You can't escape her

Chapter I

My vision is blurry as I open my eyes and additionally I feel a huge pain in my head. I can only see some color spots and the approximate shapes. I close my eyes and try to organize my messed-up mind. I have no clue where I am and what I'm doing here.Some footsteps can be heard and all my concentration applies to my hearing sense. I can hear a pair of boots walking towards me. I try to open my eyes, but my vision is still blurry. The longer I keep my eyes open the clearer my sight get. I lay with my belly on the stone-cold floor. I slowly rise my head and the dim light caress my eyes. My sight is now fully clear, but as I tried to stand up some hands are pushing me back on the ground. I give it another try with hope to get up. Damn! these hands are strong. I lift my head to get a better view of the room, the people who are trying to keep me down, and the situation I brought myself in. Heavy boots stepped in front of me. Ten centimeters away they stopped, and it scares me. I rise my head a little bit more and try to look into the eyes of the boots owner. Before I could even lift my head, I feel one of these black boots stepping on my head and hit me against the floor. »Ahhhh« I hissed. My head hurts like hell, but I know I'm strong, so I keep trying to rise my head with pressure. »A tough one we have here« a voice of a women yells. At the tone of her voice, I can tell you that she is an ugly bitch. I don't have the power and the courage to tell her that she's an evil bitch. It shivers down my spine as I hear a loud knocking on the floor. I get goosebumps as I realize that this person comes closer. I assume its kind of a wooden stick. A cane. I would piss into my pants if my ego wouldn't be that high. I recognize a pair of black heels standing now in front of me. The two guards let me go and help me up. I rather want to stand up by myself, but theyre faster than me, grab my arms and lift me up. I had no chance. As I stand on my own feet, I rise my eyebrows and clean the invisible dirt of my legs with a sceptic look. I spot a middle-aged woman with fire red hair in front of me. She aged like fine wine. But trust me, I can't say that about the other woman. »What do you want from me guys?« I ask annoyed. »My name is Wilhemina Venable. And you are at Outpost three.« Whats an outpost? She taps her cane once on the floor, harder that it used to be. Like a signal. She turns around and walks straight out of the room. »follow me« she says in a very calm voice. Her bitch with the short hair bumps into me with intention. I hurry after her as she explains me the rules. »The rules are easy. You will only refer to me as Miss Venable. You won't be late for dinner and after that you'll stay in your room the whole night. Otherwise youll get punished.« Wait did she said punishment? Oh god. Where I am? In hell? It seems so to me. »There are Greys and Purples. Greys are like worker ants. They will do all the work. And then there are purples. The Elite. You are a purple and you will dress like one.« she points at a black door and I open it. Its a dresser. Everything in here is purple or a kind of lavender. Wow. »Dinner is in an hour. I will meet you there.« she hit the floor with her cane twice and leave the room. I stare after her as she leaves the room and waited a few seconds to make sure that shes gone. I walk towards the closet and hesitate before opening it again. Should I really change into one of these Victorian dresses. No, they look so uncomfortable, but I have no other choice.