You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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Dahlia wanted to stand, but felt her knees turning to jelly. She fell into the chair, trembling. The bodies, the blood, the gore...she could feel her breath quickening and her heart racing. She tucked her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, burying her face in her knees. She couldn't handle this. She couldn't stay here or she'd lose it.
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Nickola soon came back and immediately stopped when he saw Dahlia's condition. He rushed over to her. "Are you alright?" he hurriedly asked.
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Dahlia cringed away from him, quickly brushing away her tears. "I told you to leave me alone! Can't you at least do that? Just stay away from me!"
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Nickola let out a sigh. She was being difficult. "I'll eat in my study, then," he said. "There will be a servant here to bring you back to your room when you finish."
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Dahlia showed no sign that she had heard him, other than silence. She closed her eyes tightly, wishing this was all a dream she could wake up from. Where was that girl who had spoken to her before? Was she still alright? At least Nickola was giving her some space now. She'd need it in order to escape.
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Soon the server arrived and set a large tray of food in front of her with a variety of delectable foods. He left, and another servant walked in. Maggie. She had said earlier that she was one of the few allowed to be near Dahlia.
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Dahlia's stomach felt twisted up into a knot but the enticing smell of the food loosened it up a little. Still, she felt like she might throw up; remembering the deaths she had just witnessed made her sick. When Maggie entered, she felt a breath escape her lungs that she didn't know she'd been holding. Thank goodness.
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"Are you okay?" Maggie asked, walking up to her. "What happened?"
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Dahlia took a napkin off of the table, dipping it briefly into her cup of water and using it to wipe away the dried blood on her legs. Her hands were trembling. "He brought these men to my room, and then..." she swallowed hard. "...he put bullets through their heads."
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Maggie took the napkin from her and began wiping the blood off herself. Dahlia was in no condition to be doing that. "Did he tell you why?"
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*shrieks in lateness*))
Dahlia let out a sharp laugh after a few heavy silent moments, brittle and bitter like ice grating on concrete. "He says he does these things because he loves me." She shook her head, running her hands anxiously through her hair. Her fingers caught on the tangles as she raked then through. How long had it been? It felt like a lifetime had already passed behind these cold and unforgiving walls, sheltered and hidden away. -
Maggie shook her head in response. She had no idea what was wrong with her master, what ailed him. But all she knew was that he was mad.
When she finished, she asked Dahlia, "would you like me to draw you a bath?" -
Dahlia let out a shaky breath, letting her hands fall. "Sure. It'd be nice to clean up," she agreed, feeling more at ease with Maggie there. Reaching over for some bread, she tore off a small bit of it and popped it into her mouth. She was famished.
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"If you'd like, I could get it ready while you finish eating. Nickola shouldn't get upset over you being alone for just a few minutes. Besides, it would be my fault, not yours," Maggie said. "I could come down to get you when it's ready. I'm sure you don't know your way around yet."
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Dahlia bit her lip so hard she began to draw blood. Yet. If I had my way, there would be no need for a "yet". I don't intend to stick around long enough for "yet" to be part of the equation. The metallic taste of her own blood startled her back to her senses, dabbing at her mouth with her napkin. "I wouldn't want to get you in trouble on my behalf. Are you sure it's okay?"
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