Stereotypes Reversed

In Bloom (Continuation of Little Flowers)

"What's your favorite color?"

The sound of her voice almost too soft to hear over the sounds of choked sobbing and the generator running over their heads.

The men and women bound and gagged along the walls watched as the thin frame of their captor sat cross-legged in the center of the room with her toy for this evening.

The young woman who sat with her looked up momentarily,

"Blue.. I like blue." Her head slowly sank as she stared down at the floor again.

Lilly smiled, glad that this toy was actually cooperating.

"Blue is a nice color," Her hand slowly reached out and carressed the girls hair as she spoke. "I like red."

The girl trembled and flinched away from Lilly's touch, tears flooding her eyes as she struggled to make herself calm down.

Lilly liked to play with her victims minds before she moved on to their bodies. She grinned around the room, her eyes already searching for her next play thing. Her eyes stopped on a boy around her own age, he sat in the farthest corner from Lilly and her victim of the evening. His eyes fixed themselves on the young women as they spoke almost as if he wished to join in on their conversation.

Lilly sighed as she watched him, he'd been the first person she lured into her trap that she knew personally. Her fathers apprentice, she longed for the attention given to him by her father, attention which he happily devoured.

The soft sobbing of the woman already trembling before Lilly slowly began to become louder, causing Lilly's annoyance to boil over as she lashed out at the woman. The sound of her hand making contact with the girls face echoed off the walls and caused some of the younger captives to whimper with fear.

"Can none of you ever die with some fucking dignity!?" Lilly grumbled to herself as she grabbed the woman by her hair, dragging her back to her spot on the wall as she cried out in pain.

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Lilly rubbed at her temples, sighing annoyedly as she sat perched atop a chair in the center of her kill room. Her play time had been ruined by the constant whining and begging from each vicitm she tried to play with.

Why can't any of them just accept their fates? Pathetic.

She sighed again, opening her eyes and making eye contact with the same boy from before. His gaze had never left her even as she tidied up and put her instruments away for the evening.

He grunted around his gag, wanting to speak to her. With a roll of her eyes Lilly stood and made her way to his corner, gently taking his gag off.

"Yes, Vincent?"

He chuckled softly to Lillys surprise, his eyes gleaming almost dangerously. "How's dear old dad doing?"

It was Lilly's turn to chuckle as he spoke, the thought that her victim could be so worried about someone else even when he knew his death was awaiting struck her as humorous, and pathetic.

"Father dearest lives in a state of constant paranoia." She bit at the inside of her cheek as her mind wandered to thoughts of her father and his never ending dance on eggshells whenever she was near.

A soft giggle slipped from her as she shook her head, clearing the thoughts away.

"He seems to suspect that you arent actually away at school, not sure how long hes been digesting that theory of his. But I'm sure he already knows where you really are."

Vincent kept his gaze focused on Lillys face as she spoke absentmindedly of her father, watching as her eyes seemed to darken the longer she was on the subject.

"So you are capable of love." A small grin came along to accompany his statement.

Lilly tilted her head to the side, mirroring Vincents grin as she nodded.

"Of course I am, Vinny. You seem to forget how you ended up here."

He laughed at that, the joy forming deep in his gut as butterflies beginning to rise to his throat, causing him to choke and stumble on his voice.

Giggling, Lilly watched as he stopped himself and cleared his throat to coherently communicate with his captor.

He slumped back against the wall he was restrained to and let out a sigh, "I suppose trying to kill him does deserve some form of punishment, hm?" His grin blooming into a sincere smile as he looked to Lilly again for confirmation.

"Yes darling, not all of us can be emotionless glaciers such as yourself." She rolled her eyes as her hand slipped into her pocket for a knife.

Vincents smile deepened as she moved away from him towards an empty side of the room with one lone cabinet along the wall for her tools.

Grabbing a length of chain, Lilly made her way back to Vincents corner, smiling sweetly as she fastened the chain around his neck, under his arms and finally around his torso.

Clipping it in place with padlocks she wrapped the free end around her hand, holding onto it firmly as she cut him loose from his bindings to the wall. "Lets go see dear old dad, shall we Vince?"

Slow shivers ran along Lilly's shoulders and down her spine as she admired the metal wrapped around Vincents body. Excitement and eagerness beginning to cloud her judgment

Maybe I should use chains on my victims more often. How erotic.

She took a second to close her eyes, breathing in slowly amd chewing om her lip, willing images of her victims in chains to burn themselves into her mind.

Vincent watched patiently as Lilly seemed almost aroused by such a sight, his senses dulled by the weakness in his limbs and the dingyness of the concrete room he and so many others were caged in.

He felt like he could smell rain, or dampness at least as Lilly yanked him to his feet with her make-shift lead.

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Vincent stumbled backwards as his eyes were thrashed by the sudden florescent harshness of the lights suddenly above his head. "This-"

"A green house, Vinny," The pride in Lillys voice slammed against the deafening silence they'd been surrounded by after exiting and sealing her dungeon. "I keep all my little pretties here, they grow year round."

Vincent nodded as she spoke, his eyes adjusted slowly to the lights as he began to scan the green house, flowers almost every color lined shelves and tabletops. Shapes and sizes Vincent couldnt have even imagined all huddled together in different planters and all blooming at different stages.

"No red." He frowned, confusion nipping at his brain for the first time as he observed Lilly.

She turned abruptly, her face blank other than a small crease in her forehead as she tightened her grip on her end of the chain, causing Vincent to tilt forward, closer to her.

"No. No red." Her mouth twitched in anger as she spoke. "Red flowers don't supress it. No red does." Her face became blank again as she turned and yanked Vincent after her towards the exit of her greenhouse.

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After writing this and then re writing and editing im too annoyed with how long ive made you guys wait for an update. Ill eventually have a part three to this story but for now enjoy this part to Lilly's story