~The Cellar~
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Thread Topic: ~The Cellar~
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How are you today?
Ann turned red under his glare, but didn't break eye contact. She gently moved her foot to touch Landon's, in a silent support, feeling it was the least she could do in exchange for his advice. Switching her attention back to Charles, she took a deep breath and asked "What if I don't want to be part of your 'family'? I already have a family... And what do you mean, 'show your love to me?'" She thought she knew the answer, but was too horrified to assume the worst. Now she was on a roll, and was quickly getting too angry to stop. "Why did you kidnap me in the first place? Why do I have to take so many showers? Why do I have to make meals? I didn't ask for this..." She was starting to tear up by now, hating her situation more and more, and just wanting to be at home. -
I'm eh. How are you~?
Landon listened as Ann fired questions at Charles, and bit his lip, knowing this couldn't be good. Charles smiled at the girl. "You don't have a choice. You either become part of my family or you die. What do I mean? I mean what I want to mean. I'm going to make love to you, and no, it is not rape. You are family, so I must treat you as family. Sure, I don't f--- Landon, but he's not as pretty as you. I kidnapped you to make you family. You must take so many showers because germs scream quickly. You make the meals because that's what the women in the family does. I don't care what you did or didnt ask for. Now if you will excuse me, I am going upstairs. Clean this up, and show the lady to her room, Landon." Charles got up and climbed the stairs, locking the cellar door behind him. -
Pretty good. I don't have homework today :3
Ann listened with genuine interest, he actually seemed like an interesting person, setting aside the insanity. When he left, she let her head fall into the table, burying her far in her hands. She had no clue what to say; so she just stared at her little section of table and groaned -
That's good c:
Landon quickly got up and picked up all the plates, throwing the remaining food into the trash can. He gathered up the glasses and silverware, washing them in the sink before putting them away. Landon then turned on his heel to face Ann, who's head was on the table, face in her hands. Biting his bottom lip, he spoke. "I won't let him hurt you, Ann. Would you like me to show you to your room?" -
Yes! I might get more than 3 hours of sleep tonight..
At that, Ann sat up straight and tried to regain her composure. "Please... Are you alright?" She turned to look at him, suddenly feeling bad for not helping with the dishes. -
That sounds great xP
Landon nodded and turned on his heel, walking towards the guest room. "I guess he planned for you to be here." He switched on the light to the large room. Inside was a large white queen bed, a mirror, a bookshelf, a flat screen, and a dresser. "There are four sweatshirts in here, all different colors. There are also four of the same pair of skinny jeans. They're all size six, I'm not sure if that will fit." He pointed towards a door. "That door leads to the bathroom. You might want to set an alarm on the clock beside your bed if he expects you to be showered by breakfast, which is at eight. My father goes to work after that. Don't worry about cooking, he won't know." -
Yeah it does.
As he spoke, she looked around, nodding at what he said. The jeans, she knew, would fit perfectly. The snarled at the word "sweaters," but was more concerned about other apparel. Later time, she told herself. She looked over at Landon, suddenly feeling very shy. "Is there shampoo and stuff in the shower? And..I know how to cook..." -
^~^
"I think he may have bought some. I'm sure you do, but I feel like I owe something to you, with you being kidnapped and all.." He gave Ann a small smile. "My room is right across the hallway if you need anything. Good night," and without waiting for a response, he walked out of the large room, shutting the door gently behind him. -
:3
She turned after him, almost stretching out her hand to keep him from going. When the door shut, she stared after him for a while before turning to face the room. She sighed at sat at the edge of the bed, staring at her hands. Well.. I guess I believe in fate now. Never before, but this is inevitable. She sighed at laid back against the bed. -
Landon opened the door to his room that was almost the same as the guest bedroom, but the walls were painted a light yellow, not pink. The colors in the cellar seemed inviting; the pink and yellow in the bedrooms, the light purple in the bathroom, the light blue in the living room and kitchen, but as Landon realized now, this was the cellar of a wild man. Landon curled up in the bed, quickly falling asleep.
Time skip to morning? .3. -
Sounds good!
Ann's eyes opened to the irritating buzz of the alarm. God, she hated alarms. Without opening her eyes, her hand automatically flew out to hit the snooze. Gaining mental capacity, she laughed at the crazy dream she had.. Getting kidnapped, that was just ridiculous. Then she opened her eyes and screamed. Oohhh God, it's not a dream! She sat up and almost fell off the bed, shutting her mouth when she thought of Charles. She jerked her head around, wide-eyed, coping with this new reality. -
Landon was already awake when he heard a scream come from the guest bedroom. He sat down the loaf of bread and walked to the guest bedroom, knocking lightly on the door. "Hey, are you okay?" He said softly.
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Ann's head jerked at the noise, and she wiped the quickly-forming tears from her eyes. "I'm fine...thanks." She stood up and rummaged through the drawers for a change of clothing.
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"Okay." Landon walked away from the door, returning from his cooking. It was only seven o'clock and Charles wouldn't come downstairs for another hour, but he knew what Charles was like when breakfast was late. It was Tuesday, and Charles had work on weekdays, so he would be gone for the rest of the day. Landon cut the bread and put it in the toaster, then started making eggs.
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Ann found the sweaters and the jeans, then quickly took her morning shower. The shampoo and conditioner were nicer than hers, and she was irritated to find that she preferred her kidnapper's selection to her own. In fifteen minutes, she had finished her shower, dressed, and made her way to the rest of the cellar.
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