You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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"Of course," Maggie said as she stood up. "I'll be back in a few minutes.
She went upstairs and into the bathroom that was connected to Dahlia's bedroom. In the bathtub she added lots of salts and bubble bath and filled it with water.
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Dahlia had eaten what little she could stomach, trying to keep it from coming back up whenever a gruesome image came to mind. She tasted blood. Was it her blood? She didn't know. The rusty metallic taste seemed seared into her mouth. She dabbed at her lip again and it came back red. No, it wasn't from her lip. It had fallen from the roof. Droplets falling like rain, faster and faster. The whole room was flooding with blood, dark red and sticky and pouring through every possible crack. Rising and rising until the waves of sickly fluid lapped at her chin before finally enveloping her...
When she opened her eyes, she was sprawled out on the floor. The chair was overturned. Had she fallen asleep and slipped out? She hadn't had a peaceful night in what felt like forever. Maybe she was going crazy. She pulled herself together, setting the chair back to its original place and breathing though her chest felt tight. It was a dream. It wasn't real. -
Maggie heard the chair clatter to the floor and a flump of someone falling on the ground. She rushed into the dining room and found Dahlia leaning on the chair. "What happened, are you alright?"
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Dahlia hesitantly nodded. "I'm fine," she lied. It was easier to say that than to explain what had just happened. She'd sound crazy. She picked up a butter knife, slipping it into her sleeve for safekeeping. It wasn't much, but it was more than she had at the moment and was better than nothing. Besides, if it was real silver, she might be able to sell it when she got out of here.
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Maggie could tell that something was wrong, but she didn't press. Instead, she took Dahlia by the shoulders and began leading her out of the dining room. She didn't look well. "Come on, there's a nice relaxing bath waiting for you."
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Dahlia could feel the cold metal of the knife pressing against her skin. Get a grip. She took deep breaths, paying attention to her surroundings. "How big is this place?" It felt like a maze, twisting and turning to keep her locked inside.
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"I don't know the square footage," Maggie said. "But very very big. Perfect place for hide and seek."
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Dahlia felt a flicker of both hope and disappointment. Hiding was good, but the massive size of her prison (which no matter how posh and fancy was still a prison nonetheless) meant trouble for her. She could wander down these decorated halls for months and still never find her way out. She lowered her voice to a whisper before speaking. "Maggie, are we being watched?"
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"There are cameras," Maggie muttered to her. "In the hallways and more public rooms like the entryway and sitting room and such. Not in your room."
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"That's surprising," Dahlia muttered under her breath. She tried her best to memorize the twists and turns they took, but they were getting lost in her head. "Considering the amount of security he keeps. Who is he really? How did he become...this?"
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They reached Dahlia's room. Maggie opened the door and let her in before closing it herself. She now spoke in a regular tone since they were safe from prying ears. "Sometimes others visit. He feels the need to keep an eye on them. He's one of the strongest Underworld bosses in the world, that's how he's gained so much. I don't know much for his backstory. He was just as mad now as he was when I came here."
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"Underworld?" Dahlia repeated in disbelief, leaning against a wall nearby. The blood in the carpet was already scrubbed clean. It was like none of it had ever happened. But it did happen. She would never be able to forget. "What does that mean?"
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"Criminals," Maggie said. "Think Mafia, Yazuka, drug lords, human trafficking, and so on." She opened Dahlia's wardrobe, choosing something functional yet comfortable for her charge.
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"How has he not been caught yet?" Dahlia replied, bewildered. "You think a giant mansion might catch somebody's attention." She crossed her arms to keep them from shaking, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.
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"Fear," was Maggie's simple answer. "But there are some, very few, actually, that know who he is and want to take him down, but can't do anything. He's too good at covering his tracks, they have no evidence against him."
She walked over to Dahlia and gave her the outfit she had picked. "We can continue talking after you've had a bath," she said. She gestured to a plain white door that was opened a crack. "Right over there."
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