms to the floor and spitting hateful words into my face while her own one is horribly distorted. I never expected that the porcelain of a doll could twist like that.

"Listen, freak", she snaps with her mouths only a few inches away from my nose, "this is our Carnival, our event, our game and henceforth, you're playing after our rules, got that?!"

I don't react in the slightest possible way and only meet Sayuri's gaze with perfectly cold eyes, well aware of the fact that this only makes her more raging. Years in a great company taught me this.

So I just lay there, waiting for her to give in or something but suddenly, a grin spreads over the doll's face. A vicious grin I don't like at all.

I see her eyes falling upon my black dragon. Her expression even intensifies when she notices my hope crumbling down.

Out of a complete wonder, the freaks of artworks let him live as soon as they found my artwork-dragon. They didn't even confiscate him or something. They only put black iron chains around him as well and tied him to me, making it impossible for him to fly away.

Now the little perfection sits on the dark, dusty ground in front of us, his wings slightly extended, his tail stretched out just as much as his neck as he hisses at Sayuri and tries to back away from her.

However, I can exactly see the cruel plans in her eyes as she prepares to jump at him. And I can  see my dragon's fear and confusion as he desperately looks from me over to the wasted doll and wants to fly away and untie me at the same moment.

"Stop it!", I rather scream than command the words and the former miss Betty Boop turns around at me with a huge grin across her face. However, its no friendly grin of course.

"I will do it. Whatever it is, I will do it as long as you leave my dragon in peace.", I speak firmly, yet not without a certain trembling in my voice and a sting in my chest as I look over at him. I never felt so devoted to some being before. Well, nearly never.

"Very good! Why struggling like that if things can be so easy?!", the colours of the sculpture become more intense when ridiculous pride fills her material.