The Mask Of Beauty and Rage (Brahms X Greta)

Chapter 3 - Kidnapped

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Flickering of the lights came in and out of vision. The air was stale, and scathe to the touch of the lungs. Strength had its hold on her fragile body. Guided by a malevolent soul. Firm hands on her sides hoisted her up like a bride. Her neck and head dangled in the air drifting in and out of consciousness. Heavy footsteps made their way down the old halls. Her eyes refused to open, as her mind was in a daze. She had now entered the depths that lay within these swallow walls. The breathing had increased dramatically to her ears. She heard something, but she didn't know what it was exactly. All she could think of was one genuinely happy moment from her past. She was home, safe, away from the chaos. She felt as light as an angel flying on heavenly wings. Her body soon collided with the unforgivingly cold bitter feeling of insensibility, as it spread rapidly throughout her body. There was only black now. It was just a matter of time before she would awake in solitude.

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Greta's body jolted awake; her eyes shot open with trepidation as she looked around gasping for air. Feeling the hard-wooden floor beneath her as it roughly grazed her fingertips. There wasn't any light for her to see her surroundings clearly. Her heart was pounding against her chest from nervousness and fright. She couldn't remember what happened, or how she even got here in the first place. Greta began to pick herself up as she extended her arm out trying to touch anything that might lie ahead. Quickly connecting with another hard surface, she began to knock on it. It didn't sound hollow, she must've been somewhere deep, and away from civilization. She continued to knock as she paced her way down. Reaching a corner as she stumbled back a bit in surprise but continued. It all sounded the same, it was like she was in a box. She stopped and put her hands on her head and breathed out a funny noise. It was almost like a laugh; she couldn't believe she was trapped here. Where the hell was she, she thought. She had a great sense that she knew this place, and its dreadful feeling lingered onto her carelessly. Suddenly it hit her, she'd hoped it wasn't true. She gasped with her hand over her mouth trying not to scream. It couldn't have been. She thought it was just another dream when she saw him in her reflection. This felt so real, the atmosphere was dreadful. She can feel and smell her surroundings, unlike a dream, but at this point she wished it had been.

Brahms kidnapped her, brought her back. She tried so hard to get away, but now she was back at square one. Why did he bring her back? How did he find her? She thought Brahms never left the manor, so many questions raced through her mind. Greta knew he'd come back soon and see that she'd awaken. She didn't want to know what he had in store for her when he returns.

"I have to get out of here." She muttered to herself. She knew there wouldn't be an easy way out if this, after all she had been kidnapped by a deranged man-child. She knew this, and she didn't want to stick around any longer to find out his true intentions.

She looked around closely again as she squinted her eyes, reuniting with the walls that surrounded her. Suddenly feeling a small indentation, was this a door, she thought. There was a handle, she immediately grabbed it and began to turn it. Locked of course, she gritted her teeth with frustration. She abruptly bangs both her hands on the door in annoyance, giving off a thundering echo.

Her eyes widened at the sound; it was a hollow sound. She must've been between the walls for sure now. There had to be another way out. Unaware there had been a tiny hole that caught the corner of Greta's eye. Her brows knitted together as she cautiously went over to approach it. She looked in it carefully, only to see the next wall, but there was the faintest bit of light seeping through. She began to push on the hole with the palm of her hands. She tried to break it or make it bigger. She stopped from a sharp pain that was being created. She began grow vexed as she abruptly kicked the wall hard forgetting the pain ever existed. She breathed out in determination to break its hold. Suddenly her foot along with her leg fell through as she lost her balance.