Plaything

Darkness blinds my eyes. Nothing is visible, not even the hands in front of my face. I try to scream but I can’t make a sound. The unbearable silence is deafening. I feel up my body as if I’m trying to find something. I’m all here but my stomach area is damp. I hear a voice whisper.

“Blair”

I don’t know what to do. I can’t scream and I’m too terrified to move. I don’t know how I got here or why I can’t speak, I just hope soon there will be some light at least.

My prayers are answered shortly after. A bright light shines up ahead and I slowly walk towards it. My bare feet slap against the wet floor. When I reach the light its warmth makes me feel safe. I gently look down at my body; I’m wearing a dress I have never seen before. It’s pink and puffy like a doll's dress. The blood splatter on the bottom doesn’t even bother me as I am too creeped out by the outfit. The long white socks and the schoolgirl shoes. I thought I was barefoot. Wasn’t I just barefoot? How did I get into this? I still couldn’t speak, I was straining to get a whisper out.

“Blair”

That voice again. What did it want with me? I turned around in a circle to see if I could see anything else like a door. Still nothing. The light came from above me so I decided to look up to see if I could see anything. After a few moments, still nothing.

A mirror appeared out of thin air and I decided to look into it. If I could gasp I would. A few tears rolled down my face. I gently touched my neck, my hands trembled. My throat was cut open. I could see the inside of my neck like it was carved out with a knife; starting from right under my chin until the top of my chest. I felt dizzy and fell to the floor. My eyes blinked slowly until they stayed closed.

“Blair”

I open my eyes to the sound of the voice.

I instantly reach for my throat which is healed now. I try to speak.

“Hello,” it hurt to talk. It felt like the time I got the flu as a kid.

I realized I was on a bed that wasn’t mine in a room I wasn’t familiar with. I looked around, the walls looked like they were melting. Then the voice called out to me again.

“Blair”

“Who are you?”

“I’m your master”

“My… what? I am not a slave.”

“You are mine! I own you! Talk back to me again and I will cut your throat open and play with your flesh.”

I swallowed hard.

With a blink, I was somewhere else. It looked apocalyptic. There were burned buildings and burning trees but no people around. The air was humid, I took in a deep breath and instantly regretted it. My throat burned like it was set on fire. The sun was red, there was no moon. I looked down at my body again and to my surprise, I was wearing a wedding dress. Not any wedding dress, the dress I picked out two years ago when I was engaged.

“Beautiful”

The voice whispered in my left ear.

I turned around to see a man I have never met. He was beautiful; his skin was flawless and the color of coffee, no cream or sugar. His jaw sharp and his eyes the color of honey, he stared at me deeply.

“Just beautiful”

“Who are you? Where am I?”

“Ssshhhh you ruin it when you speak.”

I wanted to retaliate with a few choice words but with a wave of his hand, my lips wouldn’t move.

“Pin curls, luxury wedding dress picked out by you of course, glass slippers like Cinderella, diamond earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and a ring.” He took a deep breath and smiled at me. His eyes spiraled brown and white; my body became heavy. I dropped slowly but he caught me in his arms.

“My lovely we can’t get your dress all dirty. Let me take you somewhere nicer, cleaner, safer.”