I guess our fate was inevitable. All those years... Holed up in that cold, bland room, our lives threatened, our dignity crumbling away piece by piece, because they didn't like us, or what we were about. And now we're sitting here, the cold air biting sharply at my frail skin, the tiny hairs on my arm standing on end, my head resting lightly on his, his soft hair tickling my ears, his breathing heavy, matching my heart beat. All I do now is absently stroke his soft hair, my fingers dancing across his scalp. It always happens, but this time, this time was different. His eyes twitched, and he wrinkled his nose up, swatting away my hand. In a matter of seconds, his body shot up quickly, the woosh of air echoing around the tiny room. His gray eyes looked coldly into mine, his stony stare cementing my eyes to his. I carefully, slowly, reached my hand out, and placed it against his knee. I bit my lip guiltily at the feeling of his weak body shaking, and smiled sadly, whispering to him. "It's okay, I'm still here." His icy eyes had not moved, his pupils widening, the black hole stretching, swallowing what lay infront of him into his vision. My mind flashed back to the best days of my short life, my long school days... I sat, bluntly staring at the green chalk board that lay infront of me. White markings were scattered across it, connected in some way I did not know. I turned my head slowly, my eyes always dancing back towards the clock. The sound of the clock invaded my ears, the hand crawling past the twelve numbers, seconds melting into minutes, minutes melting into hours... "Mae!" I jolted upright at my teachers stern voice, the chalk still pressed against the board, her foot tapping impatiently. My cheeks flooded a obnoxious shade of scarlet, as I quietly muttered a meaningless 'Sorry.' I swept curly my copper red hair from my warm face, the rays of sun that dripped through the window glazing over my emerald eyes. My eyes once again walked towards the clock, the sound attacking my ears and pounding in rhythm against my eardrums. My fingers absently tap my pen against the cool plastic table, the collision of plastic against plastic in time with the slow ticks of the clock. "Class, attention please." The headmaster woke us from our daydreams, as my teacher shut her pointless mouth and quietly placed down the chalk. "Mister Graeme, what brings you here?" Miss Allsley asked reluctantly, smiling nervously, trying to hide the hint of annoyance in her droning voice. "Well, Miss Allsley, I am here to bring a new student to your class. Children, make him welcome. His name is Marcus Gresham." The headmaster nodded a sharp goodbye and clicked the door shut, a satisfying sound which caused the class to return to their incompetent slumber. "Marcus, take a seat next to Mae please." Miss pointed a long manicured nail next to me, directly at the wooden stool that sit beside me. I took this opportunity to actually look at Marcus, and I was amazed. Truly, truly amazed. The way his honey hair fell, in a beautiful mess around his face. How his gorgeous hair colour accentuated the autumn hazel in his eyes. His smile, so dazzling, his white teeth framing it perfectly. The way he walked oozed with class and self-respect, but dignity also. He was perfect... My mind snapped back to the unfortunate present, and I wiped away a stray tear that had escaped down my cheek. Marcus' eyes had not moved. I had seen him, full of life, full of personality, and watched it drain out of him. Every last drop wrenched out of his soul. His eyes, a dull gray. His hair, a bland black. His smile, well, he just didn't smile anymore. The man who did this to us, the monster who I was unlucky enough to know... "Mae." The click sounded remarkably like a gun. <><><><<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Good so far? Please give criticism so I can improve!
Yes! The adjectives and flow are truly amazing, but there are a couple grammar errors here and there. It's okay though, doesn't spoil the story unlike some other stories
WARNING- THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME DETAILS THAT CERTAIN READERS MAY FIND DISTURBING. Harsh white light streamed through the open door, bathing the silhouette that stood before me in light. Our captor looked like an angel, with the rays of light escaping through the empty spaces. No way was he an angel. No way. "What do you want?" I snarled, holding Marcus close and tight in my shaking arms. Marcus grunted in response to my quick movement, recognising my fear and producing his own. The figure moved towards us slowly, his cold hand stroking my face softly, moving my hair behind my ear. I gulped down the newly formed lump in my throat and held Marcus tighter as my breathing became faster. A skeletal hand roughly grasped my hair as our captor leant forward and whispered harshly in my ear. "I want you, darling Mae." He laughed, his hoarse voice echoing around the plain room, Marcus shaking with pure terror as the noise entered his ears. It triggered a memory, a horrible, painful memory that I didn't want to remember... "No! Mae!" His pitiful cry was quickly muffled as he was dragged away into a world of the unknown, the metal door clicking shut, the faint sound of a key being turned sharply following. My anger subsided as hot tears streamed freely down my pale face, my fists clenched so hard my nails drew blood. "Marcus!" I screamed, collapsing to my knees, the hard ground causing a ripple of pain through my body. My head fell to the floor, the pain shaking my brain. The door may of been enough to muffle his pleading for help, but they could not drown out his screams of pain. I lay there, my body shivering against the cold ground, tears falling, blending with the pool of blood that had formed from a gash on my battered head. "Marcus..." What felt like hours later, the door opened, the sound of laughter wafting out of the room. A sharp pain erupted from my back as a steel-toed boot dug sharply into my spine. More laughter. "Mae." A quiet whisper escaped out of the door, and my body jolted upright as I ran in to see my beloved Marcus. I froze, my mind exploding with thoughts and questions, my eyes clouding up with salty tears. His wrists were tied in battered leather handcuffs, strapped to the wall