You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 450

— You can’t take this off, Elizabeth, or I’ll get mad. You hear me my loved... Lo~ved Elizabeth~? —

’... No... not this again... please tell me this is a dream... I can’t go through the same twice...’ — Weak although at least conscious, my hands came to cover our eyes in some kind of desperate gesture reluctant to believe this reality we lived. I felt tired and dizzy... probably because of the drug he must have used to take us here... but my soul was shaking. Terribly fearful and in grief...

I already had been kidnapped once... by a psychopath who also liked torturing me... and simply knowing there was no way for this to be a dream with all the memories we had about it... made me feel helpless because it was another crazy man that had kidnapped us.

"hmn....!" — ’D*mn it...’

As if it wasn’t enough torture to recall so well my past life, the other things that happened before Paul appeared were also reminded to myself as I saw I was still wearing the dress we used at the Ball.

Whether it was because not that many hours had passed or because Paul at least didn’t try dressing us unlike... unlike Seth did with me..... it was the sight of the beautiful dress that strengthened the miserable feeling I had over my whole being.

’This has to be a nightmare... It can’t be that... everything will end like this.’ — As if forgetting the shackles in my feet, I moved to try and reach the water my eye noticed at a nearby table. Trembling insanely and uncontrollably from the nerves since the awareness of what was happening slowly was sinking in in my dizzy head that needed the drink to wake up even if a little.

*Clink-clank...*

"__!"

But then, the sound of them sent a shiver down my spine. Even though it was so very brief and soft a noise... it froze me in place terrified.

’He might learn I’m awake now.’

My dry throat gulped down whatever it could to smooth its feel, and I stayed immovable, waiting for a long time frozen in place to see if anyone was going to appear. Paying great attention to the sounds surrounding us... that ultimately were only the scared beatings of our heart echoing in our scared ears.

"...."

After a while, I had to close my eyes and hold my head in our hands out of the distress waiting for something I didn’t know could arrive. As if going back to the little habits another psychopath had trained me to follow for months.

’Haaaah..... I- I’ll go crazy... this isn’t fair..... why is this happening?’ — My hands tried to feel our face’s temperature... and for a second I felt relieved to realise although it was obvious and apparent, that there was no blindfold on our eyes and that our hands were free unlike I... unlike last time.

But even if no one came to the little noise which relieved us... the water on that empty table then felt unreachable. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

I was scared of making more noise that would tempt my luck... I didn’t want to alert whoever it was that had to be around that I had woken up... but I needed the water... because I felt dry like a dessert thanks to whatever time it was or because of the thing Paul made me take.

’... If I don’t risk it... nothing will change... Paul or whoever helped him will come here either way at some point...’

"..."

’... a-alright...’

And so, I decided, even in this about-to-faint state we felt in, to cautiously take in our hands the chains keeping us restrained to the bed, trying not to make them sound much while we moved little by little to the table... Only to feel desperate indignation because no matter how much I tried...

’Hngh... hff... Son of a b*tch... even with this you want to play with us....!’ — Biting our lips, frustrated to not be able to get the glass as much as I stretched ourselves to get it, tears started to fall... hating the circumstances we had fallen into right at the time we felt the most vulnerable.

The things I saw; Karina rushing out of that room and Zeleskiaz peeking out of it with that d*mn shirt misplaced... For some reason I made those images inundate my head while feeling helpless because of a mere glass... ultimately not caring if as I lowered my leg and other limbs we made the noise that would alert Paul...

Because something I needed to feel, something besides this desperation to get ourselves together... Since there was someone else trying to cope with the situation she was sharing with me and this was her first time living something like this unlike myself.

*Clank!.. Clink clink.. clink...* — The chains resounded as our sentiments mixed chaotically inside her body and I clenched our dress’s skirt. Searching the force to make myself snap out of the fear we both felt... yet I had already met.

’I’m scared, Anne.’ — I told her, frowning and holding our tears in by admitting it.

But I wanted to be honest to myself and her... — ’I’m scared of everything here. And I’m also scared of what might be happening outside. What people might think that happened to us... and I’m also unsettled with what happened at the Ball with Zeleskiaz.’

A tremble of our air commenced, at least that’s how it felt while I knew it was Marianne letting me know how the same was scaring her... and I allowed our shared tears to fall as I thoroughly felt the trembling take over as a way to welcome her sentiments that ever since we woke up at this place... I had been ignoring it because of my own desperation.

’But... But both of us need to forget everything else that happened and’s going on outside... besides what happens to us now we have to forget about everything else.’

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’There’s just no way for us to learn anything about it... unless we get out of here...’