Dydra's eyes flutterd open, squinting a little as she tried adjusting to the dim light. Letting out a soft yawn, she tried to move but it felt like her body was held together by something. Her brow drew close and she looked down. Her heart skipped a beat as she observed the silver chains holding her body tightly together. Why was she bounded? Who bounded her? Her gaze left her body going to observe her surroundings. Panic creeped into her heart, as her eyes wondered around the wooden wall of a carriage. Slowly, her gaze landed on the figure hidden in the shadows.
"Such beauty," the lust filled voice made her body tremble in irritation. She recognized that blood-itching voice anyway. But how could it be? How could she be back in this carriage? What was going on? Was she taken back to the past so she can be violated by this man? The thought alone made her body tremble in fear. No! She can't let this happen. She was able to escape this previously, she would have to do it again.
She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Her voice was gone!
The figure leaned forward and pounced on her, squishing her under his large frame. The yellow crooked teeth came into view, with his fangs sliding out.
No! No no no! Not again! She screamed in her head.This can't happen to her? What should she do? She couldn't scream or move her body. What was she to do?! Her ocean-blue eyes locked with his red eyes. She felt his hot breath on her face, moving to her neck. She quivered fiercely, bracing herself for the bite, but it never came. Instead, she felt something wrap around her neck. Her eyes fluttered open, locking in on Jerry's red ones. Her heart seized. No, this wasn't happening too. The grip on her neck tightened and she struggled to breath.
"Your kind needs to die!" Her ears faintly picked up Jerry's malice filled voice. His voice became more faint, her eyelids dropped, and she lost consciousness.
Her eyes jolted open and she inhaled sharply. Her hands went to her neck and she whined from the soreness she felt. She detected lines around it, and a frown settled on her face.
Did she have the nightmare again? Her eyes swept around her surroundings, she breath a sigh of relief when she realized she was in the cottage. Then something struck her, that old witchy lady! She said the nightmares wouldn't stop, was this her doing? Did she do that to keep her here so she can use her for rituals and spells and potions! She has to get out of here.
She jumped off the bed and went straight to the door. She reached out and twisted the doorknob open, stepping out, but instead to be greater with a small passage, she found herself back in the room. A frown settled on her face. What just happened? She went to the door again, turning the doorknob open, her view was the passage, but as soon as her foot crossed the threshold, she found herself back in the room.
Was this some kind of joke? She tried again, and again, and again, still ending up in the room. Was she in another nightmare? This is clearly the witch's work. What has she done to deserve this? Is she really going to be the sacrifice of some ritual or potion or spell?! Her heart raced, she had to get out of here by all means necessary. Her eyes searched the room snd she spotted a small cube shaped window. Rushing toward it, she peeked through it, checking if her body could squeeze through and land on the ground safely. After confirming, her palm gripped on the frame tightly, pushing up her body, her head went through, followed by the her shoulders, then the rest of her body. Letting go, she shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the grassed ground impact, but what she fell on was something else.
A frown settled on her face as her skin came in contact with the wooden board. Her eyes shut open and she was immediately irritated by her view. She was back in the freaking room. How's that possible? She tried again, and again, and again, and again, but she still ended up in the room. Her lips twitched, and she went to the door. She clenched her fist and hit it on the wooden door.
"Hello? Witch lady? Madam? O-oryen?" She called, but the only thing her ears picked was the sound coming from her fist coming in contact with the wooden door. Panic slowly set in and the thudding became louder, and so did her voice.
"Hello?! Oryen, please let me out! I take back anything offensive I said! Hello?!" She went on and on till she couldn't anymore. Was she really trapped in here? She broken down on her knees, fresh tears poured out of her eyes clouding her vision. Her head pounded on the door softly as her body shook.
"Hello?" Her voice cracked. She hoped this was another nightmare. If it was, she was ready to wake up. Let it all be a freaking dream. From the beginning she was dragged out of the house, to the time her so-called foster Dad gripped her neck tightly, ushering cruel words from his mouth. She wished she was never in that man's carriage, wished she never met this old lady. She wished for all of that to be a scary nightmare, so she can wake up in her small but cozy room at the Thelmond mansion, do her assigned chores, while avoiding the man of the house. She wished to feel the excitement she usually had whenever Jerry wasn't home, knowing she could go see Agatha, who will style her hair in amazing designs, while singing a song, her late grandma used to sing to her. The thought of Agatha and her late grandmother gave her a nostalgic feeling. She really missed them.
Her voice quietly humed;
"The ocean tides push and pull
The wind rustles the leaves cooly
My love for you will fail to seize
You are in my heart and I'm in yours
I'm not leaving anytime soon
I'm with you for eternity
Not even death can due us apart....."
Her voice trailed, she turned with her back against the oak door. She wrapped her hands around her legs, placing her head on her knees, she sobbed like a little child who was taken away from its mother. She missed her grandma and Agatha. She missed them deeply.