in a way that must of caused him unimaginable pain. His chest was covered in deep cuts, dried black blood being coated in a layer of red as fresh liquid seeped out of his many wounds. A white bone stuck profoundly out of his arm, splinters of it peeling away as tears fell from his eyes. I choked back my gag reflex as a mixture of blood and puke spilled out of his mouth, his spluttering spraying it across the walls. "Mae..." His voice was barley a whisper as his body became more limp, as more blood escaped from his wounds. I cried once again as I untied the straps that held him against the wall, and caught him before his naked body fully collapsed into the congealed product of his torture. His wrists spurted crimson blood, and I looked to see raw lacerations buried deep into his cold skin. His broken arm hung limply at his side as I supported his frail frame and lead him to the closest open room I could find. In there, towels lay next to a grimy bathtub, and old yellowed bandages were placed on top of the pile. A medical kit was stashed away in a compartment under the sink, and hidden inside the red package was gauze, and antiseptic cream, as well as painkillers. They didn't want him to die. "Everything is going to be okay baby, I promise." I set him down, his weak body propped up by the plastic bath tub. I let hot water fill the bath, and whispered sorry as I kissed his cheek and lowered him into the water. He whimpered at the pain as the hot liquid flooded his sore wounds, the once clean water tainted a gut wrenching pink. I swallowed back my horror and got to work, using the tiny sponge to dab away the blood, and to clean away his pain. When I could clean him no more, I hauled him out onto the ground, and dried him softly, patting gently at his broken skin. Forcing the small tablets down his throat, I spread the cream over his skin and into his wounds, swallowing back at the sick feeling as his flesh encased my fingers. Being as gentle as I could, I wrapped gauze around his torn abdomen, and supported his arm with a crudely tied bandage, glancing around to try and find some baggy clothes that would cause him the least pain possible. I found a extra large tee and gray tracksuit bottoms, as well as underpants, and helped him into the worn garments, glancing behind me to see if his torturer had returned. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as I realised we were on our own. I locked the door, crafted the best bed I could out of the scratchy, thin towels, and lay down gently beside Marcus. My eyelids became heavy, my breathing slowed, and blackness washed over me. But from the darkness, behind the curtain, a frail whisper spoke. It spoke thank you. My mind brought me crashing into the present, a brick wall that stood in the way of my life. "Day dreaming whilst I'm talking to you? Bad Mae!" I winced in pain as he dragged me by a fistful of hair to his bedroom, and waited for the unwanted torture I received for his sick pleasure. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Won't be able to update for two weeks at least.
Beautifully... Graphic. But I still love it! Thanks for proof-reading. Not many authors take the time to do so
"Don't drop it!" I gripped my lollipop, tightly grasping onto it's white stick as I swirled my tongue around the sweet sugary circle of colours. "Yummy! Mommy, want a taste?" I licked my sticky lips and thrust my lolly into her face, giggling, skipping, my tiny fingers interlocked in hers. My Mom smiled her beautiful smile, tucking her copper hair behind her ear, taking a quick lick of my rainbow on a stick. She laughed, and squeezed my hand gently, her grin stretching across her pretty face. Her arms engulfed me in a warm hug, and the scent of cookies and cinnamon crawled up my nostrils as I buried my face into her shoulder, my small arm sticking out so the sugary sweet didn't stick everywhere. "Mae, I love you." She whispered, her grin spreading wider and wider. I smiled happily, skipping beside her quietly, before saying loudly and profoundly; "I love you too, Mommy. I love you too." My eyes stretched open, golden sunlight pouring through the cracks. Linen sheets were splashed messily around my naked body, smooth against my warm skin. I smiled sleepily, a yawn engulfing me as I stretched my tired arms out above me. My eyes now wide, swallowed in the whole room. The velvet curtains were drawn back, the rays of sun melting in through the window. Ornaments adorned the living space, plush carpet lay across the floor, a sophisticated desk sat in the centre of the room. I giggled, feeling like a princess. I sneakily pulled a silk robe from it's hook, wrapping it's cool material around my body as I sank my feet into the soft carpet. I padded quietly across to the wide window, staring across the lush green fields and the rushing crystal water of the river. "Oh, Mae..." Powerful hands held my hips gently, as a stubbled covered chin lazily rested on my shoulder. His warm breathe stirred my hair and I looked back at the muscular man that stood behind me. I'd never screamed so loud in my life. "Get away from me you monster!" My throat burned fiercely as I pushed him away roughly, still screaming. I ran, only to be stopped sharply by strong arms holding mine tightly, bringing my escape efforts to a screeching halt. Tears started streaming down my face as I prepared for bruises to paint my body, as I waited for stinging to replace my every thought. I looked solemnly towards the guards face, staring into his cold grey eyes. But the weird thing was, one was grey and one was... Autumn hazel. I had to stop my impressive grin spreading from ear to ear, forcing the salty tears to stream quickly down my pale face. "Marcus!" I whispered hastily, trying to fit in a fee sentences before my punishment was issued. "Mae. I'm back! I love you so much, I'm gonna get us outta here. I promise." Marcus quickly replied, shaking me gently as if rattling the statement deep into my brain. He smiled quickly, shuffling back into position, and preparing himself for what he was about to see. But he would still mouth I love you, still as he watched. I believed him. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Oh my Lordy! Marcus is back! But, will they ever escape from this dungeon of death?!