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You got carried for what seemed like an eternity before you got put down again. You didn’t know where you were, but you could feel the distinct smell of iron. Suddenly two persons grabbed your wrists and pulled you with them forward. You felt how your shoes got covered by a liquid that sipped through the material and soon covered the skin on your feet. Because of the liquid, the floor was very slippery and you fell.
During the fall your captors had let go of your wrists. Landing with your hands first you could feel the liquid’s texture. It was sticky, like glue that hadn’t dried yet. Before you could do anything else someone pulled you up with such force that it felt like your arm would come off.
”What do you think you’re doing, doll face?” you heard the person say with, what you had figured out was, an American accent. He held your arm in a tight grip that made you let out a silenced whimper.
“Did you forget that the ragazza can’t talk?" asked a voice which had an Italian accent. The person who the voice belonged to lightly touched your cheek. You flinched at his touch. “You were the one that put the tape over her mouth.”
”Now, now don’t make the poppet uncomfortable,” said the man with the singing voice. “We will have more than enough time to do that later.”
The American started to drag you forward again, but you refused to move. You had put two and two together and concluded that the liquid on the floor was blood. You were frozen in fear as your brain tried to comprehend the situation.
The only explanation your brain could come up with was that someone had gotten killed in this room. No, not someone. The smell of iron indicated that there was a large amount of blood in the room. There was too much blood to have come from one person.
You concluded that they must have killed more than one person. You feared that you were their next victim. You felt a chill run down your spine as someone touched your shoulder.
“Poppet? Did you finally figure out what the floor is covered of?” the one who touched you whispered in your ear. ”If you don’t start walking, the floor is soon going to be covered by your blood too."
What he said triggered something in you and you started walking forward with the guidance of the American. You heard metal against metal and your mind was kind enough to share every theory about the source with you. The worst theory was that the sound came from knives or other sharp objects being put down on a metal surface. Your thoughts got interrupted when the American stopped walking.
”Go ahead and sit down,” he said and pushed you down on a chair. You felt how someone tied your arms to the armrests and your feet to the chairs legs. “We’re gonna take off the blindfold soon. We just have to make sure you won’t escape.”
If the ropes around your arms and legs weren’t enough, you soon felt someone wrapping a rope around your upper body and tying it hard. Only after them making sure the ropes were tied hard enough did they take of the cloth covering your eyes. When your eyes got used to the light again they widened with fear because of what you saw.
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*Part Two*
Warning: Dark Themes, Language, and Sensitive Topics
In collaboration with: The Lady of the Falling Leaves
*~*
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Prt 3!!!
WARNING! Some bad language ahead!
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'Looks as though he hasn't found her either.' He thought, suddenly a marvelous idea struck him! Why not have the both of them "team up" in search of her! That way they'd cover more ground, and more importantly find ____! He crept his way over to "Allister."
"Ello Chap!" He coed from ac
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"Excuse me, is anybody home?" She asked.
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Fast, addicting, trepidant and, the best of all... ¡with Oliver! (I really love 2p England and his "poppets", but, I love the others too, of course ^.^)
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