The underground? did he mean to say the basement of his house? I get flustered at the thought that I actually managed to get myself into this situation, I mean kidnapped me of all people, and what does this whole thing have to do with the one I love? Are they really related? It's impossible even if my loved one mentioned about having a half brother.
I put on the sheer garments and look at myself in the gray framed mirror, A woman who I do not know lies before me, red hair, brown. eyes, with her butter tan skin showing through the texture of her garment, her small breasts perk like beautiful rime stones and her hourglass body proportionate with her plump butt. Her legs smooth like right after a shave with a razor cut on her left leg.
The mirror must babe a delusion, I don't even have red hair for starters and my skin isn't as smooth either. neither is my body pretty sure I never had abs showing ever. I grab my face and lightly tap my cheeks, the strange woman in front of me does the same thing.
"So you're the one everyone is waiting to see?" a shadow nearing form the dark hallway walks in. Her face of beauty light skin with dark long silky hair, it curls and compliments her corset of light green and black. Her eyes sharp and purple like the color of Ursula's skin, and her cunning smile that makes me question her motives of being here, in close proximity to me.
She looks at me up and down as if trying to see every flaw in me, is she part of Marcos family, they don't look anything alike.
"You look a bit tired, those bones of yours really do be hurting your beauty." She points at my skinny arms and legs. I look down and realize that she is right, I lost so much weight since the day at the balcony, depression has been hitting me worse lately, but now I can't even think about those times of sadness, at-least for now.
"um, where am I? and how do I get home." I clutch my sweaty hands to hide my nervousness, I don't want to seem like I don't belong, might as swell blend in to not end up trapped like rapunzel in those fairy tale stories.
She wickedly smiles and comes close to caress my supposedly now red hair "Your here to cut the rose that's still is in tact within you." She turns around and sashays toward the hallway, "Anyways I came to inform you to hurry up because dinner is about to start." she waves with calmness and fades into the void.
I walk slowly to the mysterious dark hall, I didn't see it before but up close the air seems to ripple like water at the frames that separate the room and the hallway. Are these some type of new scientific invention that rich people only have access too? I don't hesitate for the way to escape is through this air ripple. I put my right arm first and feel it tingling. I swirl it around like if it was water, it brings me mere joy for a few seconds. But a shadow starts to lurk through the air water door, it's reminiscent to the days where I was happy, to the days I was in love. Could it be him?
The shadow mimics my moves and swirls, I giggle with joy while a single tear falls down my eye. It glistens pink as I slightly see my reflection through the shadow. The tear suddenly slowly floats, defying all rules of gravity, towards the rippled air door. The tear suddenly forms and shapes into hues of red pink and black. a shape of a rose so pure and innocent with its shade of pink, slowly turning into blood red as paint drips from the rose, leaving the rose blackened like ash.
The shadow twirls around as if asking to dance, I hesitate to give him my other hand but I comply, Its as if i could almost touch him. Touch the real him. His touch slowly starts to feel more real, more like a grab, I get pulled into air water door. With bubbles floating and distrupting my sight, until it all calmed down. As I look around all I get startles at my floating body, there is no ground, no room, no dark scary hallway. The shadow triwls and spins me around i cant help but to smile. Smile with the shadows gestures with the touch so real that it might just be him. The one I love.
The more I twirl and swirl though the gtavity with the shadow, The more my srurroundings change, suddenly this void of clear air, grows trees, of beaitful greaan with bunnys and sheeps flancing around, is a flash of another swirl the leavs change to orang and fall, to then come down to the trees having no leaves at all. the shadow lets go of my hands and makes me spin into the abys. To where i lay down on the cold snow as i see racks of leaves swirling through the sky. thw shadow spins around faster and faster. I cover my eyes for protectuon as the leaves in the sky and branches surround me as if I was the eyes of the storm. Branches scrape my arms and legs Suddenly the sizling roughling soubd of branches and leaves stop, everything is scattered around the white snow and the shadow is gone, My heart falls as the shadow leavs only but ash to rememeber him by. The feeling remenices just like the days at the balcony.
I try to cover my eyes as i look down into the white clear snow, but drops of blood shed through my arms and legs, as not so far from a distance the ground scrathes blood too. Spelling out a word of alarm.
"RUN